#creations
Just look at the Trees,
Hear the buzzing of the bee's
As the birds are flying,
in the Cool, day breeze,
Feeling good and at ease,
Pollen will make you sneeze,
with No Stress or worries,
Fresh air so just breathe.
Nature's Finest of
the mountains so high,
Standing tall as if
to reach the sky,
Just walk along
the water stream,
as the water is moving
as if to a dream,
Look around at all the green,
God Creation, Is such
a beautiful scene,
The skies are blue,
The Sun is warm,
A perfect temp
Who could as for more
This is what you get
In the great outdoors
He made the Oceans
the Lands and the seas,
Animals of all kinds, and
you and me
Nature's Finest
Oh, can't you just see,
a place of
Calmness and Serenity!!!
B.R.
Date: 8/24/2025
Aug 24, 2025
Aug 24, 2025 at 11:15 PM UTC
Get Lost in the World,
of your own Imaginations,
Your minds is so full of,
Motivation and Creations!!
In your own World,
You can do what you want to do,
Your Aspirations and your Desires,
They All Begin within You!!
Create a World, that is
Far away from Reality,
Living within that moment, of pure Fantasy,
Let it be your goal, of pure Destiny!!
You are the mastermind, and
just let it flow out Naturally,
Once it is Accomplished,
it will turn out so Magically!!
Escape from the World,
of Hate and of Calamity,
Be one with your Utopia, of
Calmness and Tranquility!!
Just within your own Peace,
IN YOUR OWN WORLD,
OF PURE SERENITY!!!!
B.R.
Date: 5/24/2025
May 24, 2025
May 24, 2025 at 2:24 PM UTC
I am an idol,
For those looking to find fickle peace,
After years of grueling pain.
I am the title,
To a collection of poems,
Featuring the every raw creation.
I am nothing compared to everything else,
But my creations can be something.
Apr 28, 2025
Apr 28, 2025 at 8:26 AM UTC
Setting at the desk, looking out my window,
It’s a cold, winter day, the sun’s rays are being blocked,
By a solid wall of white clouds, floating over my head today.
Some of the snow is melting, into water, the pure white beauty,
Now memories, in Maxwell’s Creek, floating away.
As I stare across, Schaubert’s Bridge, I can see a bare area,
On the southern edge of, Schooley’s Woods, where,
Many birds, are searching for worms, in the ground today,
The squirrels, scampering to the nuts, they buried,
How do they remember where they, planted them,
In those late, fall days?
Everything, is so peaceful, when joined to together,
Creates a picturesque site to see,
So much beauty, remember, God created everything,
Including, all of the living creatures, to come to life, and be.
The original Tom Maxwell © 1/18/2025 A. D.
Jan 18, 2025
Jan 18, 2025 at 11:02 PM UTC
When words paint a picture
PAINTING a PICTURE with
the WORDS of IMAGINATIONS,
As your INSPIRATIONS FLOW, and
BUILDS up to a CREATION,
A PICTURE is WORTH
1,000 of WORDS,
From the
OUTSTANDING, and
the OUTSPOKEN
Our craft
needs to be HEARD!!!
We PAINT A PICTURE with
our own EXPRESSIONS!!!
WORDS to ENCOURAGE,
yet brings to you LESSONS!!!
Please hear our VERSES,
For, they bring to
you BLESSINGS!!!
A PICTURE of FINE ART,
THAT we are
VOCALLY EXPRESSING!!!!!
B.R.
Date: 10/22/2023
Aug 22, 2024
Aug 22, 2024 at 8:40 PM UTC
sometimes i write to no one
nobody is filling the void deep in my soul
so i make up fantasy men to take up the space
to fill in the cracks with their vibrant smiles
cheekbones accentuated
i instruct these prosthetics to heat my freezing
cold heart
stuck in a plain old reverie with kisses and children dancing in a ballroom
these fake and imagined life forms leave behind a vestige of fantastical beauties
these creations are flowing like water in secret caverns
dancing around my empty body
healing my blemishes but they still return to the creations’ surprise
they lift my limp limbs and lower me over the ancient greek pond
letting me drink the rich and luscious stream
filling my body with water, weighing me down
more mass and a bigger center of gravity
btw i am almost dead by the time they finish these rituals
these fantasy men care for me day in and day out, but they are sculpted from my mind
not real, this is not reality
they make me feel “happier” and “fuller” in my eyes but i know this is all a façade
naked and no one shall know
that the girl who waits here for fantastical sculptures to touch her and clothe her is a deep and dark disappointment
some say, “what an ingrate.”
some don’t even bother to care
nobody truly cares
and i figured this out many months ago
i am finally letting go
and as i turn to these creations i have created inside of my head
they blow and dissolve into the wind
therefore i have virtually no one
so i weep into my pruny hands
then draw the conclusion that i will never be loved
at least i know one thing for certain :/
Mar 12, 2022
Mar 12, 2022 at 1:04 PM UTC
making beats, making art
losing you was just the start
to my rise, oh I thank divine
I would've kept these feelings inside a year ago
now you will hear my words on the radio
I do not care anymore, the rain cannot ruin me like before
it nourishes me and my creations, empress with no limitations
I am so happy to be me, so happy to be free
no longer tending to the broken birds
rather focusing on my own concerns
Dec 17, 2021
Dec 17, 2021 at 11:25 AM UTC
_______________________________________
Dedicated to my work
Eager to create things others will love
Thrilled about a satisfying finished product
An ambitious woman
Insecure sometimes
Lively about my creations
Each element created with perfection
Didactic about my passions.
____________________________________________
Nov 10, 2020
Nov 10, 2020 at 6:12 PM UTC
My pigeon army
Made of paper
Some big
Some small
You'll never count them all
I make them when I'm empty
I make them when I'm weak
I make them when I'm running on little sleep for a week
I make them when I'm unhappy
I make them when I can't feel
Anything good or real
Blank or lined
I use what paper I can find
Then I fold
Then; behold!
A pigeon of paper
Some big
Some small
You'll never count them all
I fold and fold
My arms are filled as I hold
My little creations
Bringing me a slight smile
But they just sit with me for a while
So, I do what makes me truly happy;
I give them away
To others who could use something to brighten their day
And what better way
Than a gift
Of a small, little pigeon
How many I've made,
I'll never know
All I know is
This pigeon army will grow
And spread a smile
All the while
I still make more
And I never bore.
- Jay M
March 10, 2020
Mar 11, 2020
Mar 11, 2020 at 2:27 AM UTC
Creations. Delete
Friends. Delete
Toughts. Delete
Feelings. Delete
Life. Delete
Apr 2, 2019
Apr 2, 2019 at 4:00 AM UTC
i don't breath anymore
i just let air pass through me
i am a vessel through which it travels
and becomes something else
something new
something it was always meant to be
i am its beginning and end
and it is the material with which i create
and form new creations
that couldn't have been without its life giving powers
we need each other
to be
and to become
May 7, 2018
May 7, 2018 at 9:18 AM UTC
artful creations
colors, charcoals
paints
stone and clay
wood and paper
bringing life
from
lifeless
form
from
formless
can the artist choose?
~~~
garden creations
shades of green
jade
artichoke
asparagus
fern, forest
and
jungle
mint, moss
and
pine
shamrock
tea, olive
mixed
with
a multitude
of blooming
hues
can the gardener decide on one?
~~~
kitchen creations
sweets and treats
savories and piquants
cakes and pies
meats, stews
casseroles
butter, garlic
lemon
rosemary
and
thyme
parsley
and
saffron
onions caramelized
to sweet
peppercorns
and
cardamon
tamarind, turmeric
nutmeg
combined in
precision
joy and
love
can the chef say which is best?
~~~
and thus
I challenge any poet
can you choose your favorite "child"?
Apr 15, 2018
Apr 15, 2018 at 5:56 PM UTC
So many words unspoken from various flowers,
but they live and thrive.
They are tender creations of God with radiant souls.
For in a world so muddled, they are rays of beauty.
Nov 6, 2017
Nov 6, 2017 at 9:19 AM UTC
There is a little red bird sitting on a tree
I then tried to catch him but it suddenly flee
I want that little red bird but then I see
I think it will be better if I let him free.
There is a little red fox on the side of the bay
I then tried to chase him but he ran away
I want that little red fox but then I say
I think it will be better if I just let him play.
There is a little red hamster crawling on the grass,
I then tried to hunt him but he hide so fast
I want that little red hamster but then at last,
I think it will be better if he stay where he was.
There is a little red frog jumping on the shore
I then tried to grab him but he hops even more
I want that little red frog but then I recall
I think it will be better to let him jump and crawl.
There are this little red ones singing together
I’m glad to see them happy and live with each other
I hope we understand their words and laughter
For these little red ones should be valued forever.
©2013 John Vincent Obiena. All rights reserved.
Aug 31, 2017
Aug 31, 2017 at 9:01 AM UTC
god made everything beautiful,
even mankind.
mankind painted ugliness over god's beauty and
framed the distorting and grotesques
paintings on their walls,
leaving the eyes in peril display
for the creations of such a beautiful mind.
Aug 17, 2017
Aug 17, 2017 at 4:39 AM UTC
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Aug 31, 2016
Aug 31, 2016 at 4:55 PM UTC
*Travelling a long way to a hill-top
From where I can get the vision of
The beauty of God's creations
Black and grey mountains
Standing like body guards
The sun peeping out
Behind the mountains
Clouds moving gracefully
Trying to touch the hills
Running waters of the rivers
Spreading its fragrance on small rocks
Ground of green grass where
Boys grazing cattle of cows
Yachtsman in his boat singing
Songs about the beautiful rivers
On his way back to home
Old woman sitting under a Banyan tree
Tiring from her day's work of selling buttermilk
Sun hiding slowly behind the hills
Allowing the moon to shine
Forest fires lit at night like stars on a hill-top
By the people of the country side
Was lost in the world of sleep
In my home of hill-top tent
Thanking God for this beautiful heaven!*
Jul 26, 2016
Jul 26, 2016 at 12:19 AM UTC
Back in the day
of youth and play
my dreams
and my reality
seemed so similar to me.
I'd get that deja vu
and the scene came true,
and I knew I'd make it through
because I had been in those shoes.
I learned to lucid dream -
I loved to control the seams -
and the characters around me
were creations of my animosity.
They reflected my thoughts and visions
under those pubescent conditions,
and yet I stayed one step ahead
by resting cozy in my bed.
Then time had passed,
roles recast,
and the settings changed -
a bigger bed, a room rearranged.
My dreams had changed course:
reality and fantasy divorced,
and each individual's face
lost its place
in the palette of my desires;
if a dream never comes true,
is it then considered a liar?
Jul 5, 2016
Jul 5, 2016 at 6:09 PM UTC
God created all things, but he took special care in crafting
the rose..... and you.
The color of a rose is deep red like the depths of my love for you.
Soft, like the pedals, are your lips and your embrace.
They say every rose has it's thorns & blood from the finger, if
grasped
wrong, will bleed- a deep red... Only my heart bleeds for you and
your love
You have shown me how to handle love gently as if it were a
Rose...
No longer a seed; for it has bloomed into something beautiful-
Unlike the rose, our love will never die--
Even though it is one of God's most beautiful creations,-
You, my love, have created something just as beautiful as a rose...
By giving me your love...
Jun 3, 2016
Jun 3, 2016 at 5:51 AM UTC
WHY THOSE ALMIGHTY GODS
OF WHATYEVER CONFESSION
WOULD NEED THE HELP
OF WEAK HUMANS
FOR THEIR SURVIVAL
IT DOES NOT MAKE SENSE
UNLESS THEY ARE
IN REALITY
THE CREATIONS OF THOSE
WHO **** TO SAVE THEM(SELVES)
Mar 23, 2016
Mar 23, 2016 at 7:18 PM UTC
After searching for so long, I am convinced love has a heavenly source
emanating from my heart's chambers, but more powerful than any force
and when you share it with another, instead of having less, you have more
finding yourself with these emotions, and an imagination looking to explore
It's true, absence makes the heart grow fonder, another way that love shows
but I would sooner send a dozen roses, because this message every girl knows
escaping the loneliness troubling your mind, allowing a captured heart to love
then happiness will reign, worries disappear as you find yourself flying above
Love, a divine magic when reaching earth, creates a longing for another to be near
maybe a way for the heavenly world helping man to adjust, removing his earthly fear
humans are the most sensitive of G-d's creations, a few misplaced words and egos hurt
but love holds that power to repair, once again being able to reassure and bring comfort
So where must this love come from, acknowledging indeed that it emanates from heaven alone
but how can this be, having this power to heal, love must forever remain in a place of the unknown
perhaps then this is what it means when we say that someone is out of sight, but not out of mind
true feelings of love must exists deep down, a special love mixed with the divine, one of a kind
Feelings of the heart really emanate from our mind, it is the true place where all of our desires reside
so it comes as no surprise, why we'll never fully understand, because this love we seek is really inside
as the wind blows, and the sun sets, so too, love must forever remain a mystery of life never to know
Love is His greatest gift, unending happiness with us to share, G-d to beloved mankind did He bestow
Jul 30, 2015
Jul 30, 2015 at 4:56 PM UTC
Trying to capture
an inescapable fate
and it seems with every breath I take,
the faster time proceeds.
Trying to explain
my perspective universe
and it seems the further back I go,
the further gone I am.
Trying to create
any possible escape
and it seems with each new goodbye note
the more I want to stay.
Apr 6, 2015
Apr 6, 2015 at 8:51 PM UTC
We are the Creators creating creations through creativity...
Jul 15, 2014
Jul 15, 2014 at 3:07 PM UTC