inspirational

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

Incognito
My soul’s a crackling electric blue, a live wire rattling through, aiming to strike once, strike true— crash into someone like you.
By Anna Volk5 years ago in Poets
Rainbows
Rainbows Sometimes when I look at me I see you. I see blue eyes flash in my honey brown I see pain where I never saw it before.
By Jordan Bell5 years ago in Poets
The Colourful Ms. Brown
I will tell you a story about Ms. Brown She is too dark to be white and too white to be brown Too quiet to be loud With loudness, so stark it mutes the sound
By done delete5 years ago in Poets
In My Skin
Color. The simplicity lies in hue, saturation and value. Red, yellow, blue and the multitudes. The complexity lay on human skin.
By Mallory Smith5 years ago in Poets
Unapologetically Black.. Top Story - May 2021.
I am Black. The darkest color on the wheel; The complete absorption of light.
By Sierra Ginae.5 years ago in Poets
Sestina Legato
Come dance with me on the line between humility and confidence. A complementary pair, yet certain to make skeptics of all the good-natured
By Strixmonger5 years ago in Poets
The Guilt of a Thousand Butterflies
Release my guilt to the sun In the form of a thousand butterflies; They will stream from my stomach in an endless torrent,
By Jackson Howling5 years ago in Poets
How I am Painted
Two winter seasons back, Christmas on the loom, I worked at Starbucks I wore a red apron and someone said Red suited me
By Kaitlin Pham5 years ago in Poets
Never the Same
Day to day I change; I’ll never be exactly the same. Minute by minute, I learn and grow. Letting emotions come and thoughts flow.
By Jenni Sullivan5 years ago in Poets
My past is blue
All I remember was blue The stories I've told The happiness I went through I ask myself to remember Colors from celebrations past But I can't seem to remember past blue Forgetful Forgotten No this is something new I've adorned a new color And I'm ashamed of the blue I must let go Must take the blame to change For what I wish I could do Hope Forgiveness Now it's all coming through I can see myself Surrounded in blue And yet I was pink Filled with vibrant colors wanting to blend Just doing what I was told to do.
By Kat Crossley5 years ago in Poets
Golden Man
The essence of earth’s core I watch as it burns and melts away my impurities Suited like a plate of armor able to tear through thy enemies and purify all that seek to destruct, destroy, and to make fund from it’s lava
By Kendra Abram5 years ago in Poets
Blue.
What we take in through our eyes has a way of creeping into our souls. For some, it is the colour of happiness. Of purity.
By Jade Fox5 years ago in Poets