inspirational

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

This is the Color of my Soul
This is the color of my soul This is my heart’s true song First sung by my Master Teacher Western Buddhist guru Bhakti yoga practitioner
By Pat Azab5 years ago in Poets
Iridescence
I held myself in the palm of my hand And stared at my reflected shade, I watched myself cling on tight In hopes that if I do,
By Nikolina Klasan5 years ago in Poets
My Rainbow
Raising you is the best thing I've done yet Each day you surprise me Doing a flip or riding a bike Our lives were in need of your smile and wit
By ANGELA HEINE5 years ago in Poets
Color me Unique
Blazing fire of life Warrior silent strength Earth's energy facilitates Grounded to all challenges Thoughts freshly flowing
By Kim Morgan5 years ago in Poets
Color Watch
Speckled pink and definitely not Thick We have twin skin only yours is brand new. Unwrapping you from swaddle and choice, I time travel to places familiar and not— you are like I was only
By Emily Casey5 years ago in Poets
Quintessential of Purple
The Apatura Iris called the Purple Emperor, is rare and flies high in the sky. It is an omnivore, hungry for everything and anything it can eat.
By Oluwalonimi OluAlakija 5 years ago in Poets
Becoming
It’s amazing to start as invisible. First decade. Or maybe all the colors were there and whited each other out while we ignored all the black holes in the canoe.
By Hope Karan Gerecht5 years ago in Poets
Kaleidoscope Pride
When I realized this wasn't just a "phase", I was terrified of myself. As a Queer woman, I was scared. I spent most of my life hidden in the shadows. I lived a life that way grey and full of guilt. Through my years of hiding my secret, I looked to those who embraced their kaleidoscope vision and felt joy and sadness. Joy for those who loved their individuality, and sadness for the part of myself I was too scared to share.
By Francesca Amato5 years ago in Poets
My letter to you
You broke me down and dragged me through the mud. Breaking my heart piece by piece, showing me no love. You’re filled with hate
By Camalise felipe-Pineda 5 years ago in Poets
Little Black
Little black they called her When little kids we were. I was fair and she was dark. Our contrast could not be more stark.
By NORA YUEN5 years ago in Poets
Yellow Sun Rays
The stars looked over me as I slept & the moon covered me from shooting stars. While trees would give me more oxygen to breathe, than I could ever need.
By Hana fanty5 years ago in Poets
I Am Golden
Awakened within the depths of my soul, A wellspring of golden embers glow. Golden as the sunset, before it dips into the night.
By Crystal Stevens5 years ago in Poets