inspirational

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

Colour of imagination
I am the colour of imagination, an infinite source of identity. I am also a blank page, still wandering and wondering what art I am.
By Johnson Ly5 years ago in Poets
My internal rainbow
Eyes close like doors to the world, Darkness. Flickering light of my breath, moves me. The beating drum of my soul, feel me.
By Khristina Farrands5 years ago in Poets
Beauty From Pain.
This song is quite a sad song but with a hopeful message. When I was struggling, before I was diagnosed with Bipolar and Borderline Personality Disorder, this song helped me a lot. Actually the artist Superchick, a lot of her songs helped me. You may find the song sad and potentially upsetting dependent on your current state of mind. There’s nothing graphic or openingly triggering in the song itself. It is talking about someone going through depression and the hope that things will get better, but you may want to avoid it if you’re currently really struggling with these thoughts.
By Erin Shields5 years ago in Poets
The Silent Witness
The Silent Witness, Seemingly innocuous. Peeping through all humans, Sees through people like binoculars. People picture prisms,
By Benjamin5 years ago in Poets
Colors
Colors To Laurie Pollan, a mother who colored every aspect of my life and accepted me as I am. Orange, an amber light cuts through my heart
By Jamie Pollan5 years ago in Poets
You Came Out Blue
You came out blue, filmy white wedding veil Cone headed pencil top Is it a boy or a girl? Don’t care Not then, not now
By Perdita Stott5 years ago in Poets
Have I Not Earned My Stripes?
As red as the sun, my envy burns bright Why did you choose to lose sight of what makes me unique? Have I not done my time, earned my stripes?
By Ben Shelley5 years ago in Poets
she came out
deep in the core of her being...her earth the unseen lies holding its azure beauty until. fleeting fissures give momentary release to shimmering blue flames before slamming shut to be covered with the cement gray of shame.
By Lori Hoffman5 years ago in Poets
Finding Rainbows
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By Lois5 years ago in Poets
COLORS OF THE LOVE
"COLOR OF THE LOVE" PLEASE PARDON ME, BECAUSE I BE LIGHTER OR DARKER THAN THEE...YOU SEE I DID'NT MIX THE BLOOD, THAT MADE NEW WINE.
By Venus Sheba5 years ago in Poets
Indigo Sister
A monster up-ended the world in its claws the day my sister was born. An intruder in my realm of parental perfection— abort this mission of domestic destruction!
By Avleen Masawan5 years ago in Poets
I See Red.
As a toddler, Mum declared “Of course I don’t dye her hair red!” As a teen, the mean boys question for my loins: “Is it red?”
By Kym Basoka5 years ago in Poets