Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
Fight Colour with Colour My body encompassed by violet light, carries me down a river of sea-blue. Droplets of heavenly mist, find their way into my hair.
By Jennifer Dawn Coombs5 years ago in Poets
Late last night, after I had watched “too much” tv, I wondered why I’d ever choose not to sleep. I drifted off standing
By Rieneke Helder5 years ago in Poets
Until the hours have fled far from me, Until the days have slipped into years. Until old age has worn my body down,
By Joseph D Hamilton5 years ago in Poets
Her sun-kissed warmth and chestnut hues dripping with honey That is what comes to the mind Of a young lady who once believed
By Dani5 years ago in Poets
go frolic where the sun pours, where golden air strikes the earth- calmly, gently, quietly. it almost seems to demand someone to burst into it,
Sometimes it has to be a wasp nest, Grey, worn, torn, colorless, Though functional nonetheless, Barely held together at first glance,
By Zachariah Crawford5 years ago in Poets
Strength is Standing When Everyone else wants to see you fall. Strength is remembering why your standing as tall as your are today unable to be knocked down.
By Joyce Renfro5 years ago in Poets
Red reveals my rage, with orange flecks of pain. The bleeding of a broken heart, the rust of longing long forgot; it brushes off but lingers after all else fades.
By sarah rosellini5 years ago in Poets
Sometimes grey, sometimes green Sometimes bluer than they seem Deep behind those blue eyes There are many more tears left to be cried
By Allison Ann Johnson5 years ago in Poets
Isn’t it kind of crazy how you spent nine months in the dark of a belly? Preparing yourself to come into a world unsteady A world that isn’t yet ready to experience your light
By Tiff Hubbard5 years ago in Poets
I am colour I’m an artist that uses all the colours of the rainbow when I paint I just let the colours flow ever so slow .Laying down the paint till im pouring every last drop from my bowl.
By Cameron Kitchen5 years ago in Poets
A cloud is not white. It is blue, yellow, purple, Sometimes pinkish You just have to look at it long enough To see more than it first lets you.
By Lyric Deep5 years ago in Poets
