Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
Dancing along the spectrum of light, yellow, green, orange, pink, purple and white. Adjusting in contrast to those I'm around,
By Jennifer John 5 years ago in Poets
Paint me as you will, But please use all the colors Shades of White Baby's breath innocence Snow covered virginity Fresh cotton breeze
By Leah Mullenax5 years ago in Poets
Gold is the colour I achieve when I race, until one day came the biggest challenge I ever did face. A lifetime of competing, causes a body to start depleting.
By L A Lewis5 years ago in Poets
Purple, green, red, and white Majesty, nature, passion, and purity Colors that streak the evening sky making me question my purpose, reason, and the definition of why?
By Sai Marie Johnson5 years ago in Poets
Gratitude flows through the entirety of my being. Like water, This blissful life is fluid. Soft and flirtatious, yet full of power and strength.
By Tiahni Adamson5 years ago in Poets
I like the colour yellow, Do you like it too? I admire the colour Violet, How about you? I am at peace bobbing the Ocean,
By Rae Elizabeth Kelsey5 years ago in Poets
The yellow of daffodils and marigolds and sunflowers The yellow of sunshine on your face The yellow of stars in the night sky
By Chelsea Whittington5 years ago in Poets
I am 5 I stack the blocks in rainbow order Someone knocks them down, and my mother laughs At how I rebuild, again, and again,
By Sinend5 years ago in Poets
Yes I was hurted And yes I was discouraged Scourge by the sun In the day fighting to stay alive With all my might and understanding
By Distinguished Honorary Alumni Dr. Matthew Primous5 years ago in Poets
Red the cherry that plants me in my body growing roots long and winding encasing the depths that house my soul carrying my dreams
By Jilly Amann5 years ago in Poets
An ode to the lone grey hair at my temple _____________________________________ Fledgling thread of time spun silver
By Chelsea Brown5 years ago in Poets
Love like a hundred year old oak floor, Swept clear of the days dog hair And crumbs. Love like a candle lit for a ritual,
By Kristen Rogers5 years ago in Poets
