"creater" poems
The aim of my life is high
To gain success how hard work do I
To achive success in life
hard work is essential for good future
I am the creater of my destiny
Success is very hard to achive
Work hard try to achive success
If not try again but dont cry
-almighty
Feb 25, 2015
Feb 25, 2015 at 10:31 AM UTC
The bellowing clouds of smoke
The paralyzing threats of death
To the residents down below
Holding on to dear breath
Choking throats stinging eyes
By the languid sulphur laden air
White powdered ashes everywhere
There's nothing that they could do
Because nobody can say no
To a volcano
It can erupt at anytime if it wants to
They're uncertain what to do, follow
Their hearts to stay where they are
Or follow the orders to evacuate
The folks can see fire and smoke from afar
They've to move from there before it's too late
Because the volcano could boil over
It's brewing up in the creater
They've to leave their belongings
Behind them and say farewell
To the chicken the ducks and geese
The cows the dogs and the cats as well
Or take some of them if they please
Take along the important documents
And regrettably flee for fear from their homes
Before the fiery lava will leave
Their huts to remnants
They can't say no because
The Bali King the 'spokesperson'
For the Gods won't listen to their pleadings
And why it's throwing up it's tantrum
Because the Gods have spoken
The Gods are angry at them
And they've to sacrifice all
Their belongings to appease the Gods
Because they know the volcano
Knows they can't say no
To the volcano
Dec 3, 2017
Dec 3, 2017 at 12:19 PM UTC
"cotton minds", yes cotton minds.
cotton minds generating dopamine with their childish brains down the cotton slides.
at the beach, a treasure is what every cotton mind finds.
but no sandpaper even with a vision that is greater could see it.
and when the day is over and it's time to go home, every cotton mind cries because of the lies of his hater, creater, lover, maker.
you guessed it, "the sandpaper".
cotton minds are childish, no sandpaper would understand them cause they'd rather see a fish on a dish rather than in the sea.
see? cotton minds are everywhere yet so rare, with a hope and a flarethat no sandpaper could every show.
show? yes.
a teeny-tiny show is what you're reading and with it you're having a nostalgic feeling of your previous cotton life.
in your mind you hear the silence, with stress and finance.
your old cotton mind melted until it's now sandpaper.
up many levels and your little angels became bigger devils.
flushed down your dreams and hopes and now we're all cotton mind killers.
right now as you're being told, cotton minds are more precious than gold.
it's something you can't own or hold.
something you need but on it you let your anxiety feed.
sandpaper could be a doctor, but when cotton he played soccer.
sandpaper could also be a dentist, but when cotton his dreams faded in the mist.
but we all know that sandpaper is a cotton mind fader.
once you have it you forget the happiness and the glee.
check your reaction and see.
sea? yes in a reminder of the sea, cotton is water, cooler, smoother, and better but weaker fellow than the hotter, cruel, yellow, denser and sandier sandpaper.
Jul 10, 2019
Jul 10, 2019 at 9:12 AM UTC
Cut in half and also double,
The time I take from each perception, Sifting through the artworks ruble-
Changes constantly, with new direction
Words which placate then befuddle
Like an instinctive, intervention.
Longingly, negating trouble,
Empirically, a resurrection.
All the while my medications
(Pills to fix the way we feel)
Unraveling fast deviation
Investing in what isn't real.
Oh Destroyer, and Creater;
The Accention & Decline-
How we Falsify & fabricate,
Then factually Define.
Jan 8, 2023
Jan 8, 2023 at 5:24 AM UTC
Look at your hand
There is a sparkle of
Enhancing light
started to sprinkle from it.
There is a magical universe
Blazing from your hand.
Say it as magic or illusion.
You are the one who can do
These miraculous things.
Unveil the wonders
Your hand can do.
Recoganize yourself
There is the creater hiding
Within you. The one
Who can make every
Impossible things into possible.
Realize it. You are ruler of
What you want to become.
Believe in you.
Apr 4, 2019
Apr 4, 2019 at 2:53 PM UTC
My eyes burn
That salty liquid i do blame
Frailty from within
Longing feelings i do blame
Behind closed doors does it keep
Desire i do blame
Time creater of distance
Silence i do blame
Jealous thoughts of mind
Doubting i do blame
Happiness in the warmth of arms
Loneliness i do blame
A heart so full
Love i do blame
Nov 10, 2015
Nov 10, 2015 at 7:28 AM UTC
I wonder what Heavens like
Is it white with fluttering doves and shiny golden gates that tower 7 feet above the clouds?
Or is it outside the atmosphere where a stars twinkle is so bright its blinding?
Are you suppose to walk up an ivory stairway or fly with your feathered white angel wings?
I see Heaven as a place you go when you are loved
A place where you don't have to be good to get in or bad to get kicked out
It's where your guardian angels gather and interact among the holy gods of Allah or Our Creater himself
Heaven is the clouds passing daintly and lazily by
Caught up in the leisure winds, grinding against the azure sky
Where the demons hide beneath the entry way, laying low
Wishing they were loved like the rest of the afterlife that lives in Heaven
Nov 7, 2013
Nov 7, 2013 at 8:37 PM UTC
I am the master of arts and crafts
I am a creater of everything around me
I'll design the architecture and paint the roads
and I'll erase the clouds with my finger
and I'll mold people of clay and I'll make them linger
and I'll draw thought bubbles above their heads.
I'll write up some thoughts of appreciation
of all things unnoticed and noticed by me
Then I will sit in corners and look and see
this simple world that was created by me
and I'll see beauty in the small things
and my people will too
because I painted their eyes green
and brown
and purple
and blue
I think I'll paint some yellow eyes too.
Dec 2, 2011
Dec 2, 2011 at 12:49 AM UTC
I wonder what Heavens like
Is it white with fluttering doves and shiny golden gates that tower 7 feet above the clouds?
Or is it outside the atmosphere where a stars twinkle is so bright its blinding?
Are you suppose to walk up an ivory stairway or fly with your feathered white angel wings?
I see Heaven as a place you go when you are loved
A place where you don't have to be good to get in or bad to get kicked out
It's where your guardian angels gather and interact among the holy gods of Allah or Our Creater himself
Heaven is the clouds passing daintly and lazily by
Caught up in the leisure winds, grinding against the azure sky
Where the demons hide beneath the entry way, laying low
Wishing they were loved like the rest of the afterlife that lives in Heaven
Dec 5, 2013
Dec 5, 2013 at 7:14 PM UTC
I am a ******* mailbox.
Why?
I dunno.
Because i said so.
Accept me for who i am.
My metal *** and face.
My four little legs
And a drawr that holds youryour buisness.
I am a ******* mailbox
Accept me,
My rusted edges
My sad blue paint.
Unfortunate that i do not have a red flag.
****
Well
Thank my creater,
the mailman
I am a ******* mailbox.
And i am
**** proud
To be one
Jul 18, 2016
Jul 18, 2016 at 11:54 PM UTC
You have tried to make me do many things
Like you. Pity you. Hate you. Then like you again.
I know you’ll try again before knowledge’s demise
But knowledge never rests for long
Like a restless monster, It will soon be back,
In a whole new way, thrashing and spitting
That is fabled worse than it really is
But during the demise, I become invisible
An untouchable ghost, you won’t be able to find me
Knowledge’s rest protects me, but when it wakes up,
It stays for 180 days before falling down again
You will try to charm me, but you will fail
Others have tried
And they have failed
M.R.L
You ***** liar
I've never "tried"
Do you see your sin
Your future repent
You "Lied" it's in your name
And your actions, what have you become
Look around you, things are different now
Stupidity no longer wraps around my actions
And I don't want the pity of a viciouse snake such as yourself
Knowledge’s slumber will protect all those who,
Are strong enough to admit when they’re wanted
And I was never wanted
My own creater, she said that I was an accident
She doesn’t want me and neither have you
But knoledge’s slumber will protect us
And faith will love and surround us
J.M.J&R
Nov 30, 2018
Nov 30, 2018 at 9:25 AM UTC
Spending Christmas alone, shivering in a corner
Refusing to waste my time engaging in conversation with these lost foreigners
Talk about women like they are an object to their advance
Saying life's next step is at their finger tips, always willing to accept a dangerous chance
Dunked laughter deafening my ears and the smell of alcohol choking my throat
This is not the main reason why my heart breaks for them. Their good works won't keep them afloat
They can have all the fun they desire for now, but if their souls are not saved... They will suffer
I weep over their foolish souls that strikes me down, believing I will be one of them, but I'm tougher...
I spend Christmas alone in a corner... To protect my self from their abuse
What better person to be alone with on this day then the Creater and His word? What is there to lose?
The silence never seems to welcoming unless I am alone and secure
In a blanket by the fire, thinking and reading and praying. His comfort is there for sure
Have A Merry Christmas!!! Its more then just a time to be with family, but a time to be alone...
Dec 25, 2017
Dec 25, 2017 at 2:38 PM UTC
Do you know
You do not even remember it at all
The first moment ..... where tomorrow the creater
Mold my clay
Strange was the rough soil ... no reflection was bright
No fearture was clear
But what happened then?
Then creater ...carve for your heart ...
Then he gave beats to your heart clay
Those beats were witness to... start of the journey
Journey? ... what kind of journey was that ......?
Clay of thirst ,Wearing the mask of prayers , climbing from this street to that
Holding the palms of wind burning the clouds
My Creator your image is incomplete .... my part of meditation
is necessary.
I know ... you heard all this story there
But
Love carve you . ....before me
I heared that artist gave you the mirror and then asked you .... that any difference there ?
There is a difference ... ??
Your lips moved ....... you Just said "Ahad"
He smiled. Shuffle the ***** soil
And on the other side of your heart he grown it like a seed
That was the moment of my creation.
Then you tell me this story
Without whom my character is alone in this story
are you complete without me.
Or ... like me .......... "incomplete".......
Nov 20, 2017
Nov 20, 2017 at 6:25 AM UTC
Why do these memories haunt my every thought? Memories that I once cherished are now those in which they haunt my every thought. Which lays in the back of my head is the memories that I want to become reality but once you have it you wont get it back; second chances are give to those who already had more chances that they could ask for. How do you deal with these memories; trying to replace them with every opportunity you get or do you let time do what is necessary and fade away from those memories. I want these memories to be forgotten. To vanish from the back of my head; nothing good comes from these memories but pain and misery; of my own creation. I created these haunting memories and now I have to deal with them. Being the created of your own pain and regret is worse thing to me. Cause with creation comes destruction; destruction is the end of the cycle. Trying to build a foundation while deep down inside your being destroyed piece by piece; it may last a lifetime but by the end of the lifetime you'll be nothing and have nothing but destruction will remain no matter what.
Creation isn't always a good thing; creation can cause chaos and within that chaos comes the end of it which is destruction. Destruction is a structiure that is broken down to pieces unseen by the eye; sometimes these pieces are more within which only one eye of the can see. Beyond the sight of others to where one can see within where the broke pieces are seen; creation then destruction isn't just a rhyme; to me its the realest. Because this creation is what will make my destruction the reality of my life. No one knows what they create until they see it within themselves. When a person sees the creation then destruction within themselves that's when a person has became their own creater within the created; they can see the structure of who they are become destruction and watch their life crumble within themselves. Probably thinking I'm **** insane; in reality I'm medically sane. I see what others cannot see within myself. I see my creation then destruction every time I look in the mirror; every time my mind takes me to the point of who I became. The question I ask myself every second of everyday………WHO AM I?
Apr 11, 2020
Apr 11, 2020 at 3:58 PM UTC
*A violin plays for the wind,
up goes the bow strumming the strings.
A symphony orchestra concert
from nature is created,
such skill and gifted are the crickets.
A beautiful sound that comes from
a tiny insect the color of green grass.
Don't be fooled by it's beautiful song,
for they are known to eat crops
and leave damages like no other creater.
They are famous for causing
plague in the Bible,
and grain fields to disappear
in a night.
Be ware of the violins at night,
such beauty can bring fright.
The crickets love the night.*
© 2017 By Amanda Shelton
Nov 4, 2017
Nov 4, 2017 at 12:14 AM UTC
For every happy spiritual moment that we ever celebrate...
there's thankfullness and its always so great...
For every miracle that a devotee keeps on telling...
I open my heart and listen to him saying...
" There's always someone by your side...
just keep your eyes far and wide...
He is the creater of this world whom we worship...
Always showing the right way for a sailor in a lost ship...
So great and so sweet is his name...
Who has got all wealth and fame...
Everyone call him Makhan Chor...
He is none other than Lord Krishna...
who wants us to know about him more and more !! "
Mar 10, 2020
Mar 10, 2020 at 11:44 PM UTC
The tiny creater all spotted and red
I tuck him in to go to bed
I touch the skin on his head
"Ow" I say why'd that sting
So I look it up on the Bing
His skin is poison so it seems
Feb 17, 2018
Feb 17, 2018 at 7:07 PM UTC
I am what I am,
I define myself as
Happiness because
Truly I am a joy
Creater ,I am a
A blessing to those
Who seems to loose
Hope in life ,I am
A soul of this world,
I bring nothing but
The best in order
Because I am a chosen
Vessel of the God ,I am
A healer I heal every soul
That is broken ,I am a
Solution to those who
Seems to lack knowledge
Base on their faith and I
Define myself as prayer,
because prayer is my
Weapon to my battle
Indeed I am what iam
Myself as a
Mar 20, 2018
Mar 20, 2018 at 7:17 AM UTC
With the fact that
This young woman
Did a lot more
Than house work
And Imvu
This week she
Proudly holds
Up a star
Offering it
To the creater.
Aug 31, 2019
Aug 31, 2019 at 1:28 PM UTC