Creative Writing Poems | Examples
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When trying to grasp thoughts through our mind’s haze,
It’s like trying to escape a thought maze.
As the bits and pieces accumulate,
How will they connect, how will they relate?
We try to relate them to things we know.
Each thought should be placed right where it should go.
So many topics to assimilate,
We constantly add and have to update.
Without clear focus they may lose their flow,
By first burning to bright then losing their glow.
Without definition, they will not last,
Some good ideas will drift to the past.
Give each thought it’s time, make sure it’s defined,
It will be its best when finely refined.
MOONLIGHT ON MY LAPTOP
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in twilight's hallowed hour
the world outside recedes.
glowing screen, a window wide.
virtual realm opens.
moonbeams dance upon
reflections of code and thought.
I soar, a bird on outstretched wings
through skies of endless blue.
laptop’s keys play a symphony~
my inner voice, a creative song.
the laptop's shining face
a mirror to my soul, a gateway
to hidden depths, a sacred place.
in dawn’s approaching hour,
screen’s embers fade
flickering flames of creativity
their embers will soon turn cold.
Public Library
Fade deep into another place
Public Library
New vocabulary
Stay focused on learning
Pen to paper, observing
With morning coffee steaming
Error to grammar
Comprehension toward knowledge
Sink into an existing book
Quiet place away from home
Learn as much as you can
Sharpen your mental skills
Be creative
Rendered in a story
Write your own journey
Document your life
You might be famous one day
Most of us have heard the quote,
“as a man thinketh so is he.”
Thoughts therefore are a part of creation.
We were created to have purpose in life.
Our thoughts effect what we become here on Earth.
As created, we are our authentic selves by the thoughts of the Creator.
To successfully meet the ultimate challenge in life,
we must align our thoughts with the thoughts of the Creator,
or just acknowledge the spirit within us and accept ourselves as created.
Ultimately, we are our worst enemy.
Many of us think we know better than our Creator,
what we are, what we want, and how we should live our lives.
I was given freewill by my Creator,
without his guidance, I don’t want it.
I give it back and acknowledge him in all things.
I’ll follow the voice of the Spirit within me,
align my will with the will of God my Creator,
and be who God intends for me to be.
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.
Ask me a question that in answering it,
I may fulfill a need of your mind.
Show me the emotions you feel in life,
that I may know the thirst and joy of your soul.
Does having a meaning for life complete life,
or is having a meaningless life even possible?
Let you soul’s destiny flow through you,
let it show others perfectly who you are.
Poetry Misunderstood
Instrumental music flows through me
Coffee is soothing
Writing poetry is therapeutic
I didn’t invent the pen
Mind racing, document waves perspective
A melody journey
Paper writer purity
For we are misunderstood
Deep thinkers
Limitless potential
Creative sculptures
Vision absurdities
Ink bleeding
Candles burning
Beautiful scenery
Pictures travel photography
Paint a master piece
Heaven hues with golden shades
Many colors ablaze
Outlandish vast array
The love of poetry
Write a short story
Document your own journey
Sink loftily into the night
Mysteries on every page
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 of omnipresence becomes
Thought from a place of all possibilities
Transforming through intention
And is manifested as physical life
Eternal energy is present in each state
Spirit, thought, intention and manifestation
When the eternal energy leaves the physical state
It returns to its natural state of Spirit and omnipresence
This is the cycle of eternal energy
Which is the essence of life, or spirit
And the source of all that is manifest
And recycled throughout eternity
She Speaks Through Me
December 30th 1830
May 15th 1886
139 years ago
You wrote extraordinaire poetry
Can’t fathom, so many
Creative thinking
Creative writing
Cultivating pen in hand
Thoughts racing to the ends of the earth
A small desk to write on
So long ago
I’m right here with you
Massachusetts to Texas
I can only imagine ever meeting you in person
You speak to me through brilliant poetry
How did you even find me?
I’m writing with a learning disability
Maybe one day
Upon velvet skys
Poetry found us beyond the azure horizons
Send me a post card
Through rhymes and rhythms from heaven
(Emily Dickinson)
Havoc Manuscript
Rook goes horizontally and vertically
Poems written with no boundaries
A bishop slides diagonally
With anxious hand writing
Absurd mind deeply rasing
Rigid thoughts through empty spaces
Solitude toward hemlock flowers
A havoc manuscript
Time line is over due
With poetic efforts
Written fluent wing letters
Slumber into the night
Short stories revealing
Engraved works never ending
Crave a creative journey
Pen in hand
Thoughts glide across the pages
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 air with all that lives
the beauty says, “I’ve seen things eyes have never seen
more beautiful than a rainbow in a waterfall
I tell you of things I’ve heard
melodies so pure as to melt the strings of a harp
while transcending the harpist and audience
to states of mind and emotion never before visited
open your minds and allow the essence of life
to dilute the sin nature of physical existence
imagine the soul as it reveals itself
beyond the limitations of the body
be your soul end the struggle
accept the oneness of being
you are a part of all that is
all that surrounds you, you also surround
blend in let your existence be noted
by your extraordinaire ability
to be congruent with all that is alive
with all that that is
you may become aware that the best of you
it actually the rest of you
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 with reason
in another season
to veer out of last dance trance
to fly again in the universal wind
That is right August 18,
Today Is National "Bad" Poetry Day.
To all the writers,
here is your chance.
Write something "Great,"
for the world to read.
How about,
National "Great" Poetry Day???
Remember a rhyme is to rhyme,
not kind of rhyme.
A Limerick is to be a five line funny,
not sad or depressing.
A true writer,
writes from their loving and creative heart.
AI writes,
but has no heart to write from.
Many have told me,
less words are more.
So I am stopping here,
so you can add to my list.
Have fun day writing away....
We poets, writers, misfits of the world
like artist or mystics or troubadours
use our gifts to give insight to others
we offer more pulling back the covers.
We did not fit in with most of our peers.
When young we were often taunted to tears.
We often were quiet in our own zone.
And most of the time you’d find us alone.
We’re awkwardly honest most of the time.
Our minds think rhythmically also in rhyme.
Counting syllables can be frustrating.
Keep the lines in each verse relating.
Through each medium the end is the same.
Sharing our thoughts is the name of the game.
I think, AI can fool the surface eye,
the sun of everyday common day --
the night of charming only twinkle glitter
night --
But, what it can’t fool~ is, complex
soul spectrum; what it can’t step away
from is, its own deceitful presence –
the blight of laziness -- felonious poetic
fixes.
Technology has its place and purpose --
let it not be, to dope one's own creative sense
of Fair-play.
God, perhaps, considering an AI earth --
populated with robotic integers, squiggles
of AI digital worth. Both heaven and hell
could be a lot smaller – an entire civilization
on one memory stick. Don’t be a shallowly
composing programmed dick.
Keen Eye For Detail
Critical observation.
Pay close attention.
Sharp minded.
Value precision.
Hand to paper.
Fluent speaker.
Mind always racing.
Comprehending.
Eagle eye.
Recognizing ability.
Keen eye for detail.
Powerful skills.
Being mindful.
Repetitive.
Scrutiny.
Clean lines.
An artist has a keen eye for drawing.
Creative thinking.