Best Creativity Poems

My art delights me, covers my walls.
Smiling, dancing, laughing magical beings.
Reminding me how much I love to choose colors.
Appreciated by no one as much as myself.

Proud neon colors saturate my house,
My artwork is in nearly every room,
Each room a challenge. Which one is the best?
Which one would I choose for painting of the week?

I am...

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Anitha
Wife of Jayasankar, mother of Ashwin
I love creativity, to feel the soul of nature, my muse, and music
I admire every little thing in nature

I keep myself happy by doing things I love to do
To friends, I am loyal
I try to give them my love and support

When I happen to breathe in the polluted air of...

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A Burst Of Orange
By Lauren Hardman 

For me,
Orange
Bright and new 
Symbolizes warmth 
Acceptance 
And strength.

Orange blends well 
With fuchsia pink.
The two colors 
Match up nicely
To construct 
Alluring sunsets
Along with sunrises.

Orange has 
An intermediate tone 
That isn’t black or white. 
It allows for great contrasts 
With numerous colors. 
That’s a facet of orange
That I appreciate. 
It’s...

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Poetic lines
plucked out of the universe of creativity
a structure perhaps in place.

The poet's mind
a receptor
like a television receiving radio waves.

A message and a form emerges and a pattern appears
then to be arranged and carefully designed
like a quilter creating a quilt.

Further guided to play with words and structure
so as to fine tune
like a musician fine tuning...

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In my chambers where phantasmagoria undulate
    not as vigilant watchers but as mnemonic parasites
    I ruminate—
        no longer a singular entity but a disjointed duality
            my quintessence a quivering quasar
 ...

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"Poetry is important to the writer but I feel it is all about the reader." 
By Poet

Today as I open up my computer what will I see,
a contest looking back at me?
As I read the rules I must decide is this one for me,
or will it haunt me if I turn it away?
No mask needed...

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Orange is my utmost best color, my best friend, my girl.
She laughs from the rooftop, and she makes me mouth curl.
She glitters and she shines, her happy feelings for me.
Today I may take out my paints and paint an orange tree.

Most of my women cartoon paintings are ginger heads.
They come into my mind before I...

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Cosmic colors dance and prance
Swirling in and out of black holes
Doe-see-do’ing through the void.

God paints in pigment of a billion shades;
Each color in his Crayola box begets a 
vibrant note of ecstasy in my soul.

I resonate with the universe; 
pour myself through timeless seas of 
onyx and obsidian hoops.
I am liquid joy as my soul...

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Imagination is the reality. What would creativity be without imagination? 
What would the reality be without creativity? 
 One relays on another.
What you imagine is what should be created. 
Everything on this earth was once a 
Piece of someone’s mind.
As nothing can form by itself it can be an idea of....
 A Little child or...

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How Does the Soul Enter Heaven?  

no gates, walls, fences
by holy light’s measures transformed
home again

creativity itself
gives, receives all
borne home again

emphryeal serenade
draws longing souls
home again where God reigns



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I held the calligraphy brush and 
Practiced the movement for hours and hours
Somewhere betwixt art and dance
It was meant to look as effortless as a breath
Simplicity at its core
At first glance you recognize
A tall wispy tree on a little island 
Surrounded by a flowing current
That’s when I tell you that my avatar
Is the calligraphy symbol...

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Color flows from the void and 
hands swing, sway across a canvas; 
to the music of the life;
erecting a universe.

The pulse of existence
beats out its rhythm and soul awakes
into being.
...

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*** Awaiting Inspiration ***
(written for my brother and sister poets)

Reaching for dreams in the black of my closed eyes, but sleepless,
I go on in music, out past radiant lights — 
Bright and brighter — spreading beams that hold back off every
Fright plotted by the cornered, infernal shadows threatening
To overwhelm as they amass over meadows bordering
The...

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I wander in the wonderland of words
where sounds can rhapsodize an inner flight
and seek to sing like skylark midst the birds.

To feel a lyric line is ringing right
that rose unknowingly from secret source
can send my senses soaring with delight.

What guides the reasoned rhyme’s creative course?
the urging of an enigmatic muse?
or might it be a fundamental...

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Creative Conformity, an oxymoron.
No other explanation for I cannot fathom this term in any other way
What has already been, cannot be construed as creative.
And conformity has been done
And done
And done
And done
And done.
Overdone, to the point of ridiculousness.
Nothing creative about it.
If you ask me.
But what do I know?
I am only a poet,
An artist,
A painter,
A designer,
And a...

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