Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
Colors represent power, colors motivate who I am, if I like or wear a color it’s because it strength My favorite is blue which represent the ocean and the sky, it often symbolizes serenity, stability, inspiration, wisdom or health.
By Ron Hayward Jr5 years ago in Poets
Who am I? I am me! A person of color, Who dreams of being free. Free to create, Is all I want to be. No longer working for the man.
By Randy Morales 5 years ago in Poets
Watercolour woman, Faded in her hue, Alone without her colour, Her soul seeking renew. - Somewhere along the way, Her world became a blur,
By Jessie Waddell5 years ago in Poets
I have sides that makeup Creative in all ways Intelligence in the making Colors of black white and gold To challenge a voiceless fight
By Leah Hicks 5 years ago in Poets
Queen of hearts Red is the colour of passion The passion that I feel when I place the red silk on my excited naked skin, I reflect on the nostalgia, the feeling of sensuality that I long for
By Emma Lehane5 years ago in Poets
Why do you like pink Was not what I was asked explicitly I picked up the question to ask To ask myself Am I a boy
By Kei Tsuruharatani5 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
She is Daffoldils, Lemonade, Honey. She is meant to be Yellow. That is what they tell Her. Sapphire, Berries, the Jay by the Sill,
By Emily Bartlett5 years ago in Poets
If you want to know the truth of me My eyes will spill their secret. Notwithstanding my face and words protest With heart locked tight, my gaze will leak it.
By Christina Blanchette5 years ago in Poets
I am burning red with passion Brighter than my Leo's mane, Catching sunlight like combustion When you see it all aflame
By Nessy Writer5 years ago in Poets
In my essence, there is a world of inquiries. This makes me an abstract theme, I wonder in my reflections. Interrogations are posed in and out of me.
By Queren Victoria Johnson5 years ago in Poets
We are a blank canvas, lines scratched onto a piece of canvas. Each and Every new day, like magic, colors stroke and fill the lines,
By Genevieve Nina McKenna5 years ago in Poets
