Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
In the depths of the ocean, where no light may reach, Resides a shade of blue that is beyond our speech. Cobalt blue, a color so deep and so serene, A symphony of beauty, a vision to be seen.
By Raj’s Vocalabout 23 hours ago in Poets
In the depths of the Earth Lies a gem so rare A crimson treasure of rebirth Shining bright without compare Ruby red, a hue so bold Symbolizing love and passion untold A gemstone with a fiery soul Whispering stories from days of old
In the depths of twilight's embrace, Indigo hues fill the empty space. A color of mystery and grace, Captivating all who seek its trace.
By Raj’s Vocalabout 24 hours ago in Poets
In fields of lavender, where dreams unfold, A symphony of purple hues behold. The scent of peace and serenity, Dancing gracefully in perfect harmony.
In a flurry of crimson hues The world is painted bold and bright A cascade of red, a fiery light Dancing in the morning dew
When I look at you now, It causes grief in my heart. I have a hunch you're not fine. I can see that your life has altered.
By Gloria Penelopea day ago in Poets
Beneath the moon's glow, Nature's whispers fill the air, Surreal and moving, A dance of light and shadow, Deep peace in the starlit night.
By Printique Studiosa day ago in Poets
In the quiet of the night, under the star's gentle glow, A thought of you, not bound by time, begins to grow. Not a ticking clock, but a heart's steady beat,
Q: What is the point of life if I am only to die like a fly? A: The point is to live, as great or small it may seem. Even a fly can impact and alter the world for ages after it should die.
By Kenneth cruza day ago in Poets
Think it in all colors consistency and water transparency think about all the minds and their heaviness as something light and very pure less
By Darkosa day ago in Poets
Upon green grass, beneath the sky so blue, Where morning dew glistens, fresh and new. Soft blades sway in the gentle breeze,
By Israa day ago in Poets
We are the echoes of forgotten stars, Born from cosmic dust, embraced by the night. In the tapestry of time, where destinies entwine,