Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
Since childhood, anger fueled me. Frustration, disgust, and raw defiance of my circumstances - those were my motivating influences.
By Hunter Blakely5 years ago in Poets
I am every single color that ever there has been, born of such angry reds and the most envious of greens, but I’m as much the pink of love
By Marianna Felfoldi5 years ago in Poets
The tears I cried for us leave me now feeling I have drunk from our love * Eyes wet, throat drenched now sated, I remember
By Sarene Arias5 years ago in Poets
Half a cup of how did I get here With a pinch of who am I truely Poured into a bowl of you've got this Hand mixed with a dash of guilt
By Lana Hart5 years ago in Poets
Start writing... I can see my heart as red As the fresh roses from the garden Filled with fragrance of natural scent
By K.A.L.M.5 years ago in Poets
The idea of color, whatever that means, is something I long for in my widest of dreams. To see what I hear about,
By Nicholas Shannon5 years ago in Poets
The rainbow is not there. The sky is white and filled with murmurations heading home. Once I wore lipstick and my hair was bright,
By Cate West5 years ago in Poets
My skin is cinnamon when it’s ruddy, like hot candy framing body. Brown bark tea stirrer stick. and that’s this - Pulp.
By Surreal Sista5 years ago in Poets
Strength in blue This path that I have walked forever Stretches farther than I can see And I can still feel the weight of every mistake
By Nick Wright5 years ago in Poets
When I was six my color was golden. Fingers dipped in folds of honey colored sunlight As I made my mark across the grey scales of childhood,
By Elyssa Chavez5 years ago in Poets
Cool mint blue in a room full of black suits Bright like a child's bedroom On the trampoline, jumping high into the light blue
By Sam Keaster5 years ago in Poets
The glowing orange orb drops onto the horizon while skies slowly transition through a kaleidoscope of color. Eyes adjust to the excitement of each moment as rippling blue seas brighten and glimmer.
By Peggy McDaniel5 years ago in Poets
