Creative Writing Poems | Examples
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There’s a guy with the funniest chair,
and an unfortunate lacking of hair.
He always plants his ass
in the back of the class,
and his name is Dave Crandall. So, there.
They say Dave was a major in math,
but his life took an alternate path.
He suffered boredom, severe,
in an IT career,
and, on retiring, felt need for a bath.
Being no longer youthful or limber,
he moved to Leisure World one September,
where, as an old fart,
he found writing and art.
At least, that’s what he can remember.
If he was lost on a deserted isle,
art and writing would not make him smile.
He’d need folk music for that
and a wide-brimmed straw hat
to shield his head in this lone domicile.
WORDS
We write
Must be ours
Written from our hearts
Portraying inner thoughts
While staying true to ourselves
“Revealing our creative muse”
Sometimes my writing feels choppy like the bay,
On a stormy day.
However, I keep writing and rewriting until it’s flows smooth as fine wine,
Until it becomes divine.
Something that was hidden,
Buried deep within and felt forbidden.
Things that others don’t want to mention,
I put them on paper and they are given dimension.
I stand alone quite often,
My words they feel I need to soften.
They simply don’t understand my line of thought …
Boy my writing is pale stale tonight
Despite this still it gives me delight
What is it about selecting a phrase
That keeps me preoccupied for days
Is it the hope to craft and create
Something new despite old ways
To fondle fuchsia ideas into new
Tasteful thoughts of teal and blue
In a writer's block you’ll find
A new idea in the darkest mind
A blank canvas like an empty page
Will soon bloom with creative space
You know what I mean
with a pen and some paper
they will then be seen
With keyboard and screen
we type them all quickly down
before they are lost
Ideas or thoughts
expressed in common language
understood can be
When ideas formed
are remembered in the mind
by words they're expressed
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What Is A Poet 8
Begin with a rough draft
Start with a title and a pen at hand
A creative idea
An imaginary short story that can be epic
Opportunities to travel in descriptive words
Shift upon unexpected turns
Tell a story hidden in the darkest corners
Read in between the lines unfiltered
You maybe surprised under your own conscious
Welcome to creative writing disorder
Never stop analyzing
Always brainstorming
The story comes alive on every page
Chapters are read quietly under the shade
With no t.v. and no electronics
A slower pace to use your own imagination
With meaningful poetry
An Author under construction emerging
The person who makes an app that translates
real-time thoughts into words on a screen
will change the creative process forever
… for good or ill
On the outside I sit outside in the dark silence
On the inside my bosom is clamorous with
Painterly disconnections of truth and grace
… I could go on
I could go on if I only had that app
For alas, the sodden night is dark and
I cannot strike my thoughts upon a page
… without parched light
This truth is as literal as it is metaphorical
For in the process of fetching parchment
My mind will corrupt these moments
… these raw moments
“When creativeness steals my mind~
from all else, I'm trapped and blind.”
__by Poet
Another poem I must write
so little time to get it right.
A brand new contest beckons me-
awakens my poetic sight.
Must set aside the chores I see
to meet the call of what's to be.
For when I'm captured, I must do
whatever helps to set me free.
From mind to heart, words will accrue
creative visions that are true;
address the theme with the rules sought
to write a poem, fresh and new.
And so begins this battle fought
for in this web, my being's caught
to end the challenge with deep sighs-
till captured once again in thought.
I found this site called Poetry Soup
Here you can get applause from a group
So I started writing poems, none make the best
My family tells me to "give it a rest."
I need some tough love, some commenter to say
"Your talent is poor, go outside in the day."
Instead, the site policy is to always give praise
Can anything save me - I hope it's just a phase.
Every time I say a sentence, I think of a rhyme
For instance, "dime, time, buy some outshine"
Can't stop rhyming, can't stop writing
I can't get a life that is more exciting.
So to all you young men, sitting on that stoop
Stay away from Poetry Soup
Find yourself another hobby, get some fresh air
Don't be like me, stuck in this creative lair.
Searching for a word, sinking in despair.
"The pen must go where the pen wants to go." By Poet
Who is the poet?
They are dreamers about words and life,
making both come to life for their readers.
A true poet's quill,
writes from their loving and creative heart.
Did you know, August 18,
Is National "Bad" Poetry Day?
One day of the year all writers,
have a chance to make a change with their words.
Can we remember a rhyme is to rhyme?
not kind of or sort of rhyme.
A Limerick is five lines of funny,
not sad or depressing words.
Many have told me,
less words can be more meaningful.
I am stopping here,
and having a fun day writing away with my quill.
A full Soup Bowl,
that is full of red hot writers,
with many creative words to read.
Some write funny,
some write romance,
some write true to life,
some write tales of old,
some write very short,
some write very long
but all write from their heart.
A full Soup Bowl,
with one less.
Many of our wonderful writers have left us,
to a better place to write.
Heaven is the place,
a place were we one day will join in.
Another one of our writers went from our Soup Bowl,
writer Panagiota Romios left us Tuesday, Oct. 08, 2025.
Now in heaven writing away,
as she joins the other Soupers.
Many have left,
they have paved the way.
One day there will be a great reunion,
we can all join in together.
May They All Rest In Peace.....
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
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.