Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
Who am I? I'm the child who walked the lines between black and white; Yellow and red. No where child. No one's child.
By Adele Cook5 years ago in Poets
Dizzy goes my mind. Subtle movement is all it took. A tilt up toward blends of blue and white. Invisible possibilities.
By MEL5 years ago in Poets
Hide in plain sight, camouflage, blend in. Don’t even think it, they say its a sin. Reflect what’s expected, mirror what you’re told.
By Claire Wright5 years ago in Poets
I start a mere few drops in the ocean, blue to the naked eye, but we all know the truth, The truth that below me is destruction, and day by day nothing is done,
By Prakaash Nanthakumaran5 years ago in Poets
BLACK THINGS (c) 5/16/21 - Jeffery F. B. Hess - All Rights Reserved. Black is the night that holds our dreams. Black clad are the stagehands behind the scenes.
By Big J5 years ago in Poets
If I had to describe myself as one colour, then I guess I wouldn’t be able to. My life is as complex as the colour spectrum in itself,
By Andrew Stewart5 years ago in Poets
The Colors of Light My light shines bright and bold I’m told Even as I’m getting old Ever-changing light. The light that gives me might
By Vicki Cunningham5 years ago in Poets
It is amazing how much color our life has in it. We tend to take color for granted. I have always loved color. It is everything from the
By Jeremy White5 years ago in Poets
When I was young, my world was red. Everything was intense and viewed as a new experience. This caused wonder and pride in my mother.
By Danny Chumley5 years ago in Poets
Have you ever sat and wondered, how you wish your life had seen more joy? Others seemed to suffer less or chosen to oppress.
By Nessy Writer5 years ago in Poets
The hues of my soul, Ever-changing with each day. At times is black like that of coal, When depression seems to stay. I’m not afraid of the dark,
By Chelsea Merkle5 years ago in Poets
Sexy Juicy Fat Wet Crunchy -- Grilled Corn Summer fling is here And I am not torn For I am on a date with Grilled Corn
By Claire Nagy-Kato5 years ago in Poets
