Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
The Light inside me I am made up of mostly light Bright like the colors pink and white I live in truth and do what is right
By Lukiea Thompson 5 years ago in Poets
Cream white beige Gender bender age Life inside a cot Grimy little grot * Blue red yellow What a funny fellow Dressed all in colours
By a.yellow.teacup5 years ago in Poets
My fringe caught fire in this world’s red Tossed and thrown, my edges shred. I thought I'd burn, but as I waited for the flame,
By Cait Finley5 years ago in Poets
A place to lay on the floor hidden away With your own epic lighting / A place where you can run free A place where nothing else matters
By Olivia Poon5 years ago in Poets
In Awe of the colors The painted pictures The beauty of the artist Inside and out How can you see So many shades To make it beautifully
By Briell Decker Blanchart5 years ago in Poets
Within Every Color If I could tell you what makes me unique, I’d honestly have a little trouble with it. So instead, I will tell you what my family has said.
By Ghost5 years ago in Poets
1. Pink isn’t an English word. It comes from Dutch, meaning “half-closed” as in eyes. Pinck oogen (1570s). I drink pink Himalayan tea at home.
By Shereen Akhtar5 years ago in Poets
Your existence is a kaleidoscope A tapestry of all that you have learned Iridescence woven through it, your hope Silvery scars, battle wounds you have earned
By Katie Osborne5 years ago in Poets
Fear is clever, and fear is what stops us from making silly, reckless decisions. But too much fear, and trauma, and bad experiences, and stress can poison us.
By Deborah Robinson5 years ago in Poets
I am all the colors of the rainbow from red to purple and everything in between. Each one coming to the fore on different days
By Hilda Carroll5 years ago in Poets
The colors inside, burns bright deep within me, My brown skin protects as life gives me benefits to reap. But there’s a rainbow that changes with my mood,
By Zay5 years ago in Poets
Colors in me that can’t be seen. A peach tapestry with art and scars littered for others to see.
By Misha Alsleben5 years ago in Poets
