Best Creative Process Poems

Every single thing we enjoy -
whether it touches sight, hearing, 
sense of smell, or the working 
of hands and feet - was given 
             by the God who created us.

Before man thought to...

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Creative Process

Can I really write something astounding, grand, and glorious?
Reality should be a part of all I consider when approaching a theme. 
Events often drive and form the poetic fabric of what we write about. 
Avenues of passion and emotion pervade our conscious thoughts.
Taking our...

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Creative Process

Artists  CREATE  a sense of distance
By     fading colors        to purples,
Or                     ...

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Writing just for the sake of writing alone
Will never appear as sincere
Should be spontaneous free flowing verse
Simple rules with which to adhere

You'll soon experience the creative passion
Flowing unimpeded through your veins
Soaring to the heavens on a gentle zephyr
Feelings of exaltation will reign

No other words describe...

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Some days the poems literally flow
Can't hit the keys fast enough
Other days the struggle is so immense
We find it extremely tough

The creative process is a fickle thing
It can fill you with so much joy
But at times it can drive you literally insane
Your faith it tends...

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To envision is key
To create is progressive
To admire is satisfaction

To envision is moving
To create is flying
To admire is landing

To envision is expansion
To create is application
To admire is remembrance

To envision is involvement
To create is freedom
To admire is realization

To envision is creation
To create is admiration
To admire is...

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an adventure
     an exploration
                  erudition
                  in a...

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Some days the poems literally flow
Can't hit the keys fast enough
Other days the struggle is so immense
We find it extremely tough

The creative process is a fickle thing
It can fill you with so much joy
But at times it can drive you insane
Your faith it tends to...

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 Writing is therapy,
medicine for my 
inner child;
my soul.

Past abuses, terrors,
inner monsters,
conquered with a simple pen.

I face demons,
cowards who run away
when enlightenment’s sword swings.
  
From journals and dreams come
imagination’s fuel;
brand new thoughts,
ideas, concepts and expectations,
inundating my psyche.

Archangel Gabriel’s generosity is
nectar for my soul;
honey for...

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I have nothing to lose, by submitting.
My poems aren't perfect, I'm admitting.
A crime of bad rhymes, I'm committing.
A disease of word misuse, I'm transmitting.
I try to be hard-hitting, but my diction is unfitting.
There are times I feel like quitting,
Then a gem is born, after some...

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You asked me for a poem today.
I raised the roof of my skull 
like the hood of a jalopy,
I replaced the sparkplugs and 
Revved my six cylinders, smoking 
Choking an unbreathable cloud, 
My tarnished shroud.

You asked me for a poem today,
And here I am full...

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As Creativity and Beauty Flee

With every sense alerted  — keen,
 We’ll  take turns to champion
The Watch…

To discover where Creativity and Beauty 
Flee — when necessary — 
For shelter from poor intentions or injury,
To be shielded and camouflaged — hidden.

We’ll discern clues to follow...

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My words are mirrors
of my thoughts and feelings,
my pen a hopeful maiden,
twisting and turning on the page,
feathery phrases my props,
to lure your chivalrous hands
to take me for a dance,
hoping to send electric waves,
leaving you in a trance,
to offer a home for my poems....

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This new year
I tuck you away
Like a sweater I no longer wear
 
You whose squiggly ink
occupy hardcover journals
I cherishingly placed 
on a wooden bookshelf
 
You I've outgrown
You a place I no longer go to
You who are fading with time
 
Leaving only faint lines in my...

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(Pema, 2018)

OCD

Working on compiling and editing my latest project
even my dreams become an obsessive loop
of cutting and pasting words and images
mostly just the same few over and over
placeholder symbols for other symbols
that must have some meaning,
or at least the potential for it.

And I see how...

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