#create poems on Hello Poetry

XyL0S Apr 2018

This is my real talk, just hope you like it.
It's a bit lengthy, but give it a shot please.
✅

I live for the future I'll be making, who made that future which is my present?

Am I responsible?

Am I held guilty of the life I think is miserable to me?

I control my actions, though some things make me have no say in them, like they are merely ought to be, but are they?

I don't believe anything is written. We just rewrite everything assuming it's imagination; the power of The Mind, isn't it ephemeral? Everything? Time?

What is the destination we are colliding into? Should we move along every particle flying towards nothing? There is no real escape.
As I rabble the riverside and dunk my feet into its soothing, should I let go?
Move along?
Or might I stand still, held by my own weight down, like those pebbles in rest, nestling beneath me,
what is flowing has to return to rub against them, why should I meander aimlessly, come back to what I am?
Travel so far for what I am now. Searching for what I need everywhere else,when it is me I need to be.
Should I not proceed?

What is beyond me?
Or is there just me?
Because when I'm gone, there really is nothing for me.
I am and I was, but can I say for sure that there will be a me?

Something radioactive degrades, transits into another form. Is the time that's degrading, being formed somewhere else?
Is there another life exploding? To be heard?
Or to just be left as it is, untouched by our Midas one?

Is that other time nearby, few steps from our physical self; light years away,
Or is it yet a million years to go?
Because I don't have a million years to live,
To stay, to define my destiny.
The pain of the past won't leave so I'd have to,
To leave behind me,
My legacy.

It's long, but give it a try.

#life #real #bother #love #confused #create #probable #positive #thoughts #quote

Colm Apr 2018

To Create Is To Be Free

When a mans intent becomes one with his craft
He is not the same man so much anymore
Because the actions of a man midst passion is more
Than whatever his mindset had since set before
And his intent all along though it long since has passed
Is still willed into present
When he's one with his craft.

This can be applied to all humans. (:

#to #be #free #create #creation #poem #poet #verse #poetry #sean

laila shaaban Apr 2018

I am an artist

I am an artist.
I never chose to be but as long as I can remember art was near,
There was no first meeting, no awkward first impression.
It was always right there.
Art is a part of me, a quality written in my biology it’s my personality.
I can’t escape the urge to create,
To illustrate the beautiful picture in my mind,
To encapsulate feelings, project ideas, perfect a masterpiece.
I am an artist I paint;
I paint in hues colors and strokes.
I paint in words sewn together as delicate as a feather,
Yet as painful as a healing wound.
I cower every time I hear them being read aloud
Because these words are windows straight into my thoughts.
Leaving me feeling vulnerable, that’s why some art is unutterable.
Best portrayed using a paintbrush.
Coating the canvas with every color of the spectrum and every spectrum of emotion. Watching the pigments flow with no resistance,
A brush sweeping softly or with deep solid strokes
Always flawless because creativity can never be mistaken
It only awakens new perspectives perfected by the artist
Portraying her ideas precisely.
I am an artist because losing my self in art is my passion,
A distraction, imagine the endless horizons.
Art is the closest thing to magic,
A paintbrush the closest to a wand,
And an artist the closest to becoming an enchanter.

#artist #art #paint #writing #create #soul #passion #drawing #creativity #artistic

Danial John Apr 2018

Divine essence lost

I am severely depressed.
Every day is a struggle just to get out of bed.
They tell me: don't worry, just take your meds.
And yet...

I don't mind the cold,
It seeps into me, down to my bones.
The chill in my soul forms icicles in my nose,
They drip down my throat.

A pancaked atlas.
The weight of the world condensed, flattened.
A singularity of sadness.
Unsure of how or why this happened.

My only misgiving is that
Something important to me has gone missing.
Man's purpose, what makes him divinely great
Unfortunately, I've lost my ability to create.

I can no longer visualize my will into being. ******* depression. Why must I be obsessed with the numb pain you bring.

#depression #create #atlas #divine #poetry #sadness #numb #pain #thats #life

Dani Apr 2018

a new fear i didn't need

to make art that entertains the people that don't know
to make art that bores the people that do

to create for the ignorant to enjoy
to create for the wise to ignore

to produce something that the shallow lavish
to produce something that the indepth expect

to shape an idea that fools them
to shape an idea that makes you the fool

to be mediocre at my passion
to be mediocre at my life

as an art student this scares me and i hate it

#life #art #create #produce #passion #notgoodenough #fear #new

Yule Apr 2018

will

My hands have betrayed me once again,
my eyes started rolling as it begs slumber
Why do I even put up with this madness
that's created up above my head?
For once I want my hands to bleed,
will my words come to an abrupt by then?

I guess not, it still find ways. | 180331; 1:28 am

{nj.b}

#writer #create #curse #sleep #njb

Erin K Mar 2018

M a s t e r p i e c e

Life itself is beyond our control, but within our control is the way we live the life we have.
Take each moment,
hold it in the palm of your hand and feel it's heartbeat echo against your rib cage.
Everything you are searching for
is already within you.
We are life,
life is art,
and art is what we make it.
So take a hold of every moment and give yourself in your entirety to each experience.

Life is what we make of it, make yours a masterpiece.

#art #life #understanding #inspiration #motivation #create #masterpiece #beauty #truth #moments

jess Mar 2018

creation.

bring out the ink, cover the page,
pools or creativity leak onto the desk.
you are incredible,
skill, abilities; boundless.
the sky's the limit and you’ve painted it with ten shades of blue.
brushes vary from size and shape,
pencils range in darkness and texture.
you create tones and shades,
different worlds, different beings present themselves;
bringing new things to existence,
making old things seem new.
you are an artist.
you create.
you, yourself, your art form,
a weapon.
skillful and sharp, utility.
along with your tools,
your training.
you too can become a weapon,
of mass creation.

-j.p.

wrote this for my writers craft class - I've hear the term "weapons for mass creation" and thought it was clever so I used it. I would give credit for that statement but I don't really know who said it.

#art #create #beauty #fun #poetry #writing #mywriting #artistic #creation #brushes

Jaden Mar 2018

Paint Me a Picture

Paint me a picture
Show me the world
Through Color and beauty
It never grows old.

Draw me as I am
Freeze me in time
Capture the moment
Leave the Past behind.

Sculpt and carve
Build up and chip away
Make something that will stay here
Stand Tall and never sway

Create something, anything
A picture or a memory
Remember forever
Keep it safe for me.

#acotar #art #color #beauty #paint #immortal #memory #heart #past #create