Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
I don’t ever want to be Without shades and tints A color in the crayon box That children use to print. . Many brilliant colors
By Yvonne Lovejoy5 years ago in Poets
I have now learnt how to gift my body to myself. To honour it by wrapping it in silk and lace, I take it all off in a sensual love dance
By isak5 years ago in Poets
Words shadowed the colors of my ligth, overcasting the colors of life. My greens, yellows stained in red. They left me bitterly undead, till my hearts broken presentation, dying and rising in desquamation.
By Yazi5 years ago in Poets
I not, they or the or them I describe myself and have to choice to be or not Labels should be a thing of the past Like an old and used stinky cast
By Goran5 years ago in Poets
In a new day’s light I let myself open, Like yawning petals of blue. Stretching to the sun, Reminded that I am warm I am amber of hue.
By Rin Willocks5 years ago in Poets
Is it the color of my blood that bleeds red that makes me who I am ? Is it the white of my bones that cry pain as I age?
By Hayleigh Botha5 years ago in Poets
Indescribable beauty Her feet poised to the ground, demanding the sun to admire the soul within the body of this woman, who craves its strength just before the moon takes its place.
By bria martinez5 years ago in Poets
It came without a warning I could not even see That while choosing to love you I was losing me. With every bruise and mark
By Emma Thompson5 years ago in Poets
I am a chameleon I’ll blend in with you You go high I go too In the sky I’ll be blue Down below on the ground
By Natalie Ellis5 years ago in Poets
when everything is dark the light sees me when my mind feels lost I look for a violet sea I choose free thought and to think differently
By Jacob Jones5 years ago in Poets
Shades of black and muted grey, consume my mind everyday The storm that rolls inside my brain, whirls around like a hurricane
By Betty5 years ago in Poets
I know my life is a painting, and I am the artist, but how do I create a masterpiece when my vision is clouded? I’ve spent so long dreaming in colour while living in grey, I’ve forgotten what blue feels like.
By Jordyn Addison5 years ago in Poets
