Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
I breathe in The air today tastes like strawberries Proof that my body is still real That, with all you took, you could never make me in your image
By Sinend5 years ago in Poets
I come from the light, and colour is just it’s reflection. We use it to characterize our darkest feelings of introspection.
By Sixth Dimension5 years ago in Poets
Like an optical prism I am multidimensional Light passes through me My colors, intentional My frequency vibrates Higher than conventional
By Jody Valkyrie5 years ago in Poets
Start writing... A poem created by Tina Colour me good, Colour me bad To describe me in colour Hmmmm, now what would that be,
By Tina marie Clark5 years ago in Poets
Daylight sometimes scares me And I walk looking for a shade Like a mother your hands are always outstretched Waiting to welcome me to you
By Theophilus Emmanuel5 years ago in Poets
my ataxic body contours itself into defiant elegance, think bursting flower arrangements, garnished fully to make bleeding
By Mel Sakurada5 years ago in Poets
I think of energy and numbers as color-filled things 8 is a pineapple It just is.
By D.D. BIRD 5 years ago in Poets
Agwu means ‘colour’ in a language that does not know I’m real In a home that does not think I exist. It’s green, white, and mangled greens,
By Chiamaka Okike5 years ago in Poets
Colors of the beginning Oh! Life is so thrilling Colors of God many, but not one odd Colors of the universe these won’t swerve
By NIDHI SHARMA5 years ago in Poets
I am the light and the dark finding balance within radiates truth Most are colorblind stripped from youth My duty is to be as the ethereal rainbow
By Sinai Rose5 years ago in Poets
See I am the Color that you see on the news everyday — Like the color of blues – I mean those hues – We change forms - WE change colors – So, what is color?
By LuvIsFree5 years ago in Poets
When people cast their gaze on me, they can see I’m small. They look for me in the swamp green shallows because I can’t stand in the deep.
By Angie Seminara5 years ago in Poets
