Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
Could you be any less colorful? This statement reoccurs in an endless cycle Of all the colors one could be, I am obsidian
By Charlotte leung5 years ago in Poets
Buried in flames And ash After the fiery combustion of my Burning heart I rise above the Flames I soar through the Fire elements below me
By Kristina Kirby 5 years ago in Poets
Burst into life, a lackluster slate Upon which the world would enigmatically paint It’s colorful scenes and thematic schemes
By Suzanne Whigham5 years ago in Poets
I wore black to the beach in deep belief it helped me to blend in it’s funny now, the things I thought I’d safely hide within
By Buick Audra5 years ago in Poets
I heard through the grapevine, third hand coming from a teacher no less That caucasians are really ‘people of colour’
By Maryanne Carroll5 years ago in Poets
Not blue, not purple. I balance on the razor’s edge, indigo through and through. The miracle of me, forgotten, weighed down by expectations of the day to day,
By Amanda Bozeman5 years ago in Poets
I thought about what color would correspond with my identity. I tried to place my finger on what fit the theme of me, But I couldn’t ever come to one distinctive conclusion.
By Emma Sumsion5 years ago in Poets
The true colors of me, Consist of a rainbow of complexity. From the depths of darkness, into my recovery. Transparent thoughts for the world to see.
By Reka L Jones5 years ago in Poets
God held a pencil when he drew my figure; tracing the lead in every nook and cranny. Small waist, small breast, butt - a bit bigger.
By Alyona5 years ago in Poets
My canvas, My soul colored by others who paint My layers, My years some deep, some faint My colors, My life blended by interactions
By Keith Chapman5 years ago in Poets
My skin is the brown of Coffee with creamer, of Melting milk chocolate. My skin is kissed and Caressed by the sun,
By Kaleesia Neverson5 years ago in Poets
I think I've always seen the world in color Bright radiants wisping within There was no realization discover It's something that always been
By Autym Dahlman5 years ago in Poets
