Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
I was a little girl Who was taught to follow the rules Color in the lines, or be ridiculed ___ Boys love in blue And girls love in pink
By Nicole Rose5 years ago in Poets
As we are blind laying down Are we told to see all the colors that surround? Color pride Does it create a divide Not the colors we see
By Rose King5 years ago in Poets
Through my eyes optimism is the Golden rays of sunshine, peeking through the Grays of my life. Insisting upon being seen, and shining by my own light. Not to outshine anyone, but to be simply...Me!
By Shadreka Brider5 years ago in Poets
I am red and orange, yellow and green. I am blue, indigo and violet. I am a rainbow. Red roses and passion turn to anger and hate. Orange leaves that fall, die and disintegrate.
By Graciella J. Garner (Gracie)5 years ago in Poets
imagination as expansive as the sky heart as deep and vast as an ocean courage of a determined river laughter that flutters like a breeze across a lake
By Jai 5 years ago in Poets
Let’s be beautiful together and blossom in our humanity by accepting all colors and shapes all textures and dimensions
By Krystina Steffen5 years ago in Poets
There are the people. They may get cranky sometimes or cheat on the crossword. It can be frustrating driving behind them, cursing the traffic. They may pick their nose, lie about their age and take extra supplies from the office.
By JRBosch5 years ago in Poets
He loves to sit and watch the water with me. His eyes chase the birds and my mind chases verbs. Hoping to land softly on the words and decipher calmly but usually it’s quite the opposite.
By BJ5 years ago in Poets
Smell resides in my memory on a tightrope slicked in oil as it slides into a place only imagination can keep it -
By Alexandra Burd5 years ago in Poets
If I could paint a world for you and I, I’d paint a blueish ground and bright green sky. The moon would luminate a field of stars.
By Marina Bonanno 5 years ago in Poets
Small, faint lines begin to appear, Outline the curve of an ear. Sketched all soft and hard to spy, The brow comes first and then the eye.
By Polly Bullock-Anderson5 years ago in Poets
Years ago my family giggled at a comedian's joke about finding the name of his skin color on a paint strip sample. We laughed more
By Viltinga Rasytoja5 years ago in Poets
