Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
Green, the colour of the leaves on the trees that I love White, the colour of the clouds up above Blue, the colour of the river that I and my family adore
By Ada Gittel5 years ago in Poets
For a long time I wanted to be yellow I tried to become it I tried to become sunshine The light in the room But I always had trouble connecting with people
By Kimberly5 years ago in Poets
She was a bully, but I needed her to like me Didn't I need everyone to like me? Extrovert meets introvert Instant jealousy
By Stephanie Joy5 years ago in Poets
Green is my favorite color, and it always has been There's no other color that I feel best in. I put on my green shirt, green headband, green sweater,
By Felicia Ramos Kreye5 years ago in Poets
At four years old I declared my favorite color to be turquoise An unassuming mix of blue and green She's calm yet curious, beachy but bold
By Suzy Smith5 years ago in Poets
If my depression must be blue Let it be lapis lazuli Buried deep in the sands of Afghanistan Veined with blood and wet with tears
By Debra Rohac5 years ago in Poets
my heart, it begs and bellows thick greens, yellows, like a stomped on dandelion in the snow no, rain it's not the same, you
By JP5 years ago in Poets
You’re 7, you love dresses but only blue, black, and green ones. Never pink. You want to build a fort a blanket fort where the american girl doll has tea with the blue power ranger
By Jamie P5 years ago in Poets
Blood that cannot be as thick as the kinship of bigotry, Ignorance that becomes shrill. A drop of my secret leaks the potency,
By Kalina Xiong5 years ago in Poets
From sunrise to sunset, I am constantly reminded of who I am. I raise my head high to the sky above me, And there it is,
By Melanie Rose5 years ago in Poets
I take pride in who I am , I know no one else can be me . I am different and transparent, there’s no secret you can hold beneath me .
By Christina Carter5 years ago in Poets
What makes me unique? I chose a purple shirt when I could have chosen pink. Is that special? Does that make me extraordinary?
By Caitlin Chrismon5 years ago in Poets
