inspirational

Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.

myself
i take my mask off and i am free flourishing for all to see people hate on our bodies at such a young age, surely they know that in the end you’ll believe it, it will effect everything
By megan matthews 5 years ago in Poets
the grass is always
You started off so little We all did But you seemed, you seem, so green and fresh and Green? In that, you know (I know you) fresh kind of way, like fresh leaves that so quickly
By Martha Jamal5 years ago in Poets
Colors Tying My Heart Strings
When I was born more than 61 years ago, I was intensely observant, My Cerulean blue eyes quickly fixated on every movement around me,
By Scott Fieker5 years ago in Poets
To be brilliant, black, and bold
To the little black girl who's told she isn’t pretty enough, she isn’t smart enough, she talks to much, and that she isn’t good enough.
By Kalina 5 years ago in Poets
Dark time
Dark time Walking to the narrow path An empty bronzed body Colorful sandals Tired feet Hello day hello humans
By Masil G5 years ago in Poets
My True Colors
Devoid of light, in the darkness, pressure building, while I lay asleep, I could feel myself rising, and there were fountains of colors waiting to burst outward, that I could no longer keep.
By William Austin5 years ago in Poets
Color Me Proud
I am me I am human I am multifaceted, messy, and complex. I am the warm, red love that a mother and daughter know is unconditional, the love two best friends share with every second of laughter, every tear, every secret. The love between two soulmates, who know they were destined to meet and destined to be together until the end of time.
By Dana Refael5 years ago in Poets
Coloring the New Me
Out of nowhere, I feel my eyelids and cheeks burn. I look in the mirror and see sunset colors around my eyes. Shades of red brushed with light violet tips when I turn.
By Yen Lam5 years ago in Poets
The Color We Can Not Speak
I wonder if you remember me? I am the color you can not speak. My embrace waits for you along the edge of your mind, Within silence,
By Shawn R5 years ago in Poets
Universal Glow
In the beginning of my life I slept on bedrock In our sloping backyard that went, down, down the mountain through the mangled emerald kudzuyr5t.
By Sophie Mitchell5 years ago in Poets
Majestic Creatures in the Dark
Majestic creatures in the dark Don’t be afraid to shine your light Majestic creatures don’t you hide Come show off your joy and pride
By Fernando Angon5 years ago in Poets
Paintball is for Girls!
Lemon Baller was my name and Paintball the 'sport', not the 'game'. The first female Captain of The National team I lived a reality of a near impossible dream.
By Emma Baker5 years ago in Poets