Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
Bursting at the seams with color Not scandalous but fully scarlet Rich smooth and enjoyable As a vintage glass of merlot
By Cheryl E Preston5 years ago in Poets
I stand in the first golden light as the Sun breaks over the horizon The day is born. The day is given. Creation is affirmed.
By N. Harold Donley5 years ago in Poets
In the beginning I was created and brown is the hue given to me as the tag of my origin sparkling with the glitter of gold and bronze Jewels in my Melanin covered frame
By Manice Lester âShawnyâ5 years ago in Poets
Though I gaze, though I stare, Though I wrestle about with what I care, Though I push through restless ways, My joy resides, my thankfulness stays,
By Jordan Zuniga5 years ago in Poets
Life, Living, Green even when it's not. Seeing through the darkness of the Forest A Twinge, a Speck, A Cardinal standing out against the leaf against the Darkness
By Carrol Horne5 years ago in Poets
The arrival of the train on the platform Metal on metal, engine whirring Commuters standing in line Coffee in hand, yawning
By ZL5 years ago in Poets
An artistâs palette, facets of colors, swirl and define Creating silhouettes and dimensions in the vein of my life Distinguishing rivets of character and a myriad of preferences
By Cindy Calder5 years ago in Poets
Electric eyes, the color of the green grass in Spring, The evergreen needles, and the budding leaves reaching out to touch the sky again
By Elizabeth Rich5 years ago in Poets
Once I was a frozen lake. The deepest parts of me hidden from view by a layer of blue-white ice. Once I was a frozen lake.
By S J Oliver5 years ago in Poets
Blue eyes piercing, enticing and mysterious To most that is her whole identity She won't let anyone close Worrying if she does, all they will see her as are her pretty blue eyes
By Megan McCullough5 years ago in Poets
I perceive myself to be of many colors; The violet of the sorrow, The gold beams of the sun. The evergreen of breath and life,
By Rebekah Sykes5 years ago in Poets
Here I stand Two parts green Three parts darkness And while all parts are iridescent Some parts are evanescent I am me
By Lana Hart5 years ago in Poets
