Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
My wrists were as red as the rose As my veins I would expose. My heart was blue and black, Colored just like your attack.
By Kayla Crowell5 years ago in Poets
A Week of Babysitting A Week of Babysitting “You’re purple today,” the girl says. Her unicorn leggings
By Lissa Bay5 years ago in Poets
If I am BLUE am I more creative? If I am sad will you be able to relate? The world is BLUE (and green) I am BLUE (and sad)
By Jon Sabutis5 years ago in Poets
The Utopia of my soul is a vivid paradise, beautiful for the beholder to see Bright yellow as the sun's rays, My energized soul takes delight in absorbing the joy
By Regina Greathouse5 years ago in Poets
I had to learn to love the color I live in. Childhood memories of hate and berate clouded my ability to justly appreciate.
By Latrice Jones5 years ago in Poets
Kindness above average & unique to her beauty, she was always my ideal little sister. Her laughs make her blossom like a gardenia flower. Tiny as
By Kantshens5 years ago in Poets
I used to skip lines on loose-leaf paper while using crayons, every other space got filled with orange wax. A peer showed me if I waved that piece of paper fast,
By Miri Kamrowski 5 years ago in Poets
Blue is the color of the sky, My favorite shade, As the whole world opens up before me: College degree Horse under me.
By Rebecca5 years ago in Poets
You grew so impatient Your wings violently flapped You outgrew the cage In which you felt trapped Not ready to fly But so determined to try
By Ester Williams5 years ago in Poets
Someone once said - my energy matches that of a football stadium it’s loud and big and contagious a bright spot in any room
By Kalin Gabrielle5 years ago in Poets
My skin is white, my skin is tan, my skin is black. All of our love is red. My skin is olive, my skin is beige, my skin is amber.
By Anna mouse 5 years ago in Poets
Mornings I feel the vigors of Pastel Yellow I flit and move, incessantly not mellow Afternoon and here comes Mr. Blue Ready to bid my Pastel Yellow adieu
By Jiselle Candelaria5 years ago in Poets
