Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
I paint myself In shades of grey. In between, Unsteady. Unwilling to divide My spirit into two. For in this neutral territory
By Shena Liane 5 years ago in Poets
Green is the colour of the flag on my walls Green is the mess in my apartment halls Green is the card my family obtained
By Brianna Simms 5 years ago in Poets
They say that life is bright! Each color, making up a mirage of imagery brought to life. They even teach you about the rainbow in school. ROYGBIV if you can believe.
By Victoria Kemp 5 years ago in Poets
I always wondered what color I would be if I could only choose one. Would I be a hue of yellow due to my sunshine attitude, a shade of blue because that is my favorite?
By Magnolia5 years ago in Poets
Don't call it vanity it was insanity that had me looking in the mirror to see what they would see. There was a lack of admiration
By Mara Wroblewski5 years ago in Poets
For way too long I lived my life in black and white Upholding false ideals that made me feel more like right Like a fire that burns underwater I will no longer
By Monique Will5 years ago in Poets
Every day I feel small always looking at a wall street around the corner surrounded by four corners often feels like a prison
What colors do you see When you look at me? Do you see the brown of my skin? Can you see the shades of pink within? When you see my lopsided chest
By Nicole Hawkins5 years ago in Poets
I was told my name is Black. With pride I answered back. In truth, this curly crown on my head Is darker than the night,
By Jonathon McClellan5 years ago in Poets
No sunshine coming through the window of my soul. I feel blue, and the birds, the birds are not singing right now. I am tired, I want to stay into the dark night.
By Hanna Moreno 5 years ago in Poets
I will make sure you are loved I will make sure you are seen I will make sure your voice is heard I will make sure you are not just a dream
By Michelle LJ5 years ago in Poets
it takes years for the pages of my favourite books to age into their perfect shade from almost-white sun a haze disappearing into blindness
By Alexia Depinal5 years ago in Poets
