Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
I have a rainbow inside me People may label me yellow, black, or white Just by looking at me on the outside People may call it race
By Soojin Jun5 years ago in Poets
Our bodies are different, but our scares are the same, Our sorrows are different, but our stories are the same, Our paths are different, but our destiny is the same,
By Zan Draki5 years ago in Poets
Growing up, we all thought it was my Dad who was dysfunctional. Until we all got tested at school. Three brothers, all colour blind. And our Mum.
By Nick Phipp5 years ago in Poets
Her life began with dark storms She dreamt of the gold at the end of the rainbow But she was taught to conform Transformation was a rocky journey to the bright glow
By Jess Lavender5 years ago in Poets
Tell them, who are we?... Who are we? They don't know about me. No! I don't think they know about me. BLUE! The color I see, every morning when decided He,
By Katelyn Thompson 5 years ago in Poets
Ceylon tea with milk and honey Sipped on a terracotta terrace With sun-glazed bronze in all its glory: Shades of me that tell a story.
By Tania Guruwatte5 years ago in Poets
Life is filled with shades of blue Saturations of suffering varying Mild to moderate to severe Down to debilitated to depressed
By Sheena Palmer5 years ago in Poets
My heart is as open as a book with a broken spine For that, I feel outside the norm Like the sun I invoke a colourful spectrum of vibrant light
By Josée Laberge5 years ago in Poets
If you haven’t noticed Our glow is like the Sun Let me tell ya We are the ones Bathed in honey Dipped in gold Hearts are solid
By Sheena Givens5 years ago in Poets
Sweet as a pomegranate Middle Eastern friend, Proudly introduces me as her green-eyed soulmate. Scheherazade would say that hue of those eyes,
By Marysia 5 years ago in Poets
Violet the light of my life of my deepest knowing intoxicating the norm taking gentle floating form it arose in my calm as
By Amelia Felbinger5 years ago in Poets
Through my daughters eyes The glow she has when she tells a story Or talks about something she loves her smile when she looks at a baby
By Brandi DeMaris Welch5 years ago in Poets
