Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
What do I do you say? Well at a nursing home, I’m an LNA. A.K.A. Licensed Nursing Aide. Most think I wipe behinds all day.
By Katlynn Lajean5 years ago in Poets
What if the color of us reflected the true face of our soul? When we are born into this world we are a blank canvas, no colors, no happiness nor sorrow, no nothing.
By Adaline Archer5 years ago in Poets
“Your eyes are amazing,” the man said to me. I smiled to myself because, honestly, they're not just blue.
By Julie Murrow5 years ago in Poets
I uniquely spin and gravitate to blue Not just any blue, but a deep, resounding blue That speaks to my soul in unspoken ways
By Cindy Calder5 years ago in Poets
My color is not unique because of my skin and it’s natural glow of gold. My color is unique because I am a prism. A treasure never to be sold.
By Ariyonna5 years ago in Poets
What makes me so special? What makes me so special? What makes me so unique? Is it how I write poems? Is it the way that I speak?
By Ella Jackson5 years ago in Poets
The way I’m feeling... I explain my personality as yellow, and the reason is because I’m mellow, sometimes I’m blue but that’s only when I’m in a mood.
By Sianna Higgs 5 years ago in Poets
The colours of the pride flag dance in my mind. Going through each colour, you will find. Pink stands for sexuality; Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual, Transgender, Questioning/Queer, Asexual is our reality.
By Melissa Bezborotko 5 years ago in Poets
I’m a life coach. No, I’m an artist. No, I’m a go go dancer. No, I’m sexual. No, I’m virginal. No, I’m sarcastic. No, I’m spiritual.
By Jennifer Lancaster @jenergy175 years ago in Poets
My dark shadows They know me by name Encumbering my spirit Hardened with Shame Until I realized That I am in control of my own life
By Victoria Anito5 years ago in Poets
It flows through me, Like seaweed in the current. It bends and twists, But it never breaks. I feel its strength, And embrace its temptation.
By Lena Beana5 years ago in Poets
Colors, they can mean more to us then we realize. They can hold meanings and memories that warm our hearts, they can be painful and dark. Today I'll give you my poem for my love of color even with the pain brought.
By Erica Rose5 years ago in Poets
