Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
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
The lush, pink skin of my stump arm has turned Purple. Beauty, stripped from the surface, howling a warning siren of death.
By Max Runham5 years ago in Poets
Purple is a door A start A shelter A seat at the table Full of hearts that made this home And hands that guided me
By Remi Akers5 years ago in Poets
Little boy blue Little boy blue, I have a surprise for you Little boy blue, close your eyes, and count till 2 Little boy blue,open your eyes,all for you
By Jerry Dupree5 years ago in Poets
Born from the Deepest Black of the Universe, what choice do we have but to shine ... ? Invisible otherwise, we navigate through these colored lines with a Song and a Dance; a physical painting made for the eyes.
By CrySmile5 years ago in Poets
More and more These days I stretch my brush towards Colors That have no name Craving the pulse of burnt umber Into alizarin crimson,
By Ruth Halpern5 years ago in Poets
Born in a time of hopes and dreams I arrived at the perfect moment for me My trip to the Earth was in perfect alignment I had chosen my parents and picked my assignment
By Morgan Toutant5 years ago in Poets
In my grandmother’s kitchen my mother told me, "You will never get a boyfriend with your hair parted down the middle."
By Kaitlin Oster5 years ago in Poets
A mix of raw umber, some yellows, burnt sienna and blues Would be the beginning of my very own painting A self portrait, a representation of me using different hues
By Ali SP5 years ago in Poets
My brain–a galaxy studded with clusters of stars being held together by their gravity, there is a constant flow of thought–a geyser
