Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
the destination doesn’t matter the hues of orange and blues and morning regard us all the same with a blissful hopeless wonder
By Rita Hunt5 years ago in Poets
I used to think that brown was not a pretty color. After all, what exactly is brown? The mud, the dirt, the dead leaves left to rot
By Trisha Srigiriraju5 years ago in Poets
I am Purple Soft as lilacs, vulvic deep unfolding, wet, yielding, surrendering, letting go. I am old lady strong and wise purple.
By Marjorie Beaucage5 years ago in Poets
I am the essence of passion and aggression, proven by the shedding of my blood, sweat, and tears. Round and juicy throughout my innermost layers, carefully developed over the years.
By Jennifer Brown5 years ago in Poets
What does the word freedom even mean? Is it a way for the world to trick us to think that our existence is seen? Is it just a word to hide the truth that we can’t actually be our true selves and who we really are?
By Breianna Richardson5 years ago in Poets
I was painted with some colors, Some bright and playful, Others - dark, sad and traumatic. I believed I couldn’t wash them away.
By Justyna Bronski5 years ago in Poets
I am a proud kid of mother nature! Sun is my energy. Mountains are my resilience, It mirrors my strength, Every time I need to keep my head up.
By Melek Kangul5 years ago in Poets
I love to dive deep into the deep blue of the ocean of my thoughts, my feelings and of who I really am diving and emerging
By Jana Krychtalkova5 years ago in Poets
My mother has become more strengthened on her journey, My mother always told me to follow through even if my vision of it was blurry.
By Kennedy Morgan5 years ago in Poets
Off The Shelf I approach friendships With a two step process I take two steps back Every step forward.
By Cereal Oatmeal 5 years ago in Poets
For 42.5 years I have found it uneasy to be green. And, I thought it was because of blue, And all its arm-crossed demands.
By Mandy Steward5 years ago in Poets
Authenticity. It’s the shade that shines the truth in me, Cool rays of light transparency, Colours of rainbow the eye can’t see.
By Génn Francis5 years ago in Poets
