Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
We’re all born with a aura of white. Pure, and peaceful. The perfect definition- Of a clean slate. We become vulnerable to our true colors.
By Kennedy Brown5 years ago in Poets
As I look at the rainbow above my parents home, I see a reflection of myself. I am the red that symbolizes love. The love that was necessary for my creation, spanning generations.
By Jes La Pointe5 years ago in Poets
Sometimes I’m surly Susan Miss cross patch, fiery and red Hollow on the inside Black. Eaten away at, almost dead. Sometimes it’s just a lucid dream
By Tessa Hope Turnbull5 years ago in Poets
I dip from the blackness, Inky blue, held under, Trapped in Silence. I clasp at cracks of golden light, A silver sliver of hope,
By Amber Yozelle Barber5 years ago in Poets
You took my hand as I took my first steps slowly you let go and I stepped on my my own you held my bike running along side me as I pedaled and once again you released me to pedal the bike on my own.
By Teena Collette5 years ago in Poets
I love the colour red I am not sure about red flowers though It seems too bold a colour on something so delicate and gentle
By Gal Mux5 years ago in Poets
Black the colour I came into this world with I am pride I am joy I am everything that the darkness fear I am pride
By Djassi5 years ago in Poets
Purple. Regal, rich. Elegant. Drawing in the eye with vibrancy. Valuable. Worthy. I first remember Purple as a shiny chunk of amethyst.
By Min Kreiner5 years ago in Poets
I am the thunder that crashes through the clouds I am the lightning that hits the ground I am the wind, silent, roaring, and wild
By Carol Ann Townend5 years ago in Poets
It's been five years. Yet you just as new as the dew on the bathroom mirror. (Why would you fight the road?) Everything will be alright.
By Jamie Crotinger5 years ago in Poets
Little black baby they call indigo child. Bubbling brown skin but her mind is wild. I understood my appearance in terms of rejection
By C.J. Gales5 years ago in Poets
To find the source of who I am I dove deep within I closed my eyes and I swam Into the eternal ocean, beneath the skin
By Madeline Mizusaki5 years ago in Poets
