Creativity Poems - Poems about Creativity

... “The shadow is the greatest teacher for how to come to the light.” — Ram Dass A spring that never runs dry of life's water Style is void of people......Read More

... Your smile is like the beautiful Shining through the skies, Glistening with tenderness – a smile Pouring out kindness and hope, Reminding my spirit that I can know The wonder of a wish......Read More

...RIVER deep MOUNTAINS high A babbling burn in feathered ferns into rivers unseen a stream of freshwater clean silts against sloping banks & current slows into eddys of rivers ......Read More

...creativity and spontaneity pulse of innate aliveness unfettered by patterns that shapes identity in form containerised since baton of awareness is free from bondage to mind ego plays spoi......Read More

... When I was young…working with crayons…no matter the design… my teacher was adamant…when it came to coloring…one must stay within the lines. And I tried to color her way…the way she comprehended......Read More

...will, knowledge and action as the threefold powers are yet incomplete if our consciousness be bereft of bliss and creativity that effulgence renewal blissful, self-referral as expressi......Read More

...Kindness comes in silent notions, Lifting hearts more vast than oceans Kindness whispers joy and light Erasing the blackness of the dark night Kindness lingers in faith and peace Promising heart......Read More

...you are my wind, my sun, my oak, my willow you are my lungs, my heart, my mind, my pores you are as much a part of me as…. my breathing, my emotions, my arms and legs. you are my comfort, my co......Read More

...Often I look at the contest and cringe Maybe in a style that I have not binged. Sometimes the topic is a banger and my mind is caught on the hanger. Sometimes I do not know which way is lit If I......Read More

...The bags under her eyes are very heavy, You call them her luggage Why does she handle so much luggage ? Because she keeps moving foward never forgetting her past Her cry cries out, Sweet mothe......Read More

...The bags under her eyes are very heavy, You call them her luggage Why does she handle so much luggage ? Because she keeps moving foward never forgetting her past Her cry cries out, Sweet mothe......Read More

...The bags under her eyes are very heavy, You call them her luggage Why does she handle so much luggage ? Because she keeps moving foward never forgetting her past Her cry cries out, Sweet mothe......Read More

... What’s an appropriate pen-name for a poet on the climb for fame? First of all, it should have a ring to it, a certain literary allure about it. Make it clever, give it an appeal even thoug......Read More

... Gentle is the sound of joy, Lifted across the starlit night, Breathing beauty over the heart And soothing away the dark With a music made from hope Tender is the unblemished whis......Read More

...The world seems to be discordant lately The dawn carries with it something to be cherished , The mind buoyant with thoughts decorated ornately Hidden somewhere in the terrains of my heart, alread......Read More