inspirational

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

Colour!
Colour, what really is the meaning? Does it mean the colour of the skin in which we all are stapled to or the colour of everything in which we are surrounded.
By Taylor Phillips5 years ago in Poets
Why is the Sky Blue?
“Why is the sky blue?” I was ten, My little brother was two. He balanced on my hip, Pointing his chubby limbs Up – towards the sky.
By Arlo Quinn5 years ago in Poets
A Dose of Truth
A Dose of Truth Caught in the cross-hairs like prey to a hunter's mark praying to be unleashed from the anvils of pain and hurt
By Jontay Watson5 years ago in Poets
Burnt Sienna Oracles
The colors of her divine masculines heart embrace the inner, gentle, solitude of her euphoric scorpion stinger essence. While he portrays a sea of sandy raw death, he is intuitively welcoming with open cacti arms, the acceptance of her raw ego's infinity of terminal longevity. She is ready to hug. A prick and poke keeps the sin of pain and pleasure woke.
By Sianna Reigine5 years ago in Poets
Luminous, Lackluster Array
Thinking back on younger years, Recalling great excitement and magic, with pain, fear, and loneliness around most corners.
By Catie Markesich5 years ago in Poets
Rosy
If you could see my aura I’d like to think It’d be the color of a soft rosy pink * Infectious kindness rooted in my heart
By Claire Marie5 years ago in Poets
Black Boy Fly
A sky blue tranquility runs rampant in my mind A red hot passion for my endeared ones and life entrenched throughout my veins
By Andre Wilson5 years ago in Poets
Purple Excellence
Purple Excellence: Lavender Kisses As the sun kisses my skin I look up at the sky I hear the whispers of strength and power
By Jontay Watson5 years ago in Poets
The Human Spectrum
Red running through my veins, tints of green in my gaze, pumping love in countless ways, this is who I am. Meek and tender is my touch,
By Patrick Manos5 years ago in Poets
Even the Night
Even the Night Not white. Not black. Even the night has color. I am red. Burning fragile, tender glowing, I will open, pomegranate, watermelon wide with want.
By S R Luke5 years ago in Poets
Story of a Canvas
This is my heart and my love, And my soul. A crisp sunrise - gentle pink hue, An earthy pebbled shore to cradle me as I watch the ocean blue.
By Hope Banyard5 years ago in Poets
Free Your Heart
I am not a good person I am kind and I am sweet Similar, the three may be, But never shall they meet I don't think I am rotten
By Corwynna5 years ago in Poets