Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
We are the brushes, the paints and the world is our canvas. Our lives intertwine and unfurl while we're twirling like dancers.
By Michael Sheehan5 years ago in Poets
The yellow cab sped into the heart of the night The black ice sheet hidden out of sight As the driver approached the dangerous bend
By Nick McArdle5 years ago in Poets
When i think of what makes me unique, I don’t think of my brown spring curls that glow when the sun hits them, Or my bright white teeth that shine when i smile at a humorist joke,
By antonia bowen5 years ago in Poets
They say follow the yellow brick road. Not cowardly but with a heart of courage set forth for a new mind im just finding my way home.
By Don Moxx5 years ago in Poets
Through countless years shaded grey, black and white find hope and solace in changing yellow lights. From the red-hot pain smeared across my face,
By Zachary Snow5 years ago in Poets
Red, strong in my pulse, Like the fighting peacock , Screeching sharp. You frighten, you aim, you fire. Burst asunder, you try and try.
By Myo Oo5 years ago in Poets
I have dark brown eyes like so many but it's through pink lenses that I see We're judged on the white of our teeth What is it that makes me unique?
By Francis Groleau5 years ago in Poets
Twelve. The years I'd had when he took my life from me Pushed me to the ground and took my childhood away Not caring Not realising the damage he'd done.
By Charlotte Henderson5 years ago in Poets
Birthed blue from my mother’s womb, the fight for life began before first breath. Stone skin, a too familiar sight. The refugee released his breath, so his daughter may have a chance for one.
By Amanda Mertz5 years ago in Poets
They wanted me gray And to gray they ascribed all The virtues of goodness and validity, All other colours had to fall.
By Zekerie Redzheb5 years ago in Poets
I missed Color Class tonight. I wrote it in my planner, but then I fell asleep, so I didn’t go. What does that say about me? I don’t know. Or...I do. I needed the sleep.
By Gem Ginger5 years ago in Poets
Ooh colorful face That others mistake For just horror and pain though you be beautiful Like a rainbow after it rains And personal
By Francisco Attia-Soto5 years ago in Poets
