inspirational

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

Be You
Be You – Flash! Crash. Splash. Yet life rains Upon my face, my self, my pain – Party-crashing the private passages of my mind,
By Sam Walker5 years ago in Poets
Black Sheep
He was a wreckless dumb boy But that made him a cautious, wise man. He didn't grow up till he hit 25 but when he did, He'd done more than most men can.
By Jade Rudolph5 years ago in Poets
Behind the amaranth doors
Dreaming under shining moon, Whose light is like a spell of Suada, I am dressed in silk of ocean blue - Star dust and Iris it is made of.
By Katya Volchkova5 years ago in Poets
The Colors of Pain
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
Dark blue, dark true
close your eyes and see the blur the smoke takes over all is blue feel the sound through your bones there's no way back to what we knew.
By Andy Johnson5 years ago in Poets
B.L.U.E. — Print
Bewildered have I been on too many occasions, my fingers are numb from repeating the sequence. 1 through 10, the list of reasons I had to dislike myself as a Black child in America were, endless.
By Brandon Mathis5 years ago in Poets
The Balance Between Yes And No Can Be Very Elusive
i’ve created a world and have let you in... Well, you’ve chosen to enter. The only rule i’ve made for myself is when i enter this room, I will be how i am at that time. And right now, i’m feeling a bit in my head.
By Ricky Sanchez5 years ago in Poets
Rebirth
Rebirth I celebrate the rebirth of life on my balcony garden. Luscious succulents and variegations of striations and patterns.
By Pauline Fountain5 years ago in Poets
Lights of Soho
In basements and hollows To street lamps and sorrows Awaiting, as the sun is fading Head just above water Like lambs to the slaughter
By Lili Miller5 years ago in Poets
5 7 5
Red eyes sting to blink Words that smell of roses but It is just perfume - Orange mornings come I’m a new person each sun
By VKT5 years ago in Poets
The Closet
My closet is organised from white to black The bright shirts are hidden right at the back They’re not ready to be worn, they’re quiet and still
By Emily5 years ago in Poets
Yellow Roses
I got your Carte Postale Sweet perfume Perfection We might have a Connection A Day pass Rocket to the Moon Time to fast
By Kristina Kirby 5 years ago in Poets