Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
Now he’s preachin’ ‘bout bein’ dramatic, bitchin’ and moanin’ when he knows the real fact is his decision to leave was slightly problematic.
By Chris Elliott 5 years ago in Poets
Blond hair, blue eyes Entered many coloured doors Opened by red lips smiling White legs striving Golden sunglasses Tainting the colours of luck
By Britta Beneke5 years ago in Poets
I am half-African, half-Czech. I am British by birth, American by nature. I am the “other”. I am every “other”.
"Sunshine." That was what my Mother always called me. Her little ray of light and joy, The one that cleared up the darkness in our family,
By MacKenzie Duncan5 years ago in Poets
When I was young, I painted my world with a pallet of the richest colors. A drop of Amber for every giggle. African Violet from each soft touch.
By Rebekah Shutter5 years ago in Poets
My pain is my paintbrush The world is my canvas Turn atrophy into art Hoping someone can understand this Maybe see the deeper meaning
By Malik Grail5 years ago in Poets
no matter where you live or what you do inside yourself resides an artist either making a poem with or without rhymes or making a story inside your mind
By Suntonu Bhadra5 years ago in Poets
I used to see pink blossoms swaying against blue skies so free But I’d look into my speckled greens and see I wasn’t me I sometimes walked in yellow when the sun would finally shine
By Lesley Raymond5 years ago in Poets
Dotted on arms are speckled shades of brown. A dichotomy between power and dots. Cumulus clouds blocked me from reaching my full potential.
By Andrea Dunne5 years ago in Poets
My form, deliberate. Every curve, Every roll. With strokes of deep taupe, Teak, And chocolate, To paint my brown skin.
By Fiona Nneka5 years ago in Poets
Each Color of My Life From the womb, everything vibrant and brand new Reached for each color that danced by belonging to a rainbow
By Rick Lualemana5 years ago in Poets
Nothing gold can stay But I am Golden and steady Its all of me The flash of gold in the heel of my stiletto The shimmer that I brushed on my collar bone
By Ellen James5 years ago in Poets
