"creat" poems
My Existence can be summed up as a broken robot beyond repair
Useless
Rally works and when it does
***** up the job.
Left behind as trash.
No one wants it.
Could be used to creat new,
probably shouldn't the new will start broken.
Over all I am nothing but,
a broken robot beyond repair.
Jan 2, 2019
Jan 2, 2019 at 12:45 PM UTC
Ro-
mance is in the air – or
so they say at this time of year in
the heart of the Thousand Islands.
No-
thing quite welcomes summer
like the morning smell of seaweed fresh-
ly caught on some vacationer’s
pro-
pellers - excess water
draining from the boat’s engine, creat-
ing sporadic puddles up the
street.
I see no romance in
Alex Bay – too many tourists; too
old, too young – No young lovers. Not
E-
nough privacy in the
souvenir shops or bustling streets for
young lovers to embrace and watch
the
sun set or rise off the
Dock of the Bay. Mother duck leading
her ducklings towards the bread crumbs the
old-
er generation has
cast aside for them in the fishy
water. Kids just don’t know what ro-
mance
is anymore. Perhaps
because Spring is ending and not be-
ginning. I must find the romance
in
these islands. There was a
story passed down through the years of Boldt
and his lady and Hart Island.
He
re-named it Heart Island
and with his millions he made it just
that. A castle he built her, a
Play-
house for the kids. Gardens
and walkways, a Yacht House, a Tower.
All this he built for his love.
Can
you imagine, waking
up every morning to the smell, the
sounds of an island called yours? In
the
midst of the St. Lawrence,
the freshness, the cool, the sun beating
down on your grass, your estate. How
ro-
mantic an idea.
Of the one-thousand, seven-hundred
and ninety-three islands, this one
be-
longs to you and your love.
To travel by Ferry each day to
the Bay, to dine every night at
Cav-
allario’s Seafood
and Steak. Oh the wonders of Alex
Bay – I found romance after all.
Jan 31, 2011
Jan 31, 2011 at 4:19 PM UTC
Hello sweetheart
daddy is working very hard to creat a better world for you
to creat a better avenue
an avenue where you will have all you want and deserves
an avenue where you will go to school worth going
an avenue where you will drive a car worth driving
an avenue where you will go places worth going
sweetheart pray to God as you are still there with Him to bless daddy
so that daddy can meet and hook up with mum soon
hope to hook up with mum soon
i love you sweetheart and i know mum loves you too
i love you pumpkin even when you are not here yet we know the joy and happiness u will bring to mum and daddy
i love you..........from daddy
Jan 12, 2014
Jan 12, 2014 at 3:18 AM UTC
*
arcanum arcanarom, argumentum ad hominem
animal disputans, dixi.., animal bipes implume
cessante causa cessat et effectus, damnant quod non inteligunt
audiatur et altera pars, hominus libenter quod volunt credunt
multi famam, consientiam pauci verentur
boni pastoris est tondere pecus, non deglubere
bonum virum facile crederes, magnum libenter
non omnes qui habent citharam sunt citharoedi
currente calamo, cave quid dicis, quando, et cui
gigni de nihilo nihil, in nihilum nil posse reverti
**
..love always...*
عرفان بن يوسف © AH 14/03/1432
**
Jan 11, 2016
Jan 11, 2016 at 11:28 AM UTC
I am a result
Of not two people
I am a result of advertisements
Of politicians
Of company's
Of ideas drilled into my head, by constant repotion and threats from authority figures
I am a result of headlines that scream the words **** death, racesim and terror.
I am a result of built up hopes.
The countless movies that show us heros that conqure the impossible, while slowly walking away form an explosion.
The comic books that boldly display abilitys we then dream of.
Expectations we are forced to have that someday we will save the world.
I am the result of reality hitting you full on like a world saving superman punch,
I am the result of relizing, that there is a 99.9999999999% chance I am not the "chosen one"
I am the result of an enviroment where I have to hold my breath to not let the toxins in
The overdose headlines
The children I see inhaling away there future and when I walk by blowing it in my face
I am the result of an overdose that ripped away my uncle
A world filled with misery and we find this the best way to "cure" it.
I am a result filled with images of diffrent family's breaking apart, leaving broken children behind.
A result witnessing the hurt, homeless and heartless walk on the same ground but don't awknoladge it
The veterans thrown to the streets
The gay pride rainbows coverd in the dark clouds of pregiduce this world is shadowed by
The sour taste of racesim lingering on individual tongues trying to break through a wall of common sense
The weaponising of wonderful wise wishful young children around the world to creat a fearful, fierce, fiery killing machine
I am a result of this world, the mistakes we all make, the suffering we all take, the lives these mistakes put at stake, these wounds that ache, the cusses that spin in children's head thanks to drake, these politicians people see as lying snakes, this earth that quakes, that brings us awake
I am a result, in a world of results
Of hope that one day we can push these fears away
I am a result of an army of dreamers
A horde of lovers
And a croud of carers
I am a result of two people who tried hard enough to make a difference
They are my sheild and my sword equipping me to fight this poisend world
We are what's left we are the dreamers the workers and the lovers and once were done fighting away the hurt, evil,terror and pain,
We can look out on this world and call it
Our result
Mar 11, 2014
Mar 11, 2014 at 8:52 PM UTC
(for Daisy, a true companion to poet rr)
in the city,
we fight daily the toughest of hombres,
brown, grayed, mottled city pigeons,
who fear no human predator,
in the fight
for the crumbs and crusts of
inspiration
however, they may come our way
get a message, a post,
with the words
“a good create”
the words form a chord,
in my throat, taut, visible, tense
even knowing it’s likely a typo,
probably meant “creature,.”
but the phrase strikes me
as one too little spoke
in our diurnal drudgery
numbing~dumbing struggle,
but, I take them as (a) writ,
for the crumb of challenge
proffered
if we cannot justify our existence,
daily with a new create,
then incumbent upon us
to cherish, double and thrice,
the good and wonderful
creates,
the surround us
been decades since my body
was warmed by the shape of an animal’s
curves fitted into mine,
our sleep rhythm intertwined,
nay,
one
<>
so once again,
I mourn a living poem
who crossed my path
in photo, in words,
but never,
not in,
living color
but the sighs of loss,
real
*so as is my wont,
inquire within,
where shelter?
in the love
we create
tween us and our*
creatures.
Jan 3, 2024
Jan 3, 2024 at 10:56 AM UTC
She is mad
He loves her madness
She has anger at the tip of her nose
He find this as very cute
She is an introvert
That what make him a ditective
of her mysterious world.
She creat arts
He collects all of them
She lives in her own world
That is all his world to him
However,
He love her like any lover
and
she love him like no one can
Sep 11, 2019
Sep 11, 2019 at 10:47 AM UTC
I want to explore the stars in your eyes
and
get lost in forever with the galaxies in your mind.
Infinity will always seem impossible, to the average people.
We could
creat a love that not even infinity
can contain.
But while I'm gazing at the stars you're too busy waiting for the sunrise.
May 7, 2015
May 7, 2015 at 5:24 PM UTC
push the reset button!
push the reset button!
should i?
shouldnt i?
i should push this reset button you deserve it you deserve happyness like other people you are very special surely i have to push the reset button to make you happy to creat memories which are better then before i cannot stand by and watch you being so unhappy it was my fault at the first place so it is my responsibility to help you get back to ur feet and walk with u to a certain destination where i wont be able to walk with u it is my responsibility to make sure u happy so i decide to push the reset button
May 25, 2015
May 25, 2015 at 3:45 PM UTC
'Sticky labels'
Each time we redefine a freedom, we simultaneously creat a new boundary and another cultural and social restraint.
Boundaries are often useful:
Healthy individuals are innately aware of what is right and what is wrong, because we have collectively encouraged them to flourish with love and understanding.
Unhealthy individuals cannot discern right from wrong, and a prison has never nurtured anything good!
Why not invest in our neighbours right from the START; pulling our communities together honestly, and kindly with open hearts.
GOOD THINGS grow from freedom.
Feb 20, 2021
Feb 20, 2021 at 4:47 AM UTC
push the reset button!
push the reset button!
should i?
shouldnt i?
i should push this reset button you deserve it you deserve happyness like other people you are very special surely i have to push the reset button to make you happy to creat memories which are better then before i cannot stand by and watch you being so unhappy it was my fault at the first place so it is my responsibility to help you get back to ur feet and walk with u to a certain destination where i wont be able to walk with u it is my responsibility to make sure u happy so i decide to push the reset button
May 25, 2015
May 25, 2015 at 3:45 PM UTC
I can't think ,
my pen suspended above blank paper,
I can't put to words these jumbled feelings
I hate not knowing what to say
Hate not knowing the words
I need to let all my confusion out
I just want to creat the perfect poem
But I will never achieve the impossible
I want to write until my pen becomes dry
I wish I could put every word, verbatim as it enters my mind
But I can't, I wish I could put this down
But my pen doesn't press against the paper
Fireworks do not egnite as I write
No one wants to listen
No one wants to feel
How do I translate what I feel to words
I hate that I read over past written words
And feel pain exude
I want to write the perfect poem
I need to
But I never will, maybe my dreams will never
Be fulfilled, these words mean nothing
Only to me, only I feel these words
Only I hear me shouting these words
In a room full
Maybe wishes get lost
Amongst the rest of the unfulfilled dreams
Sep 25, 2012
Sep 25, 2012 at 6:03 PM UTC
Through The Window I Watch The Ticks Of Time
From The First Second I Was The One To Blame
Was That Stupid Feeling Or My Heart Was Lame
Can't Hold It For Seven Days, What A Shame !!!
Begone, Cause There Will Be Only Pain To Claim
But Make Sure To Slash It To Finish The Crime
Seven Days To Creat Earth
Seven Days To Make It Worth
Seven Doors Takes To Heaven
Seven Floors On The Sky Stricken
Seven Doors Takes To Hell
Seven More To Make It Well
I Still Hold My Self On The Top And The Floor
Why You keep Hiding Behind A Closed Door
Everytime I See You, I Die A Little More
It Was Beautiful, It Was Amazing And Pure
For That Bright World We Lived Cure
I Wanna Shout It From The Roof Top For Sure
Why You Can't See Through That Anymore
I Wish It Could Be Like That And More
Seven Days To Creat Earth
Seven Days To Make it Worth
Seven Doors Takes To Heaven
Seven Floors On The Sky Stricken
Seven Doors Takes To Hell
Seven More To Make It Well
You Are More Beautiful Than The high
You Are Too Beautiful For A Human Eye
Like Angel, With That Look Of Shy
Everyone Can Fall In Love Without A Try
Like Angel, With That Smile You Can Fly
Going So Far To The Seventh Sky
Author/ Aladdin Aures
Oct 19, 2016
Oct 19, 2016 at 7:03 PM UTC
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Anger is like an eruption of volcanoes
Molten lava of hate and non-violence
disrupting the peace
at Syria or Sweden
In your and my nation
Do we need Judges like
U.S.A or U.S.S.R
America or Russia or
We should become volunteer of peace
To cease daily ill will here, there and everywhere
Maybe Germany or Greece
Let us feed our Good Wolf
~~~Jawahar Gupta~~~
Apr 8, 2017
Apr 8, 2017 at 12:43 PM UTC
God is the ultimate
Artist
For
I can not creat something this cute
Detail
Or delecate
Swim fish swim.
Sep 10, 2019
Sep 10, 2019 at 10:27 AM UTC
My soul is an old one
I feel it running through my veins
The remnants of a thousand years past
Each life is a different piece
That makes me who I am
My soul sings
Time after time
The age old melody
Same song
Different tune
And their harmonies
Creat the symphony
That is
Me
Jul 17, 2014
Jul 17, 2014 at 12:55 PM UTC
i have a hidden tallent of my life a singer or the voice that can touch your hearts.
my mind thinks up a storm that comes to a plan on a friday afternoon.
my voice can only be heard if your heart has the courrage to follow what you want the most.
my voice is what my stories come to life.
cause my true love came and gave me hope to write this line.
my mind thinks first for what salllom words i could think to say to you to touch your heart deep.
i know i will proable be alone with my thoughts.
but ever word ever said threw my voice i hope it made you go mad with crazy love.
night and day come and go but i will never let my smooth gental words leave me.
that all i got when i feel abandoned.
my hidden voice can make your anger go leaving your life with peace.
my hidden talent with my voice can make words stories poems love notes and creat or life memories.
my hidden voice can only be heard for the traped broken lies.
my hidden voice can lift you off your feet when thinks start getting bad.
my hidden voice can heal your soul if your willing to listen to me while i start to write my entire life stories.
you will never be alon if your voice meets me down the slop.
my hidden voice can do many things but will never be harsh or angery just a loving kind blank page you should start writing to fin me and you with our true love stories
Nov 22, 2015
Nov 22, 2015 at 5:35 PM UTC
For the purity to blow
For the neatness to flow
For all the clarity to glow,
Lets sow more love
Lets pour more kindness
Lets wipe out all tears.
All the beauty is here
it is in our hands
we can creat smiles
we can bring near
the better tomorrow
for all of us !
Aug 11, 2019
Aug 11, 2019 at 1:36 AM UTC
i'm not good enouph
i don't have the right words
i keep writing these stuff
to creat my own world
May 16, 2015
May 16, 2015 at 7:10 PM UTC
i am sitting in a dark room
infront of my bright blank laptop screen
i force my mind to think
i push my mind to creat
what should i write ?
what should i say ?
think .. think .. think..
am i being too dramatic?
am i complaining too much ?
aren't i using the right words?
aren't i good enouph ?
i guess i'll never be .
i better go.. i better leave ...
May 21, 2015
May 21, 2015 at 5:07 PM UTC
Once upon a time
Twice upon a memory
Thrice upon a wish
I wanted a destiny that was intwines with yours
But alas, I hardly know you.
You enchanted me
Bewitched my mind
And spelled my affections
There is one word I shan't ever utter
But if you're my knight in shining armor
And I am more than just a step for you to climb
Then maybe I will change fate to spend the rest of my life with you.
I will creat my own destiny.
But I am doomed to failure
I may try my best
And find motivation
But my will power and hope are inconsequential compared to my omnipotent and everlasting sin.
Mar 26, 2014
Mar 26, 2014 at 2:47 PM UTC
As i sit on my knees its vary clear the pain will never leave the sadness willl keep playing with your heart your life will flash in front of your own existence. The cold chills that run down your spine. The love you lost leaving you numb and deeply hurt and broken. Addiction you fill the emptiness deep inside your soul. You tired there no point of careing when everything you creat gets destroyed by people during the day. The money you make seems to slip away when you fall inlove. Control overe you with now escape you want to be loved and held tightly cuddled. But dose love really even exists dose it even have meaning dose it have any real feeling. I have dreams i seek nomatter how hard i work everything around me just crubbles im left to clean up all the broken peices
I want to be loved i want to feel what real but this world is just filled with artificial life
Sep 26, 2018
Sep 26, 2018 at 9:53 PM UTC
It's easy to dream
We leap into something unrealistic
It turns into something brighter than a sun beam
It can be crushed for being so dramatic
We let them blow our self esteem
If we fail at them we go ballistic
They can be our paradise or nightmares, that's how it seems
Creat it and let it be idealistic
Dec 12, 2014
Dec 12, 2014 at 10:31 PM UTC