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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Enlightenment: 5 of 203

Clarity Other people's opinions Do not define me! Only undermine My ability To choose The road less traveled. It is they That would prefer That I walked In their paths paved in gravel; By conformists Whose avenues split Everywhere their Political views shift; But you'll never find me Lost on a route like this And indelible m... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Walking with God: 24 of 221
As I walk down the beach of my existence with God I wondered why my path looked odd. For thousands of years my footprints looked proud As scenes of Egypt danced through the clouds I saw an African heritage that sang out loud. "Hey God, What happened over there where it appeared As if I stumbled?" OH THAT WAS THE TIME WHEN YO... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Feeling lost: 94 of 720
"Skimming Between The Lines" Drifting, Wind whistling Through a window; Trying to avoid the glare From the passenger seat. What grief Did overcome me When I missed the turn For the off ramp. Mystified by the scenery Of flowing meadows; Distracted, Unable to keep my eyes Between the lines Why didn't I reach over And tell you ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: On love: 234 of 1267
LOOKING FOR FURNITURE Love, Is like a red couch. You see This one time I went out... Looking for furniture. I had just bought my first house. Walked into the front door Of the furniture store, And there she was In the middle of the show room floor. She had the most beautiful Dark, red tan I ever saw. I stood in awe For a mom... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Insignificance: 5 of 19
ICE CUBE Melting, I began to fall apart; Slowly dripping A short life Down a long drain. I'm such a small piece In a big sink, That I barely Left A stain. More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Eyes: 60 of 151
THE THIRD EYE In this world of atheists, God offered me A prophecy. He asked, "What do you need in order to create? And I responded back, "A saddened state... Because Lord I need this pain to see." So he withdrew his sword And aimed at me And said, "Well then, Now, I'm going to make you great!" More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Desire: 148 of 361
Fire! She consumes me, In her inferno Like a fire through wood; Reaches deep, down, Into my insides And wounds me, Makes me burn so... ...She makes me crumble Beneath her In her ember's tearz, Then she dances on my ashes And disappearz! More..
Arts & Humanities > Thoughts on Writing The debate on whether writers are made or born: 6 of 14
Writers are born today and not made. If a tree falls down in the middle of the forest and no one is around to hear it, does it make a sound? Of course it does, but does anyone care? Heck no! Anyone in this world who can pick up a pen or type two words on a word processing machine is a writer. Anyone who can draw a picture is... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Darkness: 121 of 227
THE DARK HORSE One night, I was riding along a dark road, When I came across a dark grove, And watched where there dark rose. There were no thorns on this dark rose That galloped near the tree line of an opaque sky, Down by the vacant field Where a lake dried. Time had died in this place Where the ground shakes And the wind ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Drug addiction: 178 of 302
THE GREEN DRAGON The green dragon Floated against my mother's living room walls Like an epiphany. It was like learning To appreciate beauty for the first time. I was twelve then. And from that point on Every piece of art I saw Was like magic to me. Like a woman's posture, Or a son's smile. It surrounded me in a worldly manne... More..