inspirational

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

Translucent
What is the color of a sound; translucent as the air that gives it life? Is it possible notes carried on breath have the power to emit UV light?
By Kailin Doucette5 years ago in Poets
A Glimpse Into The Darkness and A Step Out of The Light
Once upon a time A time enflamed with anger With anger and sorrow Sorrow being in the invisible manor Invisible manor may conclude why
By Keanna Barry 5 years ago in Poets
Pink
LIFE CANNOT BE SILENCED. in the midst of all the violence, while prying eyes sought lies against your highness, I saw kindness in their mindlessness,
By alex rutile5 years ago in Poets
We Make A Good Team
My true colors are everywhere. Even shades that I put in my hair. The expressions I make on my face. To the colors I pick for my handmade lace.
By Cathy Deslippe5 years ago in Poets
Pride Flag
Pride in Wimbledon 200 Pride was celebrated all across the globe Toronto Newyork 50 years of Pride celebration in London
By Sabinah Adewole5 years ago in Poets
Masterpiece
I used to sit in corners that were my borders hoping to be unseen. Doodling in magazines while the little girl that resides and hides inside
By Natalie Olivo5 years ago in Poets
Rose-colored glasses...
When I walk my nervous walk– Baggy clothes cynically trying to hide my body’s natural curves Head leaning forward, admiring the details of
By Andie Emerson5 years ago in Poets
Colors make my thoughts
White opens the gate of positive thoughts, Orange rings the bell of positive thoughts. Pink makes my thoughts positive, Green makes my thoughts natural,
By BHARGAV M5 years ago in Poets
Being There for Thyself, Are You?
One part of me feeling low, too much pain Yet the hurt is just within Too deep that I can’t describe Too thick to pass it by
By Nitu Howlader5 years ago in Poets
The Art of Capturing Colors and Finding What Really Matters in Life.
Creating something from two completely different wonders is like a rainbow that comes after a storm. Observing something seemingly dead that comes to life, is like the breath that wakes you in the middle of the night.
By KATHLEEN DEMECH5 years ago in Poets
The absence of color
I was black The absence of color I had no agenda So I absorbed all the colors around me The colors came and went
By Valérie Rowe5 years ago in Poets
multicolored me
!Multicolour Me! "Dads Fijian, Chinese/Mums Aboriginal, Irish/Leaves 4 colourful cultures/all embedded within/inspiring inner spirits/inner driven to live/stirring ambitions bold/swirling to blossom/all seeded to grow/indeed in multiculturalism/all races, races to combine/transforming an entity/elevating my mind/its like ecstacy, im blessed to see/ nationality's combined/energizing fresh new seeds/sprouting out my 3rd eye/warrior spirits eternally/surging with passion/uniquely entwined/seeking the best in me/
By jason fong5 years ago in Poets