inspirational

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

Multi-Faceted
How could I choose One color to represent me, when there are So Very many branches of my tree?
By Renee Marino5 years ago in Poets
Spectrum
No person is one colour. No person is one trait. No one has a single quality. No one thing that makes them great. We are all diverse and blended.
By L. A. McCullough5 years ago in Poets
Melanin Drip
Draped in Coffee, Caramel, Cinnamon Not talking about dessert, but she's decadently sweet. Sugar and spice with a hint of whiskey,
By TaKisha DuPree5 years ago in Poets
Gleaming Silver
Morning? What has morning ever done for me? I have too little time and all day to waste it. Sunlight burns through curtains. Hot, searching for flesh.
By Sudipta Quabili5 years ago in Poets
Foster Care
STANZA 1 Any day now there will be a child Brand new, except in my womb it did not grow. Good or bad, we do not know what will be of this seed
By Jennifer Herrera5 years ago in Poets
Love Is Love Unless Your Invisible
Pink eclipses her brain As the shade comes familiar and makes her smile The yellow seems so bight, Till you trace it with your joyful eyes
By Victorian Black 5 years ago in Poets
Chromatic Is My Nature
Turning with the temperature, season or the wind, There is no single colour that captures who I am. Chromatic is my nature,
By Tianna Steinman5 years ago in Poets
Swing set
I am waking up again on swing set ride, Not knowing what will take me by surprise, The only thing I am sure - tears in my eyes.
By Katya Volchkova5 years ago in Poets
Life
I may be browned skin, but I am British I have a tale to tell but not to finish I am the girl who has always survived In all honesty I'm shocked I'm still alive
By Annie Williams5 years ago in Poets
Finding Home in Paradise
Allowing the elements to carry my spirit to distant waters far from a land I've always known as "Home." And yet I look up and close my eyes and ask the question of is home truly ever really home?
By Tara Edwards5 years ago in Poets
I Am Unique
We’re all unique, products of infinitesimal odds, incredible coincidental events beyond the comprehension of Gods. I am unique because my ancestry is worlds apart. My parents looked past their skin tone to commonalities of the heart.
By Ricky Chopra5 years ago in Poets
Rainbow
It is for this rainbow we were born. A wan of flash and distant purple melt into pink, waft into yellow and nutmeg brown, your skin like abandoned almond peel and lavender melting into lilac and sliding, gliding, confiding in a profusion of red sifting into powder blue, a remnant of a mood passing by.
By Iannis Vlachos5 years ago in Poets