Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
If everyday you ate rainbow colored food Apples, carrots, bananas, spinach, blueberry pies And absorbed into your eyes all the sunset colors in the sky
By Jan Portugal5 years ago in Poets
What is Gold? Gold is an angel with metallic wings an old dear friend and the urge to sing the feeling of mellow
By Rochelle Renee5 years ago in Poets
The colour of my love is not red. It is not pink neither. For love knows no anger, nor lust. The colour of my love is not black
By Louisa Flynn5 years ago in Poets
White skin, black hair, blue eyes, born like snow white; blending in. Uniforms worn, perfect ponytail white kids said I was too pale;
By poeticsurvival5 years ago in Poets
What is Yellow? Yellow is colorful When there are flowers And you can’t take your eyes off them Yellow is happiness
By Alayna Webb5 years ago in Poets
A rabbit wakes A rabbit falls And through it all I stand tall into the hole feeling the toll– Colors that were three
By Michael K Herschman5 years ago in Poets
Life is complicated and in that respect we are not unique. We share a bond in wanting to be heard and understood. I am sharing a poem in two parts that when read together brings the need to be understood with the love to understand . I see and feel this in others . I can see and frequently defend people’s points of view, even those against me and I want to understand. The same poem with subtle differences.
By Mary5 years ago in Poets
I take so much pride in the color of my skin Although hateful people in society treat it like a sin I see the beauty inside my brown complexion
By T R. Johnson5 years ago in Poets
Start writing.... Poem: "Color" What color are you? I am a rainbow! Today I am red with passion! Tomorrow I'm orange with compassion.
By Tatiana Stone5 years ago in Poets
Sodden and dark, storm clouds gather behind solemn eyes in a surge of colorless cynicism. At a word, the slightest shimmer of a smile seeks to
By Mike McClean5 years ago in Poets
I can’t believe how much I love those mahogany eyes of yours looking at me And I can’t believe how much I love your never-ending lashes that curl slightly
By Rachel Beckles5 years ago in Poets
PALETTE by Wanda Terry A smudged mosaic is the palette of our world - hues blurring, tones blending, shades melting into one another.
By Wanda R Terry5 years ago in Poets
