Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
She is iridescent in a world made of glass. Her soul refracts rainbows in the sunlight, revealing a spectrum of colours and quirks.
By Ellie Hughes5 years ago in Poets
My pallet is neutral, the subdued colors of soil and Earth. You glide over me unaware And simply walk with confidence.
By Janet Lewis5 years ago in Poets
In the aftermath that is the echo of inflicted evil, I wear a color you’ve never heard before, leaving me cursed to never be without chaos and contradiction, poetry in a world still learning the alphabet
By Kerri Caldwell5 years ago in Poets
My olive skin provides me with ample opportunities to exploit my white privilege. Depending on the hue of the situation, I can
By Kale Sinclair5 years ago in Poets
I never wanted to be a human. I longed to live above the clouds. I wished to be in space, among dark matter and birthing Stars.
By Melissa Ingoldsby5 years ago in Poets
Bad Eye By Cassandra Ellis Inadequacy consumes me like an uninvited guest I marinate in deficiency, so I never know my best
By Cassandra Ellis5 years ago in Poets
We got lost somewhere in the middle, On the bridge of insanity, We were germs crawling on the Earth, Though we could do no wrong,
By Ann Herrold5 years ago in Poets
The reds sound painful, pleasing, and desired; As if anxiously and with arousing anticipation. I’ve laid in wait for the resolve of the hue to come.
By Guy Justin Vickery5 years ago in Poets
I was hiding, pain subsiding. Numbly gliding through life with eyes closed to the strife. Gave up the fight,
By Chris Elliott 5 years ago in Poets
She spread out her wings, In a lordly way, She looked sharply ahead, And washed azure tear away. There was a wind,
By Natalia Ptaszynska5 years ago in Poets
Dedication On Mother’s Day, for my mother in her 97th year still telling stories of her mother, each proudly a Cameron and Highlander. The strongest, most vital, and most remarkable women I have ever known.
By Alexander J. Cameron5 years ago in Poets
I wake up each and every day Filled with nothing but misery Every morning is like the one before Get up, get dressed and out the door
By Gregg Blade5 years ago in Poets
