inspirational

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

Reclaiming the Power in Being Black
When I show you all my broken pieces you lift your shirt to show me the cracks that riddle your body and tell me that breaking is just a cultural norm that was lost in translation.
By Virginia Roa5 years ago in Poets
Beauty from Ashes
When we met, I was a canvas Of bright colors; rich and vibrant. And you, you were a critic who Saw me as a great Something.
By A. Larson5 years ago in Poets
Beautiful Disaster
In the face of judgment I stand impassive In a world seemingly seen through the eye of an antique camera I choose the colors of my palate as I wish
By Kat5 years ago in Poets
dyeing my hair
i dye my hair - way too much whenever i feel sad the color brings me joy and the process makes me laugh now it's black
By Arson Silverman5 years ago in Poets
Prisoner
My life was good before I met you What is it that you want Everything I am is because of you And you still want more
By Christopher Almeida5 years ago in Poets
Sunshine in human form
I am gold. Born on the cusp but I lean more towards my Sagittarius Sun. Known as the Archer, a powerful trailblazer More so sunshine in human form.
By Joselyn Tran5 years ago in Poets
Young ladies on the rise
Here we are black, strong, beautiful Young Ladies on the Rise. Living in a world where your looks overpower how wise. Thoughts of school, fitting in and being fly
By Christina Carter5 years ago in Poets
Garden of Eden
Colors of life the embrace of your warmth is like no other. The swirl of your light gives life to the world. Meticulously crafting splendor, and creating grandiose spectacles for our amusement. Capturing the infinities of perfection with a precise science. How I awe at your fluidity and aspire to flow and bend with harmony as I paint myself as well. The dance of contrast relinquishing control to give another a chance to shine selflessly is a concept foreign. To step into the light with an absolute vigor as the deepest tone and moving thru the shadows with the same energy. As sure as the light shines in the darkness I would know your flare. You are the garden holding the fruit of life and through your fruition have given meaning to the participation in the unfolding of living art. Color is life. Garden of Eden.
By Ned Guilford5 years ago in Poets
Proud of My Skin
Brown parents, white girlfriend, black cousin I believe in equality but some of the world doesn’t White people are memes now, Karens can scream how
By Bridgette Austin5 years ago in Poets
poem
your straight they say but i dont wanna be your not gay they say but what if i want to be what if i want to be a raging bisexual who soars above the sky
By annabell 5 years ago in Poets
The perspective of color
The perspective of color Often I ask myself, can our true colors be seen? In a world full of additives, are our primary colors primary?
By Mette Honoré5 years ago in Poets
Skin
I wore yellow on my back, On my head, I wore black. I was darker than my kin, Apparently that was a sin. India on my skin,
By Rafa 5 years ago in Poets