inspirational

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

The Mountain
Not every mountain is made of stone Some mountains live within Jagged ruby peaks of doubt and hatred burst forth From an onyx sea of expectations
By The Creative Chimera 5 years ago in Poets
Color is Pride: True Colors.
There was a time I tried convincing myself this life was black & white I believed my uncertainty was a burden I was destined to overcome
By Rose Marie LaPietra 5 years ago in Poets
Shades of My Soul's Liberation
My rebirth started with the color red, the pit of fire It flooded through me in turbulent waves of anger Spitting and crackling venom at passersby
By Cate Falcon5 years ago in Poets
Colour of my reflection
My eyes my brown eyes my mother gave My hair my black hair my father gave My skin my pale fair skin my nana gave My my lips my faded rose lips my grandpa gave
By Jiho Ham5 years ago in Poets
Color Within The Scar
I am Jacob O’Neill, an aspiring lyricist, I have been writing for well over a decade and am honored to finally have an opportunity such as this. For my installment of the challenge: Color Is Pride, I wrote multiple (6) Spanish Sonnets each containing 121 syllables, followed by a free verse conclusive stanza; collecting 795 syllables altogether. Thank you for reading and judging my poem: Color Within The Scar.
By Jacob O'Neill5 years ago in Poets
What I wasn't told ...
Red are my stretch marks, Slashed across my belly and thighs, Purple are my leg veins, So knobbly and knotty, Lavender strings just under my skin,
By Shirley Twist5 years ago in Poets
Every Color
Keeping my head afloat in the sea of life, All I saw was red, The blood on my knife, Fighting for air, I slowly sink under,
By Jenna de Alba5 years ago in Poets
Coat of Many Colours
Coat Of Many Colours I like to think I wear a coat that reflects a kaleidoscope of colours. Each to fit every aspect of myself,
By Sue Dean5 years ago in Poets
Over The Rainbow
When I was a child I worried that when the storm flung me over the rainbow and I peered out my front door, Oz would stay black and white.
By Alysia Judge5 years ago in Poets
Vibrant Life
What makes me unique, Ride this wavelength till the end, The colour moves right through me, the mind can’t comprehend.
By Tayla Bray 5 years ago in Poets
What Do You See
What do you see What do you see when you look at me Can you see my strength that come from deep within that was built from a foundation of faith that could have been damage by life experiences ? Can you see the pride and desire to become great?
By Chocolate Forbidden Fruit5 years ago in Poets
Prisms
Prisms The might of the world shines through us like light through a prism, we are not imprisoned in our minds, we are enshrined in them.
By Noah David Perry5 years ago in Poets