Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
Years of weaving, folding, and sewing Aged hands created a sea of needles rowing The women of my abuelo's pueblo created cloth
By K L5 years ago in Poets
I see it everywhere, Painted on the walls, Spattered on the floor, Woven into the fabric of my clothing, Freckling my light skin,
By Amethyst Champagne5 years ago in Poets
Right from the start I knew you’d hold our hearts, You were so small, so very sweet and yet you knew it complete, that pink was not for you...blue was more your type of hue.
By CR. Phoenix 5 years ago in Poets
If you start with a milli, be ready for a billi No lie that’s illy, you will feel tranquilly Forget about Billy, even Jilly and Willy
By Cila Jones5 years ago in Poets
There’s not much I can say that you haven’t already thought about You can look into my eyes and see yours ... I hold a piece of you everywhere I go
To the outside world I like to imagine I am Aurelian yellow, Radiant, resplendent, an elusive, little ray of light, A glistening cupola,
By Leanne Penfold5 years ago in Poets
Cosmic Stones Straight forward I will risk, on my spinning disk, destination unknown, next stop another miss, The 3rd strike it may be, next inning and we’ll see, another swing, another chance, risk forward and be me,
By Thaddeus5 years ago in Poets
Cheerful emotions rise like bubbles to the top, One’s found a lover, let not the thrill stop! Longing for brief moments to lengthen to years,
By Nicole George5 years ago in Poets
Today I'm here to confess Why I arrived to planet Earth I can no longer to suppress The truth behind the Rainbow Quest Was given I, a gift of art at birth
By Natasha Kudashkina5 years ago in Poets
I have always said that tiedye is my favorite color and I guess that makes sense. I live a colorful life! From my bright red hair to my
By Cid Rhinehart5 years ago in Poets
Brown was the color of the corduroy pants Peeking out from under tulle tutus. Monster trucks in the mud and vroom-vroom sounds.
By Emily Wedick5 years ago in Poets
COLOR ME PURPLE I pass the mirror, it’s me, all of me High cheek bones, smooth, chocolate, distinguishing features of my uniqueness, my style,
By Seletha Head Tucker5 years ago in Poets
