Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
You want to know what is unique? Me, I am so unique I was born on March 25th of 1997. My name is so unique it happens to be both of my parents names mixed, how cool is that?!
By Jayden Lynn Dow5 years ago in Poets
Cutting through the veil of this royal velvet grasp challenging skewed perceptions some enlist Who am I, to command such attention, you may ask?
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden5 years ago in Poets
Tumbling in an ebon cloud, I was a shadow of a pretty girl - With feelings like ash and dreams of soot. I stumbled into a crimson door.
By Miria Kano5 years ago in Poets
I'm proud to be a part of this colorful Earth. Part of something so big Since the day of my birth. I'm part of the colors
By Deborah Zbieronek5 years ago in Poets
I came into this world screaming My purplish-grey face contorted with rage Appalled by the cold blue hands that gripped me
By Sunflower Starchild5 years ago in Poets
By-Tiamet A. Webb Perhaps the black woman is the definition of abstract art She exists as more than an idea, but as the sum of atoms of her blackness now, and her blackness before
By Tiamet Webb5 years ago in Poets
Yellow Daughter By Mary Cheung Yellow daughter in a white world. Balancing between tradition and old. In a world of apple pie, cheerleaders and teenagers,
By Mary Mei Cheung5 years ago in Poets
I never liked the color red, never expected that auburn red would give so much meaning to my life. This color gave me hope, made me whole,
By Maya Raley5 years ago in Poets
Puppet master of a crowded floor, Bouncing in front of my stage, Hundreds of partiers taking away there pain, Trying to dance like they're Beonce or Pink,
By VOSSCO5 years ago in Poets
I used to think my life was destined for the oblivion of black & white static on a boxy TV screen. Constantly wishing I could escape
By Makena Kimball5 years ago in Poets
I watch my brother turn red in the face, from laughter Gasping for air, I shudder to think the latter Is exactly what has us here. I turn
By Dan-O Vizzini5 years ago in Poets
All my life I've been surrounded by color But I haven't felt it I'm not able to touch it Everytime I try to grasp it It disappears
By Ashley Thompson5 years ago in Poets
