Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
Given time, to cry and heal, I have to know my life is real, So real now, not like before, With such pain, such hurt and more.
By Patrick Donovan - Author, Screenwriter, Journalist5 years ago in Poets
An Ode in praise of colour My roots are green, my face is white My vote is red, my team is blue My family have a rainbow hue
By Eileen Frances Quilter Williams5 years ago in Poets
When I close my eyes to wander in the unknown I find that I am alive in a subconscious realm When I try to grasp this reality, it's always long gone
By Cindy Jean-Baptiste5 years ago in Poets
Waves of colour wash across the sky A blue turns grey An orange blooms today And I think, who am I Centre stage I am all white anew
By Gina Solomon5 years ago in Poets
here, it's that moment in the meditation when the top of my head opens and becomes the top of your head and the person you slept with last night
By Kat Janicka5 years ago in Poets
I am a volcano erupting Not in anger but, like a laugh Held in for too long, finally Breaking free from the tone police
By Anika Pyle5 years ago in Poets
Let your True Colors Soar Born a babe with hair of flame My mother knew then I would never be tame. Together with eyes most definitely gray,
By Eryn Milliken5 years ago in Poets
A kaleidescope of colours erupted from me last night when waves of pain hit me in a mish mash, rising up through my solar plexus
By Tracy Kreuzburg 5 years ago in Poets
A little girl once stole an orange coat Poverty breaks every oath Little girl full of want Harassed by other children’s taunts
By Debra Debek5 years ago in Poets
Present by thy self. Present be thy soul. For kingdom come, thy self be done, the soul as it is in one-dom. Give all this day, what come what may, take stride in the coming, dance in the rain.
By Kevin Kwok5 years ago in Poets
I transform in purple I am swimming in it freely So long I hesitated Fear held me back deeply But when I gave in To the purple mist of knowing
By Franchessica Hannawacker 5 years ago in Poets
Gilded conscience Your altruism is a gift I am growing to understand Your words of honey that once sucked you in like quicksand
By Michelle Schwab5 years ago in Poets
