inspirational

Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.

white with a dash of lilac light
White A fresh blank canvas I relate Each month a new start Erase, unfold a brand new state I let fate decide which colour i’ll be
By Lauren Barton5 years ago in Poets
Red
When I step outside to enjoy the sun, I must never forget to put sun cream on. Is it warm enough or is it all in my head?
By Sam Ledger5 years ago in Poets
Coral
Watching a sunrise over the ocean, Or a sunset in the desert, Coral beams paint the sky. They stop onlookers in their tracks,
By Coral Alexandra5 years ago in Poets
The Colors of My Name
My life as an early teen was very drab. Muted colors dominated. Nothing sparkled, like an old tube TV with the colors broken,
By Jaimie Brickey5 years ago in Poets
Hue-man
Called a snake by my mother, spit venom like no other. Any grip I could slither, many flowers I had withered. But god had a plan, to make me understand: water flows in a river ice cold to give you shivers, every rose is a winner smell eyes closed to lift your spirits, every heart beats in rhythm dance to yours to feel you're with them. Let your self discover the reason for why each emotion is a season.
By Reet Sehdev5 years ago in Poets
Pink, blue, white
I cannot ignore this feeling, believe me I have tried Don't like me in your bathroom? You yell until I shrink I'm that scary transgender person, is that really want you think?
By Rain Preece5 years ago in Poets
The Magic of It All
The colors are all there, Inside me. The ones named. The ones not yet. The ones that cannot be. At times they pulse, Vibrant.
By Sharon Welch5 years ago in Poets
Tangerine and Gold
I find myself underneath a layer of sun warmed sand, gritty and grounding. My heart flies on breezes dancing in the lights,
By ByKendaLight5 years ago in Poets
color
who would have thought those sunsets traveled the dark and void only to find their true brightness in our sky why does the moon so soft and paled alight
By Haothsih5 years ago in Poets
Soul Mosaic
Vision is dispersion of the matrix compression. A lense that lends experience by a fraction. Triangular control devides light chaos into order. Sight is universal means for a detangling of a blurred border.
By Jess Allardice5 years ago in Poets
05.21.87
a friend with synesthesia told me my name was the colour of saturday. in my head, it's tangerine; like a popsicle,
By Carmyn Effa5 years ago in Poets
Choosing your colours
Pink lips, blue eyes, and yellow hair that once was brown Sparkling raspberry cheeks and strokes of brilliant whites framing two pools of ocean inviting you to drown
By Emmy B5 years ago in Poets