#creation poems on Hello Poetry

Glenn Currier Nov 2020

What is it I love about autumn?
Is it the syncopated falling -
an umber mirror of my life
the chronic crawling
back from a dying state,
the challenge of letting go,
hope of writing a clean slate
or is it the blessed wait
of this transition season
for the coming blast
and its harvest
of accretion?

I’ve always said that autumn is for poets. I think about how autumn is a season very reflective of the process of creation. Just like giving birth is full of pain and suffering, without it there is no new life. Just about the time we think we are in control, basking in the sun of late summer, we are thrown into a state of dying in this present season, this present reality. So in a way, autumn is a natural process of growth. The adolescent must let go of the joy of childhood. The adult must let go of the passionate soakings of adolescence. Definition of accretion - an increase by natural growth or addition, (astronomy) the formation of a celestial object by the effect of gravity pulling together surrounding objects and gases.

#falling #rising #growing #dying #life #suffering #joy #creation

Raven Blue Nov 2020

Mother Nature's Goodnight Kiss

Mother Nature is not okay;
Flowers covered with gray.
Everything seems gloomy;
And Mother Nature is losing its beauty.
Everyone doesn't seem to care;
And gets self-centered in their own ways.
Even if Mother Nature is struggling everyday;
But in the end, what we always see;
Is Mother Nature's goodnight kiss.

We should appreciate Mother Nature.

#mothernature #nature #creation #care

Michael Luciano Nov 2020

Destruction Creates

Destruction breeds creation a man he once told me.
But I'm all deconstructed and this creation I can't see.
I've been seeking shelter, shelter From The Storm.
Because I can't take this battered braking feeling I'm so torn.
Well all I see is bridges and they're burning in my dreams.
While I'm searching for passage to a place I can be free.
So just deconstruct me tear apart my lonely mind.
Desolation and frustration is all in there you'll find.
I'll just batton down my hatches and rosin up my bow.
Cuz the way it's looking we're in for a hell of a storm.
It's getting Wicked with a quickness can't you hear that thunderous roar.
I can't see the road signs I don't know which way I'm going.

#storm #destruction #creation #lonley #frustration

Brian Yule Oct 2020

The Depths

Vacant mirror
Arid pen
Sallow silence

Naked page
Swallowed minutes from
Borrowed hours

Cave's former roar
Sunken stream
Struck dumb

Wallow in
Parched flow
As hollow grows

Sin hallow
Burrow deeper
Into ashes

Seeking signs
Of dew saved
From the drought

#creation #writers #block #inspiration

beckie d and the poetry Oct 2020

drunken creation

god
must have been
drunk
when he decided to create you
it's the only explanation
for
your
vile
existence

the explanation for your existence

#drunken #creation #god

Traci Sims May 2017

Rubato

We were scaling Mount Si
when a cloud rolled in so thick
we had to wipe the mist from our faces.
Our shadows, already growing longer,
disappeared entirely
and the time we measured
by the burning in our legs
and the shortness of our breath
seemed to go with them.
Light no longer came just from above,
it was all around us, equally,
and it was then that I thought part of us
would never return and that moment
would never end, when you gasped
and whispered, LOOK,
your arm outstretched,
and there floating out of the fog
was a ghost, and then a shadow,
and finally stepping onto the rocks
as new as creation itself,
a beautiful, white ram.

From "Bird's Nest In Your Hair" by Brian Jobe

#mountains #ram #hiking #rubato #creation

Orakhal Oct 2020

There is no Hell

but heaven ignored

as man made mind
creates a hell to heaven
or a heaven to hell

#hell #heaven #mind #creation

Mose Oct 2020

Atrium

To each of I, that is not myself.
Scrambling a puzzle with no picture.
Colliding letters but fumbling only sounds.
Falling deaf to the noise.
A prism that light can shine through, but never into.

#stranger #self #exploration #light #puzzle #creation #inspiration #unknown #abstract

beckie d and the poetry Oct 2020

The Woman

She was a woman,
Inside a woman,
Inside a woman

The female definition of sisterhood
Emanating from her,
An aura of arduous existence
Of suffrage meeting resistance

She was bent over in lamentable labour
Bearing the weight of the world on her shoulders
Forgetting what men had tried to tell her
That she was an object to be sold and squandered

Through ever contentious contraction
She cried out in excruciating passion
But by the end of it all
She held in her hands
A creation of truth
That no man
Could truly understand

the universal woman

#sisterhood #female #feminism #struggle #truth #creation

Mikaela L Oct 2020

No existo

Hoy, entre el reloj y la pantalla de mi computador,
Hoy, entre conversaciones grandiosas,
Hoy me preguntas si me creo el gran "Creador",
Te envío un mensaje envuelto en rosas secas,
"Tú eres la creación",
La grandiosa idea,
La meta,
La metida de pata,
La mera esperanza,
Pero...
Ya no creo en ti,
Pero, el creador tampoco cree en sí mismo,
Por ende,
En sí misma,
Vez?
No hay salida alguna,
Solo me queda volver a crear...

Una historia de un creador inexistente. Vea usted....

#espanol #spanish #creation