Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
Time has stopped The wind still blows Overflowing with emotions As you feel the doors close Brace yourself Stand your ground
By TammyRenee5 years ago in Poets
I am not all sunshine and rainbows I am not all in the world, colored and clear I am but grey, black and blue Bruised and beaten from the inside out
By Cassie roy5 years ago in Poets
We all dread that day when we know it’s not Sunday anymore. You know the last day you get before you go back to the grind.
When I was a little girl I dreamt of visiting pyramids and finding hidden treasures in the sands of Ancient Egypt Of sitting by the pharaohs and listening to their stories
By Paulina5 years ago in Poets
What do you mean? I don’t have to care for anything or anyone Only if it’s about me? What do you mean? You mean I can go sit somewhere and not be bothered?
I would like to thank all the birds I’ve met for showing me their colours. it is taking me decades to find mine, then to understand them, and then to wear them on my rump and coverts without thought.
By Ruby Gill5 years ago in Poets
My face turns crimson red when I feel, emotions too heavy to conceal; Flame red becomes my stomach when I eat, most food that does not agree;
By Victoria Stratton5 years ago in Poets
First as simple as a tiny spec of grain, A thought of divergence rises, As I dance within the soaking grey rain, My monotone mentality turns to dust.
By Rachael L5 years ago in Poets
Purple Passion The warm energy of red radiates through my soul. The cool harmony of blue soothes my spirit. When these two colors fuse the passion of purple is formed.
By Ryan Warren5 years ago in Poets
it wasn’t to have been expected that a river of coral petals would cascade from my navel and disappear into lace the texture of a new-born’s fingers
By Eleanore McCann5 years ago in Poets
Love My Colors…No Matter Hue Remembering the days when life was as free as a bird When you didn’t have these experiences
By Ammiel Mateen5 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
