A square. Right there.
It moves closer.
Wonderment:
Why square? Why there?
Why me?
Changing shape now.
Every second counts.
No one else will see.
Why me?
The square is lost —
not there,
but once it was:
a square,
drifting toward me.
Now only lines,
perhaps.
A square-cloud
visible only to me
dissolves into nothing.
Why me?
I am riding on determination and courage,
Going to cross the mysterious woodland.
Across the river, I met with luck and opportunity.
"Don’t go there alone," they warned me,
"For many before you went,
But lost their lives in the dim light of the dreary forest.
The ways are ambiguous,
The paths are winding,
And haunting sounds echo through the air.
Ride with us—leave behind determination and courage.
We’ll give you a smooth journey,
Free of afflictions and troubles.
The woods know us well,
And we’ll turn the woodland into a wonderland."
I paused for a while and closed my eyes.
My mouth was silent, but my heart began to speak:
"Graceful and successful people always choose the difficult path.
They do not rely on luck and opportunity—
And that makes all the difference.
Triumph demands courage and determination,
Not luck and opportunity."
I opened my eyes with renewed resolution
And a clearer vision.
I continued my journey with courage and determination,
Leaving luck and opportunity behind.
I was always obsessively
full of painful anxiety
and blood of wishing,
I can scream,
but blood never washes off.
A something
in the wave of distressing
a tidal wave of hope-lessly
and its full of their hate
and my own backyard
of retaliation,
of why I sleep
for hours of eighteen
Why can't I
just live in my dreams?
Will I be able to
if I spill the blood
of the guilt
of my painful momentum?
I never felt joy,
until my lights were out,
and my fantasies
were true events
as I remembered
and now the holy
of such remembered faces,
Jesus and I never
had a good
relationship.
I feel my soul,
is escaping to joys
of their misery
and they won't
pretend,
I meant anything
in this damn world
Its getting worse.
Your heart has a yearning
And a burning desire
To share what you’re learning
Like voices of a choir
Small pieces of paper
With the things you have thought
A con or a caper
How the villain was caught
No time is a wrong time
If you wake up at night
With a thought of a rhyme
Then you know you must write
Watching movies with you
Your friends do not enjoy
For you catch every clue
And discern every ploy
And time seems to fly by
When you sit down to write
With that glint in your eye
There is no end in sight
You longed for the teacher
To ask each for a story
You wrote down your feature
Of our flag called, “Old Glory”
Friends with the dictionary
Filled with word after word
To some it seemed scary
When the big words they heard
But not to the writer
You knew you’d become
A reader delighter
You knew you’d please some
So write on forever
As your stories you tell
A writer so clever
Right inside you doth dwell
Human life is the most precious gift given to us by the Creator
we are supposed to be higher than the wild beast in the field
today's humans have lost their way and have become lower, than the wild beast in the field
we have forgotten that we are" the children of the most high" Created in love
We are our brothers' keepers, condemn the wrong and extol the right, when we see it in each other
telling the truth helps to keep us on the right path on this life's journey
Our deathbed waits for no one
It has legs with wheels following close
Fore the fastest mako breaching/brought
Can slam into your reality, splatterpunk
Does the higher-ups work w/bridge$
Against the chernukha backdrops
Titan Arumatic therapeutic extras
Granite broke down into atoms you couldn't comprehend
Without a micro/scope, dreamstate dialog
Promisee talking about power, Faustian tête-à-tête
Hungry colorful golf ball(sp)oons, aim for pupils
Falcon will drop the rabbit, serpentine dance
Snake may hold insidious ideas, draw a line
That word it rights is the mise-en-abyme
In cursive with dark reverie
I'll die for literary nuance
My pages are empty-handed
Lines intersect in geometrical artistic expression
I missed the target; So I took another arrow, pulled back the bow with all my strength, and aimed it at the centre. Thoughts of vengance blew it off course; I missed the target; So I took another arrow, pulled back the bow with all my strength, and aimed it at the centre.
It would have found its home, if not for passion. I missed the target; Feeling unworthy but determined, I took another arrow, pulled back the bow with all my strength, and aimed it at the centre. This time I hit the target; By meausure of the arrows which lie on the ground, and the ones which hit the target, i saw my true level of progress. I saw I was still a novice.
Science in discovery
Creating Frankenstein’s mate
Companion support
Considered Monsters at large
Electricity reaction
Experiment during a lightning storm
Romance rushed the air
Frankenstein and his sweet mate standing together
A sudden embrace
Husband and Wife
Neither will be alone
No fanfare Wedding
Just plain and simple
Comparison with care
Perfection in creation
Face to Face attraction
Masterpiece sensation
Love found its component
No one would have ever imagined
Love found its spot
Frankenstein acquainted with his sweet
Their love can’t be beat
The sundown forming a shape of a heart
Love on and continued bliss
The Lord is the portion of my inheritance
and of my cup thou maintainest my lot.
The lines are fallen unto me in pleasant places
yea I have a goodly heritage I will
bless the Lord who has given me counsel
my reins also instruct me in the night seasons
I have set the Lord always before me
because he is at my right hand I shall not be moved
Therfore my heart is glad and my glory rejoiceth
my flesh shall rest in hope!
brainstorming ~ muse in wreckless abandon
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Both God manifest and unmanifest,
the world here now and before creation
former in movement, the latter at rest,
represent but effect and causation.
Bilocation, the power God does wield,
is thus both immanent and transcendent,
where in pulse dual, space and time’s the shield,
essence of Self always bliss resplendent.
All that that then is is but God alone,
one appearing as many diverse forms,
recognised when we come into our own
heart still and at peace through all earth life storms.
We awake to the truth when ego dies ~
Every breath intake then ushers sunrise
New plane called PLANET GHETTO
Scientist didn’t expect and know nothing about
Telescopes had no effect in sighting
Mars said, “Don’t look here”
The Milky Way responded, “Don’t even come our way”
The Moon stated, “Don’t even think about it”
What do these planets know about Planet Ghetto that we don’t
I certainly won’t perpetuate
A planet that became a create
Planet Ghetto appeared out of nowhere in space
Not much to say
Don’t bring any Earth waste
Being new to the Solar System
In fact, all the planets are protesting that they don’t share the solar system with anyone
NASA says beware with care, and they must study more for sure
Planets have made history with stories
There are still some mysteries
Planet Ghetto certainly is a surprise
No one had any idea nor realize
Unknown element in the principle
Planet Ghetto distance far
You won’t even find any car
Don’t expect to look like Earth
Planet Ghetto being a new birth
No comparison to Earth.
More than a soft toy,
Is a childhood friend of mine,
He's been here for ten years,
Maybe even eleven,
Why do I feel such connection,
Towards you?
You've been in most of my memories,
Grown beside me,
Is that the reason why?
When i sang a song for the first time,
Or when you consoled me in the darkest nights,
Is it because, i shared my everything with you,
Even my childhood and heart?
Oh my dear lovely jaguar,
I still remember when I hugged you while sleeping,
On the day I got you when I was five,
I just want you to know,
I still do this now.
You're my snuggling partner,
My first friend,
And my whole childhood,
My dear friend.
You know how it is
It's all on you
So what's going on
What are we going through
Never trust a beggers for
Your salvation
It's foolish and unwise
In all that it's saying
So love the world
As long as you
Ain't in it
Crumbled ego's
Bruised or hurt feelings
They can't understand
What you're going through
It's a place of rediscovery
Something ancient and
Full of un a new
A waiting world needs new
Inventions
With directions
You know the inventers
Intentions
Sorted facts from foolish
Fictions
Give them a futuristic taught
With futuristic intentions
Savor through
Who's using who
That's what a people want
They're looking to you
It's real complicated
It ain't challenged or debated
What corner are you in
What are you saying
I like the part when it's
all relating
Seeking fused
Merger or marriage
It's all caught to let
The People have it
Specific Types of Creation Poems
Definition | What is Creation in Poetry?
Poems Related to Creation
formation, production, establishment, foundation, conception, constitution, imagination, generation, origination, genesis, nascency, procreation, inception, making, institution, formulation, nativity, laying down, setting up, siring, life, nature, universe, macrocosm, totality