Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
I. Separately they strolled, enjoying her space Divided both by their money and race She was Titanic! In all her glory! Let me share a new, much darker story.
By Charleen Richey5 years ago in Poets
I am so full of brightness I could jump from the excitement Do tricks - cartwheels, backflips, twirls - Like a colorful polka-dotted clown
By Marija Mandic5 years ago in Poets
Brown choose me before I had a say in who I wanted to be defining my destiny. like rusk dipped in chai it soaked me in culture
By Pragadish Kalaivanan5 years ago in Poets
Rise Above... Above so high that they cant see you. Above so high that they want to be you. Above so high that the stars see you.
By Love Aierion5 years ago in Poets
Yellow light creeps onto my back illuminating the trepidation that grips my shivering spine Green light seduces my eyes
By STEVE ATHANASAKIS5 years ago in Poets
Color is ever-present, constant, deliberate ; expressing memories, energies, and moments in time, displays the hues of humanity, universally entering our being in undulating waves.
By Gabrielle Cote5 years ago in Poets
I want to dream in color, In dye, shade, and hue. But this you may discover, Is not so simple to do. We all want to be unique,
By Joseph Milliken5 years ago in Poets
The world is grey But I am not. My colors stay. I’ll take the lot. The gloom surrounds Soft and mute. Deep in the ground
By Alex Segal5 years ago in Poets
Your perspective does not stand alone By itself in a corner lifeless as a stone But there you sit pompous and fake In your arrogance, you make a great mistake
By Joseph D Hamilton5 years ago in Poets
We're all marked when we're born, Pinks or blues cover our faces, our bodies, even on our clothes. Everyone's expected to keep these colors until the day that they finally leave this Earth.
By Morgan S5 years ago in Poets
Reality of fear U r not scared of the dark. U r scared of what's in it. U r not afraid of heights. U r afraid of falling.
By Md Feroz5 years ago in Poets
Tone- the sound of culture screaming for freedom from the men who lack pigment and a conscience. Brown skin standing up to black hearts
By Danielle Campbell5 years ago in Poets
