Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
On January 11 2003, I was born in color, With a medium skin tone, That resembled my mother’s, I didn’t realize it Until I turned three,
By Zy Harshaw5 years ago in Poets
Green eyed adventurer. So many connections are made in green. The great outdoors. New life. Depth. Fresh spring air.
By Amanda Jones5 years ago in Poets
Rejoice, be glad, throughout the night Through bitter tears and pain despite, Though desolate places wear and tear, Rejoice, be glad, through uplifted prayer,
By Jordan Zuniga5 years ago in Poets
I possess the fire of a dying phoenix Red with rage Orange with understanding Yellow with remembrance I have died and turned to ash
By Jennie L Reid5 years ago in Poets
As gender fluid leaks all over these Downtown LA streets, she winked at me from behind pre-op 3rd basemen’s eyes. When she swung on by
By Jesse Kilgore5 years ago in Poets
As I journeyed came a thirst to quench When I met a man who offered drink Into a glass he poured just an inch From a flask of gold I think
By The Bantering Welshman5 years ago in Poets
there is nothing that can compare to a mothers love, for it was sent from up above. Her loves like a flower that constantly grows, it blossoms and blooms just like a red rose.
By Tiffany Davis5 years ago in Poets
“Coffee stain!” the kids remarked. My lips curl in disdain. How I longed instead for a beauty mark, How I long so to be plain.
By Dhani Dharmaprani5 years ago in Poets
Ode to a Lens-Bearer 5/11/2021 Freckles Like liver spots Puke-stained dots Concealing the blemish-free beauty That surely must live below
By MamaRody5 years ago in Poets
Here's an account of a little boy Who's female company he did enjoy And the occasional little girl's toy But had to learn quickly how to be coy
By Shekinah Sanders 5 years ago in Poets
Blue is the colour of the sky, Not your heart. Red is the colour of love, Not what your eyes should see. Pain is part of life.
By Owen Nicholls5 years ago in Poets
In the world of Social Media which gives all a chance to speak It’s clear that we’ve forgotten about what makes a thing Unique
By Nadia Iris5 years ago in Poets
