inspirational

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

Forbidden Colour
There’s a colour we can’t see, Right between red and green. Existing somewhere in theory, They say it’s not meant for you and me.
By Peter Tully5 years ago in Poets
When I look into your eyes
You know, when I look into your eyes it's as if time flies. The feeling you get running towards a sunrise and gently allowing your arms to rest by your side. The universe comes to a halt when I look into your eyes, oceans move and thoughts wander. There is nothing more calming to me than gazing at infinity and breathing with every part of our hearts at ease.
By Heather Miller5 years ago in Poets
A Change of View
My colorful life began at the age of two, When it turned a darker shade of blue. People around me said I should be like them,
By Janice Lynn5 years ago in Poets
Everyday meditation
Before? I practiced Mediation many times a day. Mindfulness overtly embedded in everyday tasks. Sometimes identifying via senses, a soft space. For me the deliberate count down of sight and sound comparisons of labelled count downs from 5 to 1.
By Pauline Fountain5 years ago in Poets
Sunset Chaser
Once again I find myself running towards the sunset. No matter where I am or what I am doing it is the light cascading through the clouds that calls my name.
By Heather Miller5 years ago in Poets
A Mirror Glance
I looked in the mirror, And Saw the bad me, The one, I use to be And thought, real slowly How life use to be , How,
By GoDestiny5 years ago in Poets
I am Woman
Don’t try to dilute my speech – I’ll never turn the washed-out grey of old sheets. . Don’t think you can censor my speech or drown me out
By Rosie Sandler5 years ago in Poets
DUDU
DUDU MAADAN - BLACK AND SHINING Dudu is basically the colour Black Maadan is basically shining Black is so beautiful To love Black is simply dutiful
By Folayan Osekita5 years ago in Poets
The Sensing of Colours
I have lapped blue from the beak of a swan – filled myself with sky until I became a white cloud straining its long neck
By Rosie Sandler5 years ago in Poets
Yellow
If I’d ask you to draw the joy How would you do it With ease and joyfully movements with brush Or in pain and struggle, because you don’t know how
By Klavs Zarins5 years ago in Poets
Open Up
She’s fair skinned,my moms voice would ring on a summers day. Cover up darling- cover up. I made myself small as I put on a large,long sleeved ,white t-shirt, down past my knees, 90 degrees. Cover up darling-cover up.
By Nicolette Hallock5 years ago in Poets
Through the colours of my soul
My mind is a book. A book full of empty pages. My life is a paintbrush. A paintbrush ready to colour my empty space.
By Marlene Mwehu5 years ago in Poets