inspirational

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

I Am a Color
I am a color. Because mine is not yours and yours is not mine, there is beauty in this world that I am present in.
By Bethany Hill5 years ago in Poets
"The color green"
The color green as beautiful as an Emerald, the color green is as precious as my eyes , the color green is as glaring as my hair, the color green can be as dark as my anger, the color green is as bright as my happiness, the color green is as tough as my personality, the color green as shatter proof as my heart, the color green is as shiny as my skin is, the color green is as curved and edged as i am the color green is as pure as the soul inside of me and the color green is just as unique as me.
By Emerald Walker5 years ago in Poets
The Perfection of Purple
Do you see me? I probably look normal to you. Gazing into my piercing blue eyes; are you, like so many questioning if I’m making it all up?
By Elizabeth Cripe5 years ago in Poets
Playful
Something about me, Poetry - Inspires the hues Of creativity. Color expresses my feeling, My mood, and my ability.
By Kathryn Willis5 years ago in Poets
I See in Color
As a young child, Our Art teacher said, “Look up! What colors do you see?” “White. White. White” And I was confused. I saw all the colors of the room
By Holly J Hardy5 years ago in Poets
Observation is Love
Being watched is far too much to bear, Closely observed, with a deep dark stare. Don't look too faintly, you might miss the smallest of details,
By Carla SofiiLove Garcia 5 years ago in Poets
Sparkle and Shine
Grey Like the clouds that won’t part Is the feeling in my heart Blue Like the sky that I miss Is the song inside I missed
By Angelo Perrotta 5 years ago in Poets
The colors of Nature
As an observer to my own life I’ve found that in most things, I see things differently than most. My views, my opinions, my ideas, slightly askew from the norm.
By Katie 5 years ago in Poets
DARE TO INDIGO?
“HERE I AM” When I was “good”...I said I was “good”; my voice felt foreign, even to me. At first, I felt I couldn’t resPond; but then from somewhere inside I knew I had to exPress that I was all “good.”
By PATIENCE HARRISON 5 years ago in Poets
THE COLORS OF MY FAMILY
My family is diverse, Special in different ways, Some of us are straight, While some of us are gay. It matters not, Straight or gay,
By Margie Anderson 5 years ago in Poets
Beau is the bluest colour
You say it all started when you dyed your hair blue. When I think about it and I know it’s not true. I believe long before that you were still you. I’ve looked at the photos of you from before and they show a lot more.
By Mrs.Cohen5 years ago in Poets
An Earthen Crown
Spherical shores all indigo blu A venerable whirling at a star's birthing This devoted observer watched From her solitary cathedral pew
By Annine Massaro5 years ago in Poets