Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
All the words have been used to tell the rain But every drop has a new story to tell No one, ever, can know what their heart will see
By Maeve Bonnin5 years ago in Poets
Color surrounds us, it brings life. Color is a sign of life, it gives hope. Color is hopeful, it gives joy. Color speaks of joy, it gives revelation.
By Kathleen Anne5 years ago in Poets
When you see me You would think sunshine, maybe grass But once you know me That thought shall pass An soon you will be introduced
By Amanda Clark5 years ago in Poets
It’s no coincidence that William S. Burrows far deeper Into darkness To bring us light Which had not yet been seen
By Adam Menno5 years ago in Poets
To stand and speak in shades of blue, Beneath the hues, a phantom through, So full of Lilac Sounds, See me as more, see me as new
By Paul Heder5 years ago in Poets
When a drop catches the light You’ll see it isn’t white But a spectrum of colours And when you catch a snowflake Its form will be unique
By Emma Bayfield5 years ago in Poets
Traveling around the country (and over the continent) on my own, I was forced to create the idea of home no matter the place I landed. However, while the saying goes, "Home is where the heart is," I learned that it should be modified to, "Home is where mother is." On my latest journey I was able to meet a woman who inspired me to rekindle hope that true kindness exists.
By Amanda5 years ago in Poets
Walking slowly, nose up in the air A web of branches between a stare And a background of light blue: Tiny chrysalis of leaves,
By Lara Giussani5 years ago in Poets
My sister in law used to complement my Milky white porcelain skin She said I was glowing. I’d ignore her and say “My skin is just like my grandmother’s “
By Kimberly Newsome5 years ago in Poets
Colour is the voice of light like chinese whispers, it distorts and as it winds through waves waning, waxing, wailing and whimsical
By Veris Marock5 years ago in Poets
First, there was nothing. White. black. Daunting yet exhilarating Fluctuating, shimmering emptiness. Then, there was a sound. A spark.
By Helen Luo5 years ago in Poets
Every single color combination you can think Can be tatted and ink Does it tell your story or exemplify your dreams? Each symbol, each stroke, each shade is redeemed
By Andrew Allen5 years ago in Poets
