inspirational

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

Orange is ME
The color Orange is like rays of sunshine that are colliding with the universe, drawing ones eyes closer to earth A natural phenomenon that occurs as the sunrises and sets, if your eyes dare to catch a glimpse of this color it gives off the most illuminating affect
By Kimberly Walker5 years ago in Poets
Mary Lou
Terra is a great land very strict on hue, with only shades of pink and blue. A little boy was delivered, as his great cries were heard.
By good5 years ago in Poets
Colours of the real life
how do I see red when It’s all in my head? And why do I feel blue when I’m missing you? My moneys green but they will never see. What all of this hate does and it’s killing me.
By Liana Kraan5 years ago in Poets
Green
Green was my mother’s favorite color like the grass and the trees she was green like the nature we both enjoyed sitting by a fire
By Kelly Alice5 years ago in Poets
Black Orchid
Black Orchid (After Emerson) Black Orchid In May, when strangers met, abilities of ours altered; we masters of disguise
By Aidan Stone5 years ago in Poets
Blended Frequencies in a Colour Reality
I am the blend of colours that make up me; a frequency rainbow I have chosen to be A touch of purple, green, a tint of blue, some warmth of fushsia and orange too
By Shannon Findlay5 years ago in Poets
Lilac
The first thing I say When I meet a new person Is what’s your favorite color The response doesn’t matter as much as look they first get
By Annaliese Cone5 years ago in Poets
Color Me Happy
Color Me Happy Yellow would describe me If a color rang true to my soul Bright, happy, cheerful Very rarely dull Sunshine in the darkness
By Jenny Nichols5 years ago in Poets
The doomsayers of the colonies
Listen to my voice, pay attention to my tale, Lest freedom surely harden, the bread of life so stale, Does your toil seem unyielding, is the abundance of your crops stalled?
By Jordan Zuniga5 years ago in Poets
Colour is a metaphor
Colour is a metaphor, A large hexagon street sign, What colour do you see? Colour is a metaphor, A clear calm ocean, what colour do you see?
By Anthony Dam5 years ago in Poets
Rainbow
I am a rainbow of possibilities That was previously a sky Colored dark grey With clouds of doom And the boring sameness
By Kelly Alice5 years ago in Poets
Evergreen
When you are away, you flood my mind. I feel your touch of love, smell of pine. Taste of wine, tingling spine... warping time, a star-crossed mind.
By Kristian Proud5 years ago in Poets