inspirational

Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.

Sun-city
There is a city full of skyscrapers, so high that sunlight cant come through. The citicens, have since long forgotten, what it feels like, when the sun gently meets the skin.
By Vendela Marjatta Linder5 years ago in Poets
Pink Anti-Bully Shirts Requested
As for the bullies, I hope you learned to be kind. The black eyes you gave me, was truly a crime. Grateful for the pink bully shirts they have now.
By Cathy Deslippe5 years ago in Poets
Your Power
𝙔𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙥𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙧 𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙚𝙛 𝘽𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙚𝙫𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙪𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙞𝙩 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙚 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙙𝙖𝙮
By Renee Ranke5 years ago in Poets
I am not
I am not I am not red. Not the color of fire. Not that I am not ignited with the hot flames of passion or anger when either love or hate is amplified in my being. Not red, not one color for two opposite emotions. I am not, not confused by red.
By Katherine M Bowser5 years ago in Poets
Turpentine Cannot Erase Me
Raised in pastoral quiet I was the Rainbow sheep in A sea of white wool Too used to too Too loud
By Alexis Amsden5 years ago in Poets
In another time
Masquerading identities by hiding in harlem. Tell them we're anything but a drag. Prohibition, admission, recognition. Speakeasy, honey.
By the startist5 years ago in Poets
Equivoque
Dear Ego I asked What makes me unique? Show me a color with emotion that speaks. Show me how colors can help me to see,
By Amy Young5 years ago in Poets
The Colors Within
I got all colors flowing through my skin Brown black, yellow and many more flow from within. All the colors that show who I am, made up from my Ancestors from way back then.
By Reba Miller 5 years ago in Poets
My Colors Are Not To Be Judged
I know not what color I am, Nor what color I am supposed to be, Only who I wish to be. I wish to be a woman, True to myself.
By Nazneen Dubash5 years ago in Poets
American Born
Our children here are born to your name, but how naive we were to believe they could possibly be the same. You chipped off our culture,
By Wanly Chen5 years ago in Poets
I am a rainbow
StI am a rainbow, what I am is not the words, however colorful that have been thrown at me. I am a rainbow, I shine brightly for those whose colors have gone even when I feel black white and grey, I am a rainbow, in the silence for myself, so I can be the change I want to see in the world and so I can be direct, red hot love for those who don't have a safe place to be themselves, who hide in the dark because the world has told them their colors are wrong in so many ways, I am a rainbow for the beauty I see in others who may not even see how beautiful they are, because socially, they don't fit in like a puzzle piece trying to fit into a square of perfection that truly does not even exist, I am a rainbow, to remind myself, that I am not the labels you've placed on me, or the harm I've done to myself, or the streets in which I lived for nearly a decade to escape the hate and toxicity you showed me when all I was seeking was love and acceptance, in a world that only sees me as autistic, or strange, queer and questioning,
By Jenna Lynne5 years ago in Poets
What do you want to be in the future?
What do you want to be in the future? Have you ever wondered what you want to be in the future? I can assure you that you have not thought about it on your own like most people.
By Alezio Pft5 years ago in Poets