inspirational

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

Connected by color
We are all made up of color, unique and all our own. Separate, individual, reeling, feeling all alone. The same red blood we bleed, we need,
By Ryan Brailsford5 years ago in Poets
If you look, you can see anything.
I have been told there are colors that we cannot see. How beautiful they must be then, to expand on a spectrum so cherished.
By Courtney Ambrosia5 years ago in Poets
A Moment in Time
I lay under the canvas of night. My eyes filled with the luminosity above. Each star fighting to be irradiant, each struggling to be seen through the approaching clouds.
By Beth Erickson5 years ago in Poets
Warrior Vibes
Running mind running rhymes running behind but always on time Started that movement for all those in distress now we in need of an architect for that project that no one will ever forget, that one that earns us that respect, youll see that we are not wrecked, we will have no regrets in the creation of this matriarchs nest that will create a tribe of warriors at their best to keep our people alive. The Matriarchs hive under the watch of warriors who train, wait, rest and steady, always ready, just too deadly Warrior vibes keeping our people alive.
By tunkwa dene5 years ago in Poets
Moleskin
I am Black and Beautiful in the skin color Golden Brown I used to be shy and it made me frown Not knowing where I was going, I always knew I wanted a Crown
By Tracey Cade5 years ago in Poets
I AM
I am, uncomfortable, concerned, and unnerved I am angry, and uncertain by the things that I have observed I live in the land of the free and home of the brave
By Joseph D Hamilton5 years ago in Poets
Blue and white
As Greek-Australians our colours are blue and white. Our future in Australia is nothing but bright. Health, welfare and education options for us are rosy,
By Michael Friganiotis5 years ago in Poets
Coward
How weak and feeble I am Tossed to and fro like this Disturbed and made to fear By the smallest of all matters The slightest breeze upsets me
By Joseph D Hamilton5 years ago in Poets
May Flowers
3 months in quarantine and I struggle. But still I choose each day to get up to be good to myself and to paint. .
By Calla Donofrio5 years ago in Poets
Wishing
When I think of my eyes, I think of the color brown Not the beautiful canvases that are the key to my soul. I do not think of the lightning strikes all around,
By Rachel Pierce5 years ago in Poets
The Colour Within
I am African, And that's who I've ever been; I'm from Motherland, And I'm proud of my heritage. You see my colour as a threat,
By Nanshin Dawurung5 years ago in Poets
In the Gray
In the Gray Written by: Aria Isabella Ramey There once was a girl who entered the gray. A cold, lifeless, lonely place was the gray.
By Aria Isabella5 years ago in Poets