Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
I have two homes. And when I leave one, my persona sticks like tar to the other, so I can feel the sinews of my personas elongate, snap, and gurgle into another form that is more easy to live in for the time that I am there.
By Ia5 years ago in Poets
as a queen birthed in blackness every breath i draw is an act of defiance existing in a space that wants to strip the nap from my curls
By Kyla Johns5 years ago in Poets
Like all of the colors and layers of the rainbow. I exist. As many layers, many facets, many colors, and as one. I am here.
By Jamie Lee | STELLA BROWN5 years ago in Poets
If I could hear in colour, The lilaced chairs would sing, Comforting me in waiting rooms, For another check-up screen.
By Shola Lee5 years ago in Poets
Start Mindful When the blues don't let you roll out of bed like you'd like to Foggy thoughts, clouded mind I bet you say you're ok but
By The Editor In Question5 years ago in Poets
I revel in color How the mind is divine Vibrations high Peace within my sight I revel in Color Luminous Colors When I close my eyes at night
By Victoria Anito5 years ago in Poets
Watercolour You got it in a stroke….wet paint like water Masterpiece of life all the colours are in order Lover colour, I’ll paint you in balance
By Penny Thomas5 years ago in Poets
I am enough in a world where pretty is plastered at every turn knowing your worth is gold the radiance in your being a prism shining multifaceted hues
By Alaina Alleva5 years ago in Poets
I am my surface, and I'm whats underneath . My soul a magnificent masterpiece! Colorful spirits, more common than not; Can bring us together, if we don't let them tear us apart.
By Barbara Samuel 5 years ago in Poets
I am like the color black, But often that sounds too goth Sopping up the heat of the sun, I am warm to the touch, I am warm to the touch yet distant.
By STEPHEN FRANCO5 years ago in Poets
ZIA The hatchback burned across desert sands having come from another land speeding up to tear through another dimension
By Anna Cunningham5 years ago in Poets
Thing’s I’d Share, If Asked If you gave me your hand I’d run the tips of your fingers over the crater on my shin where the mountain chipped me
By Sawyer Tomlinson5 years ago in Poets
