Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
All Color is one color One color is all color Delight is to discover Yourself alone in land uncharted Unparted, waves of discrepancy
By Derek Windrick5 years ago in Poets
I come from a special place, a city by the sea A small but mighty race, filled with community Always got each-others back, nothing splits us in two
By Hayley Coleman5 years ago in Poets
Speckled pavement of blended grays and uneven dots of black and white. The foundation of this ground that supports and sustains the blistered feet
By Las Matamaridos5 years ago in Poets
I am that small flicker of yellow hope for those in eternal darkness with heavy hearts questioning tomorrow. Just as I can be the storms that plagues others into darkness who I encountered when rage roared on inside myself.
By Jessica J5 years ago in Poets
There are days like this I feel sixty-five Everything I see is blue Like me Like you Inside and outside There are days I blink one hundred and eighty two
By Nolan Recker5 years ago in Poets
It was hard but I can do it dark days I told myself everyday how to work through it feeling that people were against me I was paranoid and lost control of myself
By zaza pizarro5 years ago in Poets
The Blackness of the Dark, And dark behind my eyes Open a whole realm of being, Some are even spies. To tell the pure ones from the bad,
By K5 years ago in Poets
What makes me unique ? By Teri Biondo
By Teri Biondo5 years ago in Poets
YOU ARE THE RAINBOW morning light fills the room removing the night that was once filled with doom nearly everyone has already gotten up
By Nicholas Russell5 years ago in Poets
Blue is the colour that speaks to me Blue is the colour that sets me free It thrills and excite me, it makes me feel clear
By George Hall5 years ago in Poets
A colour is a feeling The energy i emit Should you see beyond my body Shall the real me permit True colours seep from my soul
By Liz Bregenhoj5 years ago in Poets
In the beginning What seems to me now, many lives ago, There was dark and there was wet. A world of chaos, dissent. Ever spinning.
By tiffany agam5 years ago in Poets
