Creative Poems - Poems about Creative

From the words of my beloved partner~ he spoke I inked She’s a clutch player who excels under pressure She’s Johnny on the spot with tenacious resolve, One who is extremely creative, an innovative marvel For example, surprisingly adept to any endeavors in which she partakes and is quite vivacious, A zany sense of humor with a touch...

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A luscious taste on the tongue Melts in an instant Hazel nuts or almond, milk Or sweet caramel, Chocolatier's Creative Art ~...

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The sky and the ocean The light and the darkness The sun and the moon The pink and the blue My paintings, Poems, and Quotes Everything came true When I realised They were all YOU......

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"A writer must use ink from their heart for their readers." By Poet Even as a creative "Ghost" writer, we need "Heart" as we pull an all-nighter. What will our muse want to "Deliver," maybe happy or sad or be a forgiver. Words can sometimes be very "Tender," other times be bold and an offender. "Erase" is one of our many tools, no...

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"Some words show up fast, some want to sit and play with us. What can a writer do???" By Poet I like to write so my words in poetry can live, letting my imagination come to life with jive. My ink will not be bound but alive, for my ink not my blood must write to survive. Watch out for...

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What's with this nudging- this perpetual nudging from deep within, urging me to write a poem? A poem of feelings, of rhythm and imagery. And I am willing- Grasping for words, phrases, perhaps something in iambic pentameter. But I am so spaced out. I swivel my eyes- back to front, peering into the folds of my spaced-out mind. My impenetrable gaze sifts through gray matter, where arteries pulse with bright scarlet oxygenated blood, where...

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Sow seeds before green garden ye savour, Eat fruits of toil and sweat only thy own, Quote no quotes often chewed, void of flavour, No garden goes green, not by hard toil grown. Be it an insight, brainwave as never, One’s own muse is most inspiring maid known. For long man, who’s forbidden fruits desired, Goes...

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From my childhood to adulthood my Spirit always wrestled with navigating the Tumultuous torrent of others thoughts and opinions seeking to discover and Hear my own voice. I pen my journey, my spirit, my home. A masterpiece crafted in passion and strife, In each fading chapter, my life is a poem. Each day a stanza, each moment a line, Ink of my...

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Call me poetry I am a whispered dance of words that leap and twirl by chance Through meadows made of metaphor And forests never seen before I am the rhythm in your veins. Call me poetry The steady drumbeat of the rains The silence between lightning strikes The wheel that turns as darkness consumes light . Call me poetry Across the canvas of your mind I leave...

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I hold three magic rocks in my hand. Rolling them over and over and over. Leaving this reality behind, far behind. Scars, and broken promises from impotent beings who do not have love, and respect. A derange fantasy of God, and his power. To rid of this deceit, and addiction. False spoken words of truth, and grace. Abandon the three magic rocks...

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There's no set list of motivational things I can name because my inspirational impetus is never the same. Often, I'm encouraged to pick up my pen and write by celestial bodies glimmering upon me in the night. What moves me to choose canvas and brush to paint can be induced by flower, a child, there's no restraint when it comes to...

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Never flush not tight fitting a little bit out not quite sitting right with the world, I always was an odd bit of knitting, two plain stitches instead of purled ...

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As a man He wasn’t taught to Cry or show emotion So, he exchanged tears for ink in the pen to express what Was bottled up from within. A mask of steel, he wears with pride, As a man, he wasn't taught to cry or hide, Emotions locked deep, a secret kept inside, For showing weakness, he'd be denied. The weight of his heart, a...

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eye experience remember conceive think pause begin speak aloud voice & articulate await ...

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the first drops of rain carried music to my ears it got me inspired let my creative juices flow I wrote down my first poem ...

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