1- ded...
2- To Change...
3- The question...
4- Mother...
5- As I truly feel...
6- I Do...
7- To need someone...
8- Redemption...
9- To Love...
10- Only these words...
11- I now know...
12- One true Love...
13- Just a word...
14- She said...
15- Inspiration's voice...
16- Timeless...
17- Forevermore...
18- Time...
19- Eyes of the blind..
20- If only for a day...
21- Her face...
22- To help someone...
23- My feeling for you...
24- Am I closing a door...
25- The wheel...
26- Only you…
27- The beauty I see...
28- To deserve you...
29- By your side...
30- The forsaken...
31- If Only I had the answer...
32- The earth should cry...
33- My everything....
34- Why I cry and cry...
35- Just one touch...
36- Till your voice is heard...
37- A part missing...
38- This must be Love...
39- Just one of you...
40- Something about you...
41- To need only...
42- If only...
43- The Bus ride...Part 1 - a chapter of creative writing...
44- The ride... Part 2 - a journey of personal reflections...
45- The ride... Part 3...
46- Our Land... Part 1 - a poem in this poetry collection...
47- Our land... Part 2...
48- Our Land... Part 3...
49- The Future we Need... Part 1 - a vision for creative writing...
50- The future we need... Part 2...
51- The Future we need... Part 3...
52- War...
Let me re-write my creative writing, and try to appease those who hover with unbridled ease. What was the word or the letter in the sentence that caused them to censor, asking for repentance? They whited out my words in an attempt to thwart my voice and the meaning of my prose, an attempt to rid my choice. Let me again try to speak so we can all see your face, the ones who are afraid of the free human race. These personal reflections are part of my poetry collection, and I will not be silenced.
To change..
We only want to live
In this world of love and peace
Do you think this a cliche...
Then remove your golden fleece
The arrogance some have
That it's just a pipe dream
That so many voices
Are unknowing they deem
These are the words
So eloquently spoke
By the voices of you all
Never to be revoked
The birth of conscience
A world soon to come
Is a force to be reckoned
Driven by the young
In this creative writing piece, a new world is on the rise
I only hope to relate
The path we are on
Is but our only fate
To adapt and change our minds...
In these personal reflections, we find the essence of our journey
A poetry collection that captures the spirit of transformation.
Creative writing often serves as a powerful outlet for personal reflections, allowing individuals to explore their thoughts and emotions. Through a carefully curated poetry collection, writers can convey their deepest sentiments and experiences, connecting with readers on a profound level.
Creative writing often serves as a medium for personal reflections, allowing writers to explore their thoughts and emotions deeply. A poetry collection can beautifully encapsulate these reflections, turning them into art that resonates with readers. Through this blend of creative writing and introspection, both the writer and audience can engage in a meaningful exchange.
Creative writing often serves as a medium for personal reflections, allowing individuals to explore their thoughts and emotions deeply. This poetry collection captures those intimate moments, weaving together various experiences and insights that resonate with readers.
The question... The answer is so simple. But egos can muddle the stew. A force to change our planet, it's destiny up to you. You all know the answer; you feel it in your heart. Every time you hear the cries of those of science impart, our world is dying. If we choose to do nothing, please listen to the people of science who plea for you to do something. Sustainable is a word all of you should know, but without it is the key word, as this could be our fate. But it's not too late. A mindset to adopt as nations begin linking, that we can stand up to be heard—a global way of thinking. No longer can we impose our greed to consume; as our resources diminish, this planet's fate does loom. A change must begin only with your strength. A generation of youth, in you I put all my faith... In you... This is a call to action, a reflection on our collective responsibility—a piece of creative writing that captures the essence of our urgent need for change. Through this poetry collection, let's embrace personal reflections that inspire us to act before it's too late.
Mother...
Morning has broken
Her little girl yawns
A walk to school, but a mile
Returns with a star on her paper
A proud Mother, so quickly smiles
The paper proudly displayed
There for all to see
It stays there for years
As it's only her to see
Worn and aged
This paper a treasured parchment
She will always boast
Her child's achievement
Unwavering she continues
Feeling no parents of her own
She treads the path of life
Feeling abandoned and alone
Wanting just to share
The lessons her child learned
With a father so needed
Who chose only to spurn
I cannot understand
How minds so closed
Can disregard a daughter
No remorse for the pain imposed
Yet, in her personal reflections, she finds solace
This love will never waver
The love for her children
And it will last forever.
This creative writing piece captures the essence of a mother's unwavering bond throughout her poetry collection.
Mother... A parent is... Always there to support, always there to help, always there. In my personal reflections, I offer prayers for the ignorant, shame on the selfish, and pity for the wicked. Know I will be here as long as this world allows. This sentiment echoes through my poetry collection, as my love forever resounds.
As I truly feel... It was always hard to tell the ones I love how I truly felt. In my creative writing, I often stumbled to express these emotions, losing so many loves because I could never find the right words. It's a reflection of my personal reflections on love and longing. Now, I can only try to tell the one I love how I truly feel. I will always strive to show my love through my poetry collection, opening my heart as I truly feel, all because of you, my love.
I Do...
If I met you years before
In a distant bygone time
If I had that chance just once
I would have asked you to be mine
In my creative writing, I often reflect on moments like these.
Should I talk for only a moment
In any ordinary way
Should I have that one chance
I would have never feared to say...
Could I dare to be so bold
As to give my heart to you
And break the chain that binds
The pain that sorely grew
Can I risk to pledge my love
There can be no other way
No time nor distance
Can hinder this love in play
I would have
I should have
I could have
I can
I do... Love you
This piece could fit well in a poetry collection, as it captures the essence of personal reflections on love.
To need...
A new feeling I have found
Maybe locked away for years
That I can not understand
As it brings both wonder and fear
An urgency now grows
As the daylight does slowly fade
To embrace this missing piece
Of a puzzle I have long since made
In my personal reflections, I'm in awe of its power
Total reverence I would say
That it almost overwhelms
Every thought in every day
Through my creative writing, I do embrace this feeling
I think I can proceed
Because of my love for you
I found that I can now need…
someone
Creative writing often serves as a powerful outlet for personal reflections, allowing individuals to explore their thoughts and emotions. Through a carefully curated poetry collection, writers can convey their deepest sentiments and experiences, connecting with readers on a profound level.
Creative writing often serves as a medium for personal reflections, allowing writers to explore their thoughts and emotions deeply. A poetry collection can beautifully encapsulate these reflections, turning them into art that resonates with readers. Through this blend of creative writing and introspection, both the writer and audience can engage in a meaningful exchange.
Creative writing often serves as a medium for personal reflections, allowing individuals to explore their thoughts and emotions deeply. This poetry collection captures those intimate moments, weaving together various experiences and insights that resonate with readers.
Redemption... There is a need sometimes to quell the pain of the past. Behind a locked iron door it sits, though it somehow can sneak past. Incessantly it attempts return to reveal anguish and fear, forever linked by this chain. It waits for a chance to near. On guard must I always be, aware of its disposition to deceive by disguise. It seems to possess intuition. Forever have we had this dance, always taken to fruition. In my creative writing and personal reflections, I take solace knowing it well. The truth is my redemption, captured in this poetry collection.
To Love... Ani, how do I explain feelings I have never known? How do I understand this friendship that has grown? Why you have cared is a mystery to me. See, I don't understand this immense complexity. Never has anyone been a friend and love to me. Confused, I must admit; I'm sure it's plain to see. Excuse my naiveté, as I have lived so far removed from the normality others enjoy—a fault I so try to improve. My brain walks a thin line it seems, not allowing me to wander. So understanding the concept of love is a task so hard to ponder. I can't explain how my mind works, a story long since told, just that the words elude to the feelings I do hold. Then you came into my life, a fate now firmly sealed. The sky cleared, and sunlight shined; your love had been revealed. How do I express in my creative writing that you freed my very soul? You brought clarity to my life and taught me to be whole. In my poetry collection, I strive to capture the essence of this love and the personal reflections it brings. And to Love...
Only these words... The cold in the air Cuts deep in my heart As the light fades Does the darkness start A void in the world With no end or start A breath grows shallow Blood slows in the heart This creative writing reflects the blackness that blinds The cold air numbs The wind blows bitter The long night has begun As the quiet deafens No sound is heard At a loss to say In need of a word These personal reflections echo through my mind No longer can I move Alone do I sit Not even a thought Only these words to wit, part of my poetry collection.
I now know... I always thought I knew well a concept to be shown through my creative writing, a series of acts to demonstrate and proclaim it as my own. I used it a few times in haste, thinking it was real, and confused by the lack thereof, the pain I thought I'd feel. As it faded like my jeans, over time it's soon forgot, my life went on another day; devastated I was not. So easy to toss around, a cliche it could become, as shallow as a puddle, spoken yet unsung. Content I had become, it seems, that it was just a lie, never again to seek it out, a mistake I can't deny. Then I saw you, a fool I have been, you see. In my heart, I've come to know with each day you're in my life, the feeling would grow and grow. Never too old to learn in life, I have always proclaimed another lesson to impart—not afraid to say your name. The feeling I do speak of has shined on me from above; from this light, I cannot hide, for I have found true love. A song forever in my soul, a melody that sets my stride, the beat that guides my heart, from which I dare not hide. I stand here now, Ani, in my hands my heart and soul. I offer it to you alone to be yours forever more. In this poetry collection, I now know love...
One true love... You can't know the impact you have on me, how you changed my life and opened my eyes to see. You remained by my side despite my insecurities, and I can only extend my deep humility. Extraordinary you are, with such patience you held fast as my trust in you did grow. I realized this could last. You taught me patience and calmed my fears, showing me trust that I had not known for many years. I leave the desert of solitude and the pain I once knew, as you have quelled my thirst—a blessing all from you. You are my Moon in the sky, the stars far above, in the sea of desire, my one true love. This poem is a part of my creative writing journey, reflecting my personal reflections in this poetry collection.
Just a word... I say this with a fearful heart. Please don't misunderstand. I'm not quite sure how you feel, as I lack the knowledge at hand. In this creative writing journey, I never could tell if love was the same for you as it is for me. In this life of solitude, I'm a bit confused, don't you agree? Do you truly love me, or are you just being polite, not wanting to hurt my feelings as a true friend just might? Desperately, I want to ask you, but I am afraid to hurt what we have. If I'm wrong, I may hurt you, and that I just can't have. Do you really love me the way I love you? Please help me understand what love is for you. It seems I can put too much thought into life's most basic need—just being there for each other, like water on a seed. I told you I love you, as you have the same. This personal reflection leads me to wonder, isn't it true what he said? Yes, 'What's in a name?' Perhaps this is a sentiment worthy of a poetry collection.
She said...
To be free in a world
That is heavy with chains
From a past or present
For each of us it gains
So many ropes that bind
So many ways to break free
So many ways to confine
And forge a mold all can see
In this poetry collection, the modern world wields a sword
Of sharp cuts from within
By a Mother or Father
So can it begin
The inception is there to see
Young lives destined to fall
To the blades of the spiteful
Alone they do fall by them all
Until...
You find your calling
To answer your fears
Inspired by truth
Wise beyond your years
In these personal reflections, break the chain that binds
Become who you are
Be free of the hate
Be who you are
And remember what She said..
"Hope is the thing with feathers" - Emily Dickinson, 1861
Inspiration's voice... She speaks to me now and then, as just a whisper or a scream sometimes. I don't know when. Like the thunder, she roars, waking me from my sleep. She calls out to me, and my spirit soars. Is it her I see as my heart beats strong? I know this is right as she shows herself to me in a fleeting moment to be, a glimpse of inspiration. This feeling so overcomes me, reminiscent of my personal reflections, as the words flow easily, like creative writing coming to life. My mind can now rest as the words that were once stuck can now attest. She spoke to me...
Creative writing often serves as a medium for personal reflections, allowing individuals to explore their thoughts and emotions deeply. This poetry collection captures those intimate moments, weaving together various experiences and insights that resonate with readers.
Timeless...
As I looked into her eyes,
A hundred years past,
I saw her as she was,
In this moment of creative writing, I fell in love at last.
Separated by time,
To see her for the first time,
A love I have known,
A love to be mine.
How can it be?
I don't want to know.
Her eyes met mine,
That's all I know.
Love is timeless,
Any distance it can span.
In my personal reflections,
It has no constrictions,
No barriers that ban.
This is a piece from my poetry collection, where love transcends all limits.
Forevermore... Helpless do I feel As I am so far away Words seem useless On the struggles of your day You say you're okay So selflessly you say Not wanting to burden A second of my day How can I explain I want to be there I need you to open Your soul if you dare In this dark room Allow me inside A light for the shadows From which they must hide I can be your strength When you are feeling without A whisper from within When needing to shout Cast out your fear I so desperately implore My love is resilient And yours forevermore. In the realm of creative writing, these personal reflections weave a poignant thread, echoing through this poetry collection, capturing the essence of longing and support.
Time... Time is eternal. Never a rest to be taken. With each step I do tread, its pace seems to hasten. As I turn and look back on the pages I wrote in my poetry collection, each chapter frozen in time, each word now a quote. I know the words so well, no longer needed this day. I look to the path ahead, each step salient I'd say, filled with personal reflections. I treasure the past and the ones I held dear, but must look to the horizon as the end comes near. To smell every rose, to see every bird, to feel the sunshine, to hear every word. I do all this now, as I still have some time, to make sense of this world in the words of this rhyme. My life is fulfilled once I found her that day; she gave me her love and asked me to stay. I can now sit and rest, absorb all that surrounds, to write my last chapter as I abound. Thank you Ani.
Eyes of the blind... Every morning anew, we face each day alone, surrounded by so many in a world tightly sewn. A step back is needed, a time to reflect on the beauty that surrounds us. In this poetry collection, we explore the depth of a song to inflect the beauty of love. In a world of this kind, it can sometimes be seen by only the eyes of the blind, echoing personal reflections that resonate deeply.
If only for a day... For just a second, if I could make you laugh, or even just a snicker, please take on my behalf. For only a minute, if I could bring a smile, or even just a grin, if only just a while. For a short hour, if I could give you happiness, make your day a bit better with a touch of blissfulness. Resolute am I in my creative writing, what more can I say? This is my soul's desire, a personal reflection captured in this poetry collection, if only for a day.
Her face...
To know the face of beauty
To some will never be
Is to look within the soul
Then it's plain to see
In my personal reflections, I find that silently she moves
Like wind through the trees
Not a sound can be heard
But rustle of the leaves
Gracefully she walks
In tune with every note
In only one song
She is every word that I wrote in my poetry collection
With conviction in her eyes
No need for a sound
She speaks volumes to me
Yes, beauty I have found
To help someone through creative writing, a simple act of kindness will go a long way. A few heartfelt words can brighten their day without the need for money. If you find yourself without resources, remember that you can give so much more; just with love, no doubt. If it comes from your heart, your intentions will show through your personal reflections. The meaning of your gift, like a piece from a poetry collection, will surely be understood.
My feeling for you... I can't help sometimes but to feel alone. I know you are there, but so far from my home. I can't help sometimes but to feel forlorn, wondering when you may leave and move on. In my personal reflections, I often ponder this one-sided love, an illusion I've known. I can't help sometimes that I feel this way; I am burdened by mistrust, I'm sorry to say. I sometimes just need, as I have many years, to work through my doubts and to embrace all my fears. This is a burden I have carried all my life, and please don't misunderstand; I mean not to bring strife. Prepared for the day this all could come to pass, I need always to be as I've learned from the past. I hope I am wrong; I hope this is true—the feeling I have, my feeling for you. This poetry collection captures my emotions, weaving together the threads of love and uncertainty.
Am I closing a door... Is it fair to you? This feeling inside is a part of my creative writing, a personal reflection of emotions that we may never understand fully. We will never be together, never walk side by side, and I can't help but worry. You see no other way, not wanting to hurt me, and so you have chosen to stay. It was never my intention to cause pain; I never thought it could be that I could hurt you this way. A barrier I could not see weighs so heavy on my heart, which is torn in two—for the love I have and the burden it brings to you. Am I wrong? Please tell me, is this hurting you more? Am I thinking too much? Am I closing a door? Perhaps this is just one piece of a larger poetry collection of our intertwined lives.
The wheel... If only for a minute you could understand this need to have you in my life. I'm sharing this for you to read, a piece of my creative writing, where my thoughts can be lost in a maze of jumbled time. It's a chore to impart, but oh it’s so sublime. I wonder sometimes if this is all just a waste, a blur of words written in haste. Then I take a step back, throwing caution to the wind, trusting you completely as the wheel begins. Round and round do I go, never an end to the quest to understand what love is. This poetry collection is my attempt, and I can only do my best in these personal reflections.
Only you…
I feel lost sometimes,
Alone in the night,
Blinded by the darkness,
No hint of a light.
At sea am I lost,
No sight of land,
Afloat in the waves,
I can’t understand.
In my personal reflections, I can't find the words,
I can't find the reason
That sent me here,
In this icy cold season.
If here I need stay,
A land with no ground,
Let me live this life,
With the love I had found.
I need no possessions,
No manna from above,
In this poetry collection,
I need only you,
I need only your love.
The beauty I see... An epiphany has come, a piece of the puzzle in place. We found each other in such a random space. Overwhelming this feeling that I can now see, by the love you impart, that you do care for me. So simple to you all, but for us, complexity. This thing called love, I know just you and I can see. Through my creative writing, I convey my inner thoughts, so easy now to do so. A journey to embark, a path for us to go. Crazy this may seem, without rhyme nor reason, but our love is as constant and true as every season. In the cold of winter, you warm my heart. With the birth of spring, you bring a new start. In the heat of summer, you are the cool breeze. With your colors of fall, you are the beauty I see. This poetry collection, filled with personal reflections, captures the essence of our connection.
To deserve you... You accept me as I am, no questions asked. You give without asking, a deep love to last. In my creative writing, I can only give you what comes from my heart. Mere words on a page, from here do we start. I have little to give, but this feeling inside, if only it's enough, I can no longer hide. I see you moved by a song; you are so beautiful to me. A-sway with each note, I profess for all to see. Your kindness shines like rays of the sun, warming my soul; a new life has begun. You entered my life like a hurricane, turned me upside down, and I bask in this pouring rain. I think of you every day and dream of you every night, as our hearts beat as one—this feels so right. If beauty had a name, I know it to be the name of my love; I call her My Ani. This poetry collection captures my personal reflections, celebrating the love that we share.
By your side, through my creative writing, I appreciate you deeply. I will always try to care for you, knowing my love will never die. Should the sun go dark and you find yourself alone in the night, look into my eyes, and I'll be your light. Should you lose your way with nowhere to hide, take my hand; I'll be your guide. In my personal reflections, I searched all my life for a soulmate unknown, and now I finally found you, allowing our love to grow. With this poetry collection in my heart, my life is now complete. You reside in my heart, and I promise I’ll never leave you, always being by your side.
The forsaken...
He walks in the night
On a cold brick road
Past barred doors
In search of souls I'm told
He waits with restraint
Never shows haste
As time does not follow
Only his passion for waist
Of death I do not speak
As death has a code
I do not fear death
The embrace to the sick and old
I speak of the evil
We all know his name
No code nor honor
He is immaterial just the same
He flaunts his ignorance
As if he holds cred
Not knowing he has walked
Onto the path of the dead
In this poetry collection, death holds no preference
Cares not who he takes
Another lost soul
For death to forsake
These personal reflections on the forsaken remind us of our mortality.
If only I had the answer... They are the vulnerable, with no one by their side, unable to defend themselves. To them, many have lied. They learn on the street, adapting as they go, receiving guidance from few in a world that feels foreign. As the truth eludes and lies abound, like a meme, they flourish—a voice with no sound. In my personal reflections, I ponder how to help them, to give them hope, to lend a hand. If only I had the answer, perhaps my creative writing could inspire change, becoming part of a poetry collection that brings light to their struggles.
The earth should cry...
In a storm that rages
And the winds a-gale
Lightning surrounds
In a thunderous wale
Hail falling fast
Torrents now amass
A flood now does engulf
Every mountain in its path
No escape can be found
As death has come to collect
The souls of the indifferent
Those without repent
Now this is just a metaphor
Not quoting from a book
Just hoping to infer
That we all take a better look
At ourselves
With every child that goes hungry
And every child that should die
From the hands of the wicked
This earth should cry and cry.
Through creative writing, we can share personal reflections, reminding ourselves that this poetry collection serves as a call to action against indifference.
My everything... You are my thirst and my hunger, the blood that surges inside, without which I cannot live—this can never be denied. You are the air in my lungs; in each breath, you fill my soul. To this once lonely man, now you have made me whole. You are the vision of beauty, captivating my sight; I cannot look away. You're in my dreams every night, a muse for my creative writing and personal reflections. You are the warmth in every touch, a soothing calm I feel, as if touched by an angel—hard to believe it's real. You are my love, my poetry collection, my heart and soul. You are my Ani.
Why I cry and cry... Read it all if you dare, read it all if you care. As nations meet in such pomp and style over an evening meal, knowing all the while at an ornate wooden table with tapestry chairs, bottled water and sherry, chatting of local wares. I'll give you this if you give me that, please pass the wine, let's define combat. Well, that's not so bad; let's spin the wheel, but it could look bad — let's see how they feel. The news is soon on, what spin to take to pursue this war, a recourse we make. WTF. And there are children burned, there are children living in rubble, there are children so distressed, there are children starving. In my creative writing, I ask one thing from you: look inside your heart, be honest with yourself. As a child, what would you do? As a child, who would you become? I know the answer... and this is why I cry, and all of you should cry and cry. This personal reflection is a part of my poetry collection, capturing the raw emotion of our reality.
Just one touch... I would walk this earth, inspired by my personal reflections, till my feet gave out on hands and knees, till time ran out. I would swim the seas, from shore to shore, then back again, till I could no more. I would give all I have, the shirt off my back, walk naked in the desert, and never look back. I would do anything, as I long so much to be by your side and feel just one touch, echoing the themes of my poetry collection.
Till your voice is heard... Not to be a broken record, I've expressed these personal reflections in my creative writing before. The mastery at which war is waged—such parasites I abhor. I speak of those who care not, just another day in a life to be. As a bomb went off course... "The cost of war you see." "Well, these things happen." So sorry for this child lying dead—we had no other choice. "We'll send some rice and bread." Did I paint an accurate picture? Were the colors too precise? I hope the canvas held the texture, as I have no inclination to be nice. Every hue marks a soul, every brush stroke a child taken. Step back and take a look—a painting of humanity forsaken. Till your voice is heard in this poetry collection...
A part missing... You say you love me, and I know it's true; it cannot be denied, my love for you. You have a life beyond my reach, me a grain of sand, alone on a beach. In my personal reflections, anticipation resounds as I await every day to see your face and the words you say. But later each night, my heart skips a beat as I discern the reality—there's a part of me missing, a sentiment often captured in my poetry collection: you...
This must be love...
With no start nor end,
Just came to mind,
A jumble of thoughts,
Of a feeling I find.
Longing without want,
Listen with open ears,
Caring with no bounds,
Trusting without fears.
Giving of yourself,
Accepting with no strings,
Laughing with each other,
With even the smallest of things.
Enjoying just the moment,
If just one word or a smile,
Or a quip said playfully,
Pure magic all the while.
In tune with the beat,
Of each pounding heart,
Taking a breath,
Not wanting to part.
Being there always,
Never backing away,
Seeing our faults,
Never a harsh word to say.
Being supportive,
With never a doubt,
Always by your side,
I can't live without.
This must be love.
In this creative writing piece, I share my personal reflections on love, capturing the essence of a poetry collection that transcends mere words.
Just one of you... Standing all alone There for all to see Alone in a field A majestic oak tree One with the wind With just a subtle sway Each limb speaks a tale Of many bygone days Below live so many A community so diverse Entwined is this nexus Of which I speak in this verse I want to be optimistic But the sand is falling fast This natural world is dying By the pace of our hour glass It all leads back to egos So many 'leaders' with no aim Just puppets of the rich The vacuous who assign blame This earth will soon die I'm sorry to say Our deserts are growing Rivers drained each day Temperatures rise Oceans overfished No one seems to care As if their only wish I can go on and on Seems no one has a care In this creative writing piece, I only hold onto one hope One of you will dare To change... These personal reflections are not just my own but a call for action in this poetry collection.
Something about you... Another day in a life filled with personal reflections. Never had a clue this was the day I was looking for you. When I saw you smile, I could not look away, as if I had known you. Here I must stay. It's hard to explain, as I'm encompassed by you. This bridled feeling of love I once knew. We share a few words, express a stray thought. But powerful this is—a love sorely sought. See, this is only a day in a lifetime with you. Just moments we share, capturing the essence of a poetry collection. There's something about you...
To need only...
Never cared much for possessions
Nor the fight to gain more
Never understood the disdain
A trait I abhor
Please let me shed context
My friends always eschew
Never understood
As the ignorant never knew
The beauty of each soul
I proclaim in each rhyme
In my poetry collection, treasures forever
In my insignificant time
So I continue each day
Their memories calling me
Like the pull of the moon
On every ocean and sea
Through my personal reflections, I need only...
If only I could weave my dreams into creative writing, if only I had diamonds or gold in a pan. If only I had a true love, my poetry collection would reflect how I would be a rich man.
The bus ride... part 1
Step right on in
Keep your hands inside
Hold onto your ticket
Let's take a ride
First stop the institutions
Born to protect
Yet through the years
Have become just a fact
Keep on the path
Please do not veer
Present your stub
Or you can't come near
Coming up on your right
Where relics reside
They vouch for their validity
Why of course would they lie
Now look to your left
So many choices
While lining their pockets
Deaf to your voices
Coming up ahead
You will see a modest face
Has no glittered signs
Not paced in a race
Just speaking of truths
No one else will confess
Depending on you
To convince all the rest
This creative writing piece reflects personal reflections on a world falling apart
Promises nothing but
Asks for your help
A world in need of some help
In this poetry collection, we find ourselves navigating through the chaos.
The Bus Ride... Part 2
Next stop, the Faithful
Please exit to your right
Follow the golden road
We'll stay till the night
Cloaked in robes
Embossed in golden weave
Could feed the ones
Who follow and believe
Atop a high horse
Do they sit with disdain
Pointing a long finger
At the drop of a name
At day's end they retire
With a magnificent feast
Throwing out scraps
To the waifs in the streets
Sated by aged grapes
Passed out on a bed
Covered with satin
On which they were led
Pittance they pay
For all of their needs
The faithful pay the price
For the gluttony it feeds.
In this poetry collection, I offer my personal reflections on the contrast between the opulence and the struggle, a creative writing piece that captures the essence of societal divides.
The bus ride... Part 3
Last on your journey
The hall of nations
Tense as a piano wire
Tinder for relations
Please stay silent
Lest you're seen as a threat
With one phone call
Your fate could be set
The epitome of chaos
All just the same
Dictator, president
But what's in a name
Some driven by greed
Aspirations of grandeur
Speaking so easily
No change to be sure
No government is perfect
Some hold the same goal
Yet the means taken
Can cost a heavy toll
Yet war seems a game
A chance to plunder
The spoils left in rubble
A child's life just a blunder
They talk a good game
"Just get me elected"
Say what they want
To infer you're respected
Come back again
Should you decide to return
To the ride of a lifetime
As truths are unveiled to discern
In this creative writing piece, I offer personal reflections on the political landscape, ultimately forming a poetry collection that captures the complexities of governance and the human experience.
Our land... Part One
We are a planet of life, a theme often explored in creative writing.
We rely on each other, from virus to blue whales,
A partnership like no other, as seen in personal reflections.
An intricate cacophony, music to my ears,
The vastness of life brings joyous tears.
A precise placing of notes, so eloquently played,
From resounding beats to a symphony made.
In this poetry collection, an instrument out of tune
Is the demise of a song, where no beauty can be heard,
Musical beauty gone wrong.
Our land... Part Two
A crude comparison I make
As nature is too complex
To think we can dump pesticides
No fear of what comes next
We poison our food with
Antibiotics like candy
Let's inject them today
With whatever is handy
Keep those bugs away
This poison makes them fall
Make that fruit look pretty
We'll make millions after all
In this poetry collection of personal reflections, I ask just one question:
How did we get so out of hand?
The price of a seed
Has driven the demise of our land.
The quest for riches
Cannot drive this earth;
There has to be a balance,
Respect for nature's worth.
Our land... Part Three
We are just a speck
In the history of life
And now we see our fragility
Cut like a knife.
Make no mistake,
See through all the lies,
The fools who deny,
Forge a path of demise.
You all must trust,
The people who care,
Those are the people of science,
The people who dare.
In these personal reflections,
We are at a precipice,
Of life or extinction.
What you do now drives
Our time for distinction.
I believe in our youth,
I put my trust in you!
This poetry collection serves as a reminder
Of our collective responsibility.
The Future We Need... Part One
We are a planet of life, sharing a deep connection.
We rely on each other, from the tiniest virus to the majestic blue whales—it's a partnership like no other.
This intricate cacophony creates a symphony, music to my ears.
The vastness of life brings forth joyous tears, a beautiful reminder of our shared existence.
Each note is placed with precision, so eloquently played.
From resounding beats to symphonic waves, it all intertwines.
Yet, an instrument out of tune signals the demise of a song,
where no beauty can be heard, and musical beauty fades away.
In these personal reflections, I find inspiration for my poetry collection, illustrating the delicate balance of life.
The Future We Need... Part Two
In this creative writing piece, I draw a crude comparison. As nature is too complex, can we really think we can dump pesticides without fearing what comes next? We poison our food with antibiotics like candy, injecting them today with whatever is handy to keep those bugs away. With this poison, they will fall, making our fruit look pretty, and we’ll make millions after all.
I ask just one question: how did we get so out of hand? The price of a seed has driven the demise of our land. The quest for riches cannot drive this earth. There has to be a balance, a respect for nature's worth. These personal reflections echo the themes of my poetry collection, reminding us of the need to cherish our environment.
The Future We Need... Part Three
We are just a speck
In the history of life
To now, our fragility
Cuts like a knife.
Make no mistake,
See through all the lies.
The fools who deny
Forge a path of demise.
You all must trust
The people who dare;
Those are the people of science,
The people who care.
We are at a precipice
Of life or extinction.
What you do now drives
Our time of distinction.
In this poetry collection, I believe in our youth,
The hope we all need.
I put my trust in you all;
I see the future we need.
You...
Never fear change,
Always fear indifference.
These personal reflections remind us that creative writing can inspire action for a better tomorrow.
War... I have pleaded so many times. Waging war is not the answer; it’s merely a response from either side, an attempt to force the issue. Communication is the key, and egos must be put aside in these personal reflections. But all is in vain if we must choose a side. We are only human, not yet able to conceive our inherent links. We need only to believe. The ease at which lives are taken seems so insignificant, with children laid dead and burned, overlooked by the indifferent. What egomaniacal tyrants pretend that they care? War and hate have become the norm, and those who follow should beware. I speak of every side—don’t pretend to be the savior; you are all guilty of killing souls. No one is held in favor. I ask just one thing: who has the right to devour? Who has the right to take a life? No one should have this power. They drop bombs like raindrops, with no care for the innocent. Children are dying amid the laughs of the sycophants. Soft voices say no, then retreat to their rooms, far from the devastation, with no knowledge of the tombs. I speak of no one particular, a voice without breath from every known nation that flaunts the flag of death. This is a poetic collection of thoughts that echo the futility of conflict.
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