inspirational

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

An Ode to the LGBTQ Community
I find myself most inspired by a family I don’t necessarily fit into. Hues of red, orange, and yellow, green, purple, and blue.
By Tiana K5 years ago in Poets
Let's Be Friend
I know the blood runs in your veins, I know my blood runs just the same, Your heart it feels the warmth of love, Your eyes they see the rising sun,
By Deborah Berry5 years ago in Poets
Giving
The pale light shone across the sky. Far in the horizon, such beauty to the eye. The sunset setting on all upon the day.
By Cara Garner5 years ago in Poets
Lost in the hue of it all
Buried so deep these emotions have finally overtaken me. A peacefulness you no longer see existing. The icy blue exterior is what you see of coldness,
By Chauntelle A5 years ago in Poets
Golden
In the dark vastness of space, alone was a star. Trapped in the prison of his mind; living day to day, until he was only to find.
By Mouhammad Ghazi5 years ago in Poets
Pride in Me
Red The color of rage The anger I feel at injustice Blood shed for freedom That is neither free nor equal for all The rage of red
By Heather Scott5 years ago in Poets
My Life is Color
At the end of the day, It’s yellow & it’s blue. It’s the sunshine & the gloom. It’s all of the complexities, Absurdities,
By Carrie Kis5 years ago in Poets
Indigenous Is beautiful
Indigenous Is beautiful misinformation about us overflows into the nation on mainstream tv and hate handed down from generations upon generations
By Laila Longshore Longshore-Smith5 years ago in Poets
Our Colorful Universe
Synesthesia Disorder- is a neurological condition in which stimulation of one sensory or cognitive pathway (for example, hearing) leads to automatic, involuntary experiences in a second sensory or cognitive pathway (such as vision). Simply put, when one sense is activated, another unrelated sense is activated at the same time.
By Genevieve Armstorff5 years ago in Poets
Dare I Dream?
Void of light the black seeps in, It brings me to my knees. This can’t be it, this can’t be me, I whisper tenderly.
By Bev Berg5 years ago in Poets
Green Eyes
Green eyes, Green eyes, What do you see? I see the ocean ebbing and flowing, I see the sand becoming dampened, Beneath the current,
By Kristen Ulrich5 years ago in Poets
Black Bird (Black Swan)
Why you wanna fly black bird? You ain’t ever gonna fly. They say black girls aren’t meant to fly. Angel wings wasted on dead carcasses.
By Kiana Livingston5 years ago in Poets