Creativity Poems
The Bothy
by Kirsten Moreton
This poem was inspired by scots poems and is about inspiration that can be found in nature. I saw a visitor's book from Corrour Bothy from the 1930s which was the catalyst of inspiration for this poem.
Some translations for non-scots understanding readers:
Bothy - small remote shelter for hillwalkers
Braw - if something is braw it is good
Bonnie - pretty
Baltic - freezing
Dreich - dull
Drookit - drenches
Burn - small river
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The idle child
by Sanjana N J
Gratitude knots in my throat.
I am surrounded by the bounty of her sacrifices, yet I let it slip through my fingers.
My heart aches with the weight of her expectations, each one a burden I fail to shoulder.
I am the idle child in the garden of plenty, the squanderer of every gift bestowed upon me.
A Reason To Smile
by Bharati Nayak
Every time
A sigh transforms
A lamentation changes
To a flower
And fills the white paper
The vacuum
No more remains a vacuum
The beautiful angel surrounds a soul
The fragrance escapes to cosmos
The pulse and beats
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A Poem - 01
by Subhas Chandra Chakra
To write a poem
Is a task-
Not so easy as making a cup of tea
Nor so difficult as breaking a fence
To set a prisoner free.
But it is as good as breaking a way
Into the most mysterious cave
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A Poem (Haiku) - 009
by Subhas Chandra Chakra
A poem is a lover's call
Across the timeless river of death separating
the beats of life from the loving hearts.
The Bothy
by Kirsten Moreton
This poem was inspired by scots poems and is about inspiration that can be found in nature. I saw a visitor's book from Corrour Bothy from the 1930s which was the catalyst of inspiration for this poem.
Some translations for non-scots understanding readers:
Bothy - small remote shelter for hillwalkers
Braw - if something is braw it is good
Bonnie - pretty
Baltic - freezing
Dreich - dull
Drookit - drenches
Burn - small river
......
The idle child
by Sanjana N J
Gratitude knots in my throat.
I am surrounded by the bounty of her sacrifices, yet I let it slip through my fingers.
My heart aches with the weight of her expectations, each one a burden I fail to shoulder.
I am the idle child in the garden of plenty, the squanderer of every gift bestowed upon me.
The last original idea
by Thomas Gallagher
There will come a day when the last original idea is birthed
An immaculate conception
Unlike so many others in it’s time
It is a beautiful thing that needs space to grow
And it sings like no bird before it
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The Epic of Creativity
by Peter Dr Lim
Epiphany
Civilisation will collapse
without creativity
which is the torch that lights up
the mind in its poised trajectory
to realms untrodden and unknown
beyond the highest mountain and sea
joys and tears, and brokenness it highlights
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The Topic That Chose Me Today
by Jake Wills
The topic that chose me today was African Elephants.
Unbidden,
they came
from depths unknown —
I did not plan to ponder Elephants,
and I certainly didn’t intend to write about them.
Yet here they are,
grand, gray, glorious,
trumpeting
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