Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
I love me, every inch of my body. From the sparkle in my eyes, to the light brown stretch marks that reaches across my belly, hips, and thighs.
By Natassia Lawrence5 years ago in Poets
I look out in sheer awe At the crisp violet Lapping water The sun is lighting up the slimmest Skeleton tree Its bright burnt orange twiggy arms
By Jessie Rose Bayliss 5 years ago in Poets
Trumpet of Horns, Different Colors Of Jersey, Hands in the Air, Happiness In the Atmosphere, Sports or Dancing, Winning & The Music Hit,
By Sean Noble5 years ago in Poets
Years have been diverse in everyway As a child I found little in common with those around me My language often confused others
By Linda McCollum DeLong5 years ago in Poets
I was always known as the little, quiet girl. Many thoughts, but few words. Loud ideas, but quiet voice, barely audible to a mouse.
By VERIKA DILDY5 years ago in Poets
This night, this kind night: approach at will the fires and the wood. Embrace the beat and flow and dance, dance low with those who would.
By Juanita Buck5 years ago in Poets
If only it could be comfortable as well as priceless. If only weightlessness reigned over my darkness experience. I wanted a gentle detachment from this world; a leaf floating off a tree.
By Kendra Lockhart5 years ago in Poets
For so long I lived in fear Which is why I chose To remain unclear Blending in Every atmosphere Neither there neither here
By Cristina Isabel5 years ago in Poets
Colour me turquoise, I’ll weep the sky blue, Brush me with stardust, a silvery hue, Colour me green, like a forest serene,
By Wendy - Empathic Tigress5 years ago in Poets
The color of my dimples My dimples are red, indicating hot; they express my happiness a whole, whole lot. My dimples are green, indicating rich; they can buy a smile without a hitch.
By Tanya Spencer5 years ago in Poets
I have to take time for myself. Because I found wells within me. Filled with lapis lazuli tear drops. That formed underneath my feet.
By Ana5 years ago in Poets
I was born from red and brown and it’s hard to stay true in a prism. When I’m fractioned; I’m bound to become reactional.
By Crystal Sloan5 years ago in Poets
