Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
I come from beginnings of sun-kissed gold Summer laughter, bright and luminous Innocent adventures in the warmth of youth
By Draia Bieth5 years ago in Poets
Open and closed Into the world she flows Soft Calm Warm She glows A river to guide her Streams divide her A prism inside her
By Ella Grace5 years ago in Poets
I am WOMAN. I embrace the color PINK. Within it I find STRENGTH and POWER, With no influence on how I SHOULD think. I drink beers and can get very loud.
By Julia Alfred5 years ago in Poets
From birth we’re taught about those who’re “different”, Skin, sexuality, religion. We learn about them, just to learn to despise them,
By S. Madan5 years ago in Poets
My favorite color is purple, though I see myself as colors just so Many are within, always there to see Let’s take a look at the curves that are me.
By Jennifer Pederson5 years ago in Poets
An arrow, a gun a knife. Armed voices echo in disturbance A just uprising - is it so? Toned, policed. Frozen. Is it so that this is the way to peace?
By Grace Davies5 years ago in Poets
Carving and hewing out the melanin wood can be stressful Sweat breaks out in me but I am not moved Its a mission that must be accomplished
By McEstus Adeshina Oshinowo5 years ago in Poets
The ocean is vast and deep Hundreds of shades of blue cover the black abyss As do blue eyes cover an expressive soul Carefree like a bluebird soaring through the sky
By Ariana Micheal5 years ago in Poets
I am not your typical girl that you see on the streets. I am not that beauty that’s in distress. I am not a princess who lives in castle.
By Victoria Charlie5 years ago in Poets
Perseverance Sometimes she lays alone at night The gentle sound of her breathing The delicate rise and fall of her chest
By Heather Anne Callejas5 years ago in Poets
My grandfather watches his program On a ninety year old television set Every morning And every night. He likes watching as the screen fizzles and cracks--
By Lauren Potter5 years ago in Poets
That summer I hacked off all my hair. Stole my brothers swimming suit, And dived in shades of blue. Watching pinks in sunsets,
By Oliver Kipp5 years ago in Poets
