inspirational

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

My Silver-Haired Companion
The smell of rain hits the cobblestone. It takes me back as I move forward. The sound of each drop magnified as there is no soul in sight to disturb it. Cinders emanate from a nearby tavern as I approach. I have many questions but all I find is barrels of deception. Yet what awaits me outside is the locked eyes once more. My silver-haired companion awaits me. She helps me glide above the wind from a desert to a green valley of canyons in mere seconds. We rest on a patch of grass next to a waterfall. My urgency for answers grows. But my she assures me that calm and fury is required to find the equilibrium I seek.
By David Fournier5 years ago in Poets
Rainbow Tartan
As the sea clashes in the light, Its colour does show true, Just as a bat flies in the night, My eyes are coloured blue.
By Jay5 years ago in Poets
Awakening Amery
Peace. Purity. Purpose. Consciousness. Remember this child. • She’s so perfect. An angel. Look at her. Don’t do that. Sit there. Be quiet. Perfection. No exception.
By Hayley Barkla5 years ago in Poets
Blue
The blue of hidden mountain lake reflecting clear sky - it was inviting. Cold, so cold! But I just have to try. I stood on shore - hesitant and scared to the core. Blue was enticing, calling me - but snow was still on shore! I stood right there. Watched the blue. Imagined the joy. And finally I went for it - and swam and overjoyed. I swam in blue of mountain lake just cleared from the ice. I swam - I conquered my fear! And it was so nice... I was inspired, almost high from being crazy cold. The blue of water mixed with sky and touch of sunshine gold. The color blue is what it takes to lead to bigger dream. If I can swim in freezing lake, that boosts my inner gleam - I dream of swimming in the sea. The oceans are so blue. Forget the cold - I feel so free... Oh, what a joyous hue!
By Dara5 years ago in Poets
Uniquely Me
I Love My Laugh It’s effervescent Quicksilver Shimmering Like the crest of a wave Crashing to shore Spraying luminescent, wet sunshine
By Kathleen Koronui5 years ago in Poets
The Spectrum of Life
Am I too vanilla Because I listen to radio 2 In my mind I’m crimson and gold Certainly not blue I have been black Descended into dark and cold
By Lorna Woodward5 years ago in Poets
Contrast
It's what fades Frozen in the shade Of the great cloud above you It's what you lost When you stopped painting Landscapes unseen
By Kate West5 years ago in Poets
Purple gem
When the days are really grey But you can see a silver lining I feel like a little purple gem That shimmers in gold.
By Karolina C5 years ago in Poets
Colors of Me
I’m familiar with Locke Street at this time of year It seems every snow’s thaw I can find myself here Staying just for a while in fashion and style
By Rob5 years ago in Poets
Moleskine: Lord of the Mood Rings
often when the sun is rising, i close my eyes and melt into the hues that dance before them. strong rays pierce through and illuminate bright yellows, golden ochre,
By Prema Shah 5 years ago in Poets
Brown Is My Color
Brown is my color it's deep and its dark; subtle with a spark. Not light or white. So beautiful and bright that there could be no other.
By Neikki M. Vinson5 years ago in Poets
Inside and out
We've been inside so long that all we have seen is our own lives and our own ways. Small enclaves of circles in an eternal cycle.
By Mette Honoré5 years ago in Poets