Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
I believe in sun drops Shining yellow Citrine beads One sun drop fills you for a lifetime It’s a fortune colored in light
By Diana Hayes5 years ago in Poets
Come join me At the table of life As we start our journey of courses Take the innocence in the starter New to taste, touch, sound, sight, smell
By Filza Chaudhry5 years ago in Poets
Crimson red I've seen this tone Fresh from the wound Now free to flow I lie awake in pain, wince at each turn; I pray the skin will close, and ease the burn.
By Prarthana Chandran5 years ago in Poets
If I can THINK it, I can PINK it! I have this color on my mind It's name is Pink and with it, I can unwind. A color I found to be pleasant and kind.
By Aundrya Richardson5 years ago in Poets
I am pink for my mom Who still sees me as kiddo I am all black and white, Workoholicy zebra. I am blue when the sky
By Natalia Tapolya5 years ago in Poets
They say everyone has a color. I look at my friend Olivia and see light blue illuminating her outline because she is tender in all the right places. When she looks at you her eyes are full of care + warmth + the depth of an ocean.
By Makenzie Campbell5 years ago in Poets
It has always been with me I think but when did the knowing begin? Turning four I knew for sure. It was a red-letter day
By Laurie Scott5 years ago in Poets
GREYERG The intoxication Has been successful I can die now a somewhat happy man I lay here on this fender
By Nate Dillon5 years ago in Poets
“Baby Girl Blue” Oh how young then, and innocent was she; blonde hair with blue ribbons, adorned in silky braids.. She dared not to notice the color of his skin, as it touched hers in the ways that red touches sin..
By Rita Montgomery (Pearl M.)5 years ago in Poets
My armour is not for the wary My perch not for the fainthearted My perspective may not be forthcoming For I prefer to observe
By Edward Daniel5 years ago in Poets
Outside I am yellow, bright like the sun. I give light and nutrients to most everyone. Inside can be bruises in deep shades of blue.
By Courtney Cardenas5 years ago in Poets
Sickly sweet I am on repeat A turning turnstile Yet, do not label me With your prejudice I am not my skin I am not your cookie
