Creative Writing Poems - Poems about Creative Writing

Thoughts Running Free 4

Thoughts unraveling like loose strings on a ball,
then rewound to make useable opinion.

Past and future lose all their intrigue,
in the clearness and fulfillment of a present moment.

The intensity and immediacy of a brilliant thought,
becomes calm in the presence of an epiphany.

One’s time is truly blessed,
when passion and purpose are in each moment.

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Thoughts Running Free 3

The essence of our existence is eternal
So dead or alive, we always survive
We continually come into a form
Or out of a form either physical or spiritual

We live continually existing for eternity
Either in a physical form or spiritual form
Our eternal form is spiritual
Our host in the physical world can die or be destroyed

Spirit from a state

Thoughts Running Free 2

a thought of beauty scared away by negative thought
is easily bought as if given free
only to put on hold the bold
a thought so beautiful an angels breathe 
could carry it across time
in a gentle rain shower

all living things could then feel its beauty
and be one with this beauty
which might strive to be alive
to share the

Thoughts Running Free 1

looking through mind’s eye
as if in a trance 
perhaps due to circumstance
or perchance the last dance

then again on the fly
without condescending
blending all elements in sight
I start to cry

wolf wolf the fear has arrived
disguised but still here
feel the fear

blowing in the winds of fate unknowing
death seeks to end the lie
just die bye bye die

then come again

My Life is a Poem

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

Call me Poetry

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

As a Man

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

Journey of a Poet I am Poetry 3

A poet dreams, a tale to tell,
With ink-stained fingers, heart aglow,
He wanders paths where wild thoughts flow.

In valleys deep where echoes dwell,
A poet’s soul weaves tales to tell.  

Through bustling streets and the still of night,
He captures whispers, the world in sight,

He sails on dreams, Finding beauty in moments, 
but never at a cost.

Contradicting darkness

I sit here in this darkness, this place that feels so raw. Where the world is falling down around me and I feel I just cant take this anymore. 

yet here is a contradiction, that this place i sit with a life of pain inside me… it also brings me a feeling of openness and

Creative Writing Recited

an adventure
     an exploration
                  erudition
                  in a turn of phrase
       

Creative Writing

I often think of the sea,
not so much of vastness
but of depth, and what I
can't see, all the life just
beneath the surface – sort
of like, a newborn, 70 years
from now; sunlight blotting
out the sky, until rescued by
night...each of us a legacy
of many – 

we find one another again, in 
the shallow eddies – where waters
meet

My Creative Writing Teacher My Dedication To Bernice Godowski-

Oh! prophetic teacher 
World War II nun
Where are you now 
Miss Godowski
Godspeed creative writing English teacher 
Thank you for your courage teachings writings
Oh! poetic teacher 
Godspeed God bless you 
Where are you now 
My sophomore creative writing teacher 
Don't know where you are 
If you're alive or dead
Prayers in heaven 
Are you now with God

Creative Writing Gain

Pursuit for writing gain
enhances my poetic creativity
not in vain!

Midst bliss, I bask
expressing faith,hope, mind, soul, heart
good task!

Truth's zest
from God, learning
blest!

Pursuit for writing gain
expresses faith, hope, mind, soul, heart
blest!

October 13, 2020
1st place, "Let's Minichu on writing or not writing a Minichu"
Sponsored by Mohan Chutani; judged on 10/31/2020

Autumn

haloed trees mellow 

 neath a faded autumn sun

 leaves fall nearby home

The Wonderful World of Creative Writing

Most people think of creative writing, as belonging almost exclusively to the genre of the world, of fictional writing. When in fact any writing involving both skill and imagination.  Might loosely fit into its classification.  Take magazine and especially newspaper publications.  The print media follows the four W's and one H. "Who,

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