Best Creatively Poems
~ for my fellow poets ~
as slaves to the pen
or our keyboard, more apt
this molding of words
in a word, holds us rapt
fine fancies or fears
take us places unknown
our muse and our craft
better focused alone
the voice of our id -
the bounce of our rhyme
thus, charming or edgy
depending the time
midst romantic puddles
and whimsical trees
we splash our ideas
casting love to the breeze
a danger or hope or
a scorched trist-or-two
occur mind-to-matter
with the lines we imbue
the light AND the dark,
they both hold allure
our child's heart within -
just a tad bit impure
for tho we adore all the
things blithe and bright
we also know beauty
blooms deep in the night
if somber or joyous
thru passage or pain
it’s creatively ordered
thru rhyme and refrain
it's not that we're allied
- that we always agree
it's how we can sculpt
all the wonders we see
so although we may be
as different as spices
we’re thrall to our verses
whatever that price is
for it's a rare language
that few can command
but we speak it together
with a pen in our hand
so you may be a person
whom I've never met
but the gift of your writing
I'll never ...
forget.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "What Do We Have In Common" Poetry Contest, Kim Rodrigues, Sponsor.
~ Poem of the Day ~ featured on Poetry Soup.com on May 11, 2018 - many thanks to those in charge for the honor.
Categories:
creatively, appreciation, friendship, life, poetry,
Form:
Rhyme
if you wanted to dance with me
i mean really wanted to dance with me
then i would
i would dance with you
if you needed me to walk on water
i would stand there until the lake froze
then i would
i would walk on water for you
if you suggested i climb
a mountain
warm at the bottom
freezing at the peak
i'd buy you a snow globe
turn it upside down and up
hold your hand warm
watch the freezing snowfall
climb your suggestion creatively
if you mentioned
you'd like me to paint your portrait
i'd buy every different colour of acrylic paint I could find
blend them on a canvas
paint your colourful internal portrait
every crayon in the box
that's who i see
if you said move me
i wouldn't hire a truck
or even touch one stick of furniture
i would write this poem for you
put a bow on it
fingers crossed
i would move you
your lips are always on my mind
if you want a man
willing to do...
...a man...
...hold you gentle but firm
i'm here
ring in hand
on one knee
November 28 2016
Categories:
creatively, celebration, for her, i
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
Hello, I’m you, and you just wrote this poem!
You’ve written hundreds more! One day you’ll find
A place that poet friends world-wide call home.
Creatively, you’ll exercise your mind.
Start now to hone your writing skills, and when
you go for that semester in Madrid,
you won’t learn Spanish well enough! Please, then,
return to Spain! I know you’ll wish you did.
You needn’t try to get through college fast.
Get work in Spain. Learn from experience.
Don’t marry quite so young. Life is a blast.
Try things you really love. Gain confidence!
There’s coming in the 80’s - VCR,
and later on will come the internet.
Invest in them. I think you could go far,
Money matters. You just don’t know that yet!
Life will be nice, but long before you age,
You’ve got to save, or it will be too late.
You need a pension plan - advice most sage!
But cash it out before two-thousand-eight!
For one brief week soon coming, there’s a guy,
and no one like him will you meet again!
He’ll go back home, but three years later try
to look you up, but you’ll be married then. . .
Could things with him have worked? How can you know?
But you and I so seldom take a chance!
With what I’ve told you, let’s see how things go. . .
Will you change fate and opt out for romance?
For the What Would You Say Poetry Contest of Alexis Y
Categories:
creatively, life,
Form:
Quatrain
Why plagiarise
If you have an open
And creative mind,
Why waste your time
On rehashing others
Words or rhymes,
When you, I am sure
Have a unique take on life,
Paraphrase that’s OK,
Quote and credit
From whence it came
But plagiarising
Just seems to me
A waste of your talent
And in a way it cheats,
Those who first wrote those lines
Crafted those words
From their own mind
And you then creep up
From behind and try to steal,
Their praise and limelight.
To plagiarise is as good as a lie
Theft of another’s vision on life,
It’s tantamount to being a leech
And cultivating others belief,
Is just creatively lazy
And it always phases me
Because it’s not necessary.
Categories:
creatively, judgement, literature, perspective, philosophy,
Form:
Free verse
My words are birds hatched from ideas
and nourished by my own opinions, beliefs and memories.
Nature too provides me with inspiration and wings to fly!
I build nests using poetic devices and various poetry forms – often rhymed.
nests of many thoughts
creatively constructed . . .
birdlings I set free
June 5, 2020 for Line Gauthier's Rhymes and Reasons Contest
Checked by WordCounter- prose less than 40 words
Categories:
creatively, poetry,
Form:
Haibun
Psychic mind, unlike a clairvoyant who often misreads,
Intelligent-- more intuitive kind-- than quantum theory,
Surprising to anyone who underestimates a dreamer
Creatively interpreting life, often an abstract painting,
Emotionally brush-stroked on meaningful soul-fabric,
Sensitively divulging sage-wisdom in tacit vocabulary.
March 31, 2021
Placed 1st: A Brian Strand July 3 Contest
Placed 3rd: Star sign premium poetry contest
Sponsor: Charlotte Puddifoot
Categories:
creatively, emotions, symbolism,
Form:
Acrostic
I’m a poet who was made not born
Molded by God through people, my inspiration
I became a poet so I can stand on my own
With God’s love and strength
Through my creative expression.
Poetry is my aesthetic way to express
By writing my stories of joy and loneliness
I became a poet to share my failure and success
For a day-to-day’s journey
God’s love is just around to give hope, bless.
Why did I become a poet?
Because of the people I’ve loved and met
To creatively reveal God's nature’s wonders, not a secret
In fear, doubt, stress or exhaustion
I lean on poetry’s comforting wall, my parapet.
Along with my job is my ministry
Done in my special way through poetry
I became a poet with Almighty Lord’s precious gift
To share His words like songs with praising arms like a tree.
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(The poem below wasn't included in the contest. I'm posting it today, Aug. 10, 2024 5.49pm for keepsake. I've scribbled this just after writing my contest entry above.)
How Nature Made Me A Poet
Seed of poetry has been sown in my heart,
By sowers who played the biggest part;
Poetry seed grew and nurtured from the start,
From reciting rhymes with actions at age five.
Seed of poetry has been watered by mom and school,
When memorizing poem was my forte, so cool!
As I bloomed, I started to admire and fall in love like a fool,
To words where I express creatively gliding like waterfall.
My words came in various poems filling my paper,
When joy and love spark as odds to nature’s wonder;
In pains and sadness, writing poems is my comforter,
‘Til I realized, I’m also poet to share and adore our Almighty Father.
Categories:
creatively, poetry, poets,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
When a person approached investigatively,
He chases his relations suspensively,
He finds clue and works dramatically,
Suspection always works progressively.
Confirmation of belief confirms sensitivity,
Growth brings a change to work relatively,
Hunger is seeking growth for productively,
A limit of growth confirms value qualitatively.
When population has highly density,
Unemployment works offensively,
Poverty grows to increase crime,
Disaster comes to balance creatively.
Everything is naturally fast and slow,
A person has patience for a balance flow,
Air can’t across a gravity line,
Sun has different heat rates a limit to grow.
Categories:
creatively, adventure, business, caregiving, happiness,
Form:
Verse
Of course, art is always somewhat
subjective, breaking established rules: the artist
intuitively adding imaginary inches to a canvas;
a work in progress, riding waves, finding depth
both on and off the easel, creatively flowing – a
vision on the loose –
(paused, but never finished...a true birth
having voice and life beyond the parent's release,
like a child going out into the world alone...
a must, for the painter to keep fluid a moistening eye:
that mysterious exorcism by his instruments...a true descriptor
ultimately not bound by the Catechism of Lines nor a Page's
World-edges;
no mural out of the soul, seeking spectacular release
is ever entirely confined to interior walls nor the sides of buildings~
that is why certain poems are read over and over, as if catching up
with an old friend~filled-in on what is new, an evolutionary rapport...
or one revisits The Museum of Modern Art – finding aged modern
in the old modern, the past meeting perhaps a cloudy moment and
today a day of awakening transparency – each vintage, an individualized
spirit-manifest,
a motivating shade of scentful-color~of brightness and overcast,
with searchable, unseen dimensions, the spaces science
has yet to fill,
the private domains of both
experimenting student and seasoned mystic...
the limits of what we
know, transformed by the revelation of what we dream,
the artist, and not the scientist, life's true conjurer of miracles,
only bound, when at all, by his own restricted conceptions of
time transforming space.
Categories:
creatively, art, creation, imagination, international,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Embellished by the artist's
softest marten hairbrush
unfolds creatively on the canvas
The view that takes your breath away
when the evening sun is
curved on the edge of the earth
- in the magic hour
Nature's beauty is on full display
It is something exceptional
at every sunset
Notice how the heavens
and the sea is changing
From yellow, orange and pink
- to purple and intense red
Gracefully and powerful
Full of wonder I breathed deeply in silence
observes and appreciates the work of art
Categories:
creatively, beauty, nature, sunset,
Form:
Free verse
The Sonnet is my favored form;
with meter, rhyme, and feet, I do conform.
But what if I diverted, mixed
two meters with a couplet rhyme, affixed
with syllables of eight and ten
and feet of four and five, and then again,
repeat throughout the fourteen lines...
play silly mischief with old form's confines?
It seems to me this form is neat;
I like the freedom using mixed-up feet
and syllables that make lines long
or short to break up patterns of singsong.
This newest form, I now proclaim,
that 'Mixed-Feet-Couplet Sonnet' be its name!
Sandra M. Haight
~3rd Place~
Contest: A Form Of Mischief
Sponsor: Nina Parmenter
Judged: 10/04/2018
Rules: Creatively modify a standard poetry form
New Sonnet:
Couplet Rhymes
Seven 8-syllable lines of four feet (Tetrameter)
Seven 10-syllable lines of five feet (Pentameter)
Categories:
creatively, poetry,
Form:
Sonnet
I have been given
A talent for verse
I may be no genius
But I’ve read much worse
My thoughts are arranged
In cadence they rhyme
These inner expressions
Of mind, space and time
Whenever they dance
Emotions are stirred
Conveyed from the heart
Like the song of a bird
A painter will hope
And a poet will pray
That what they create
Will be felt in some way
By those who would gaze at
And those who would read
Their brush strokes and verses
Creatively freed
Just scratchings on paper?
A few simple rhymes?
So carelessly spent
like nickels and dimes?
Not careless, you see
But purposely placed
In balanced perfection
And rhythmically spaced
The writing of poems
Can help to unwind
Some deep-seated tensions
And unlock the mind
So take my advice
Let activity cease
And your inner expressions
Will find their release
Then joyfully wait
And watch as each line
Of poetry leaps
From your heart to mine
Categories:
creatively, joy, poetry, writing,
Form:
Rhyme
Poetry tells parables and parallels
reaching deep within subjective context
creatively
insisting
on truth.
Draw first the air
billow down morning mountainside
ineffable,
affected,
by change...
Swirl fire,
passion charged with body’s experience
thrum
heartbeat
as One...
Water wave
washing through the ebb and flow of life
tidal
blood
ancestral reminders
Of Earth
all that is stone and stardust
crystalline
manifestation
of Spirit.
We Are
All That
Is
Categories:
creatively, imagination, inspirational, introspection, philosophy
Form:
Free verse
Dew slips down the gentle leaf,
Unburdened by the sunlight’s reflecting
Grace over the mountains, misty
With remembrance, beautiful like the burning
Wonder of a painting, only these colors
Can’t be created by any hand other than the One
Who created the stars, the dew, the sun…
The One who created grace for everyone
Secreted beneath a fog, misty moments
Surrounding the ridges, blue and gray like mysteries
Echoing softly, sensations remembering
Prayers and praises, preventing the melancholic
Sensitivities, flames of forever pouring over the mountains,
Healing the past with tender sighs, blessings
Erasing the doubts and bringing joy to the colors,
The soft flow of blues and purples, green that inspires
Such delicate kisses, touching the spirit with gentle,
Kindness embracing the entire memory,
Containing all the hope of a life built by His hand,
Creatively, amazingly, crazily the plan… His plan
Rain drenched words peel back layers of laughter,
Soothing the soul – stirring up the smiles,
In ways that can’t be described, intense like the passions
Felt by artists, extreme – unspeakable, powerful
Thirsts for the moments when wonders are like wildfires
Pouring over the forests, chasing away every thought
With wisdom, glowing on the edges of the heart –
Still, cool dreams and feelings, expressed by thoughts
Who believe in the music played by heaven’s sweetness,
Arousing souls to dance, free and graceful, like the wind
Who frees the spirit to believe in His everlasting peace,
The melody expressed by the purity of praise,
The promise of His grace silencing the dread, the dark
With a love that lingers, lighting the heart!
Categories:
creatively, appreciation, god,
Form:
Free verse
I like your love
It's pure, it's innocent
and I don't think I've seen this before
You replenish my reserves before it's necessary
you lift my wings up and
make me superior to my adversary
Creatively providing the exact amount of
what I need to go another day
I like your love
and for as long as you'll have me I'll stay
You make me comfortable in my space
What she share cannot be replaced
with any other type of love
be it artificial or tainted or lustfully blatant
Those illusions don't exist because
we found this love and we claimed it
I cherish those nights when I scratch your head
When you sit between my thighs and I twist your dreads
We become an us that is so pure
that the spring waters question the purity of it's source
I like your love - it's a divine force
Categories:
creatively, anniversary, black african american,
Form:
Verse