Create Poems - Poems about Create

Fingers so sore from learning the chords, Getting the rhytme without knowing the words. It all sounds so good here in my head, Blood from my fingers turning the fret board red. But I've got to keep trying, just carry on, Or the thoughts that inspired me will be lost and all gone. I've got to decide on the ideal...

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Where everyone will create their own jewelry, paint a wonderful rose, feel what she feels, see what she sees, for her resource and interior....

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This restless, ever-cresting urge, that pounds, incessant, in my breast, much like the ocean's pulsing surge that never seems to pause for rest, will have its way. I must obey. So I go, in meek surrender, find a quiet place to hide, and placing pen to paper, render poems from the swelling tide. Though sweet...

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Oh,my dear busy honey bee, Your life...

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If we humans were to create the vast nature in a dream life, A sky like a sponge would absorb the pollution spreading around, Each day heavy with clouds that hide the divine brilliance, The vastness of the sky would pale before our weary minds. Perhaps we wouldn't invent birds, but silent drones for purposes That wouldn't know the morning...

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As writers, are we all but seducers of the minds of others We silently kiss in friendship As they read one of our poetic gifts? (À lone voice whispers) Do we as writers create emotional bridges That needs to be crossed Like visionaries like Robert Frost For the readers to follow our trail of black fonts into the darkness We sometimes...

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artists create art to express inner feelings loving aesthetics...

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Written By: D. Collins 1/25/25 Create something beautiful while you're on this earth. It will still be here when you're long, under the dirt. Create a masterpiece molded from your own hands. Inject the juice that extends your family Clan. You take that seed and give it nothing but good. Tell them the things you'd change, if you could. Then, they...

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It always did seem On the Wings of a Dream I’d Fly Away with you In My Heart - through Singing Skies and Dancing Waters, for Darling, The Music is You, and The Gift You Are you have been from the start. My Rhymes and Reasons, my divine Aspenglow, Somethin’ About You, I can’t let go. It seems I keep saying Goodbye...

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Could it transpire? To set a nation on fire.? Could Lowe drop The boom.? If it happens? It must be soon.' In the cauldron Of insanity in this un-normal and dystopian governed inhumanity.' Can the damo-clean blade be turned upon who Had it made in turn? Strike the iron thats been made hot.' Be bold And decisive and tear...

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Instead to wait Such mere chances Create yourself....

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Reality is your design, A projection from the mind. Your eyes the guideline, For thoughts to find, Their way into your outline. Awaiting their time to shine, As we Co-Create with the Divine....

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White flags with invincible dots of black. Dark clouds covering the sky's slack, Hunting down every tear shed only to end up faking the perfect smile. Lines; lining up to make longer lines in queues of different shapes of life. Lines; lining up in ascending order in comparison to different stages of life. Longer; it increases, As life pierces with spears, Then sobers up in...

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The space between stars is not empty, So the chance to be great is plenty, That's by finding emptiness a space And making yourself shine in that place. So far, your head isn't in the cloud, Strive hard to stand out in any crowd, Though, stars glow less bright for a stranger, But sunshine sweat can be the changer. You have to find...

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Once she was Pauroso now she's Rinforzando. Bisbigliando :brusco, scordato she must rehearse and study to be an image of perfection Senza Spianato and Graevole Tratto ______________________________ It causes me to wish you near to make promises to seek the responsibility of our togetherness Then until some half witted meddler to try to pry us apart One who wishes to Love like me and expel you from my heart trodden the browning grass that autumn...

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