Creationism Poems

Creationism poems bring the best collection of short and long creationism poetry. Poems for him and her and every poetry lover. These great creationism rhymes are so amazing they will touch your heart and keep you craving for more. Hope you find your own deep meanings in these creationism poems. They are decent, rhyming, free spirited and true. Thoughts on creationism are here for you.

Evolution, Tool Of The Creator.

Evolution, Tool Of The Creator. prose poem

The debate has been raging for centuries. Where do we come from? Why are we here? Where are we going? Is there a Creator? We look around and see created things, intricate, complicated, sophisticated things. Creationism, evolution which one is

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A Flower Thief

A Flower Thief short poem

Gather ’round me, man of grace! For a truth I must confess. And if I lie, this sunny day, Let night forever shroud my way! I’m not a liar, though I’m a thief. I stole a flower in my sleep.

Strings And Frets Plucks And Strums

Strings And Frets Plucks And Strums long poem

My acoustic six strings Where have you been A piece of wood a group of strings Maplewood rosewood Nylon steel You even have a gold plating It keeps me wondering So pure so sweet I pluck you I strum you

The Mermaid Loves The Love

The Mermaid Loves The Love long poem

A dawn is approaching, an aurora is smiling, The morning star on the blue stage, With her wet eyes, drops tears that are boiling, But the dew earth gets is free of her rage, Her soul is happy but the

Lost in translation

Lost in translation english poems

What is lost, what did we gain what was possible then what makes it impossible now answers lost in translation questions re-phrased to mean different things feelings are still the same thoughts wander off though I saw a vision and

Chained

Chained short poem

I am trapped in my own little space I am looking for a door to freedom Trapped in the darkness of the past Waiting for someone to unchain me Here in the darkness There’s a thought of what could be

EARTHQUAKE

EARTHQUAKE short poem

The earth shook violently Everybody thought it was an earthquake They rushed out of their homes And took shelter in the open! One Man sat on his bed smiling, Realizing… Knowing fully well… That Mother Earth Had reciprocated The vibrations

Disguise

Disguise short poem

Disguise In our age of awakening Believing in ghosts or devils has become foreign To the consciousness Astonished at the progress of technology Empty minds even can not become devil’s workshop Refused to become But sensitivity realizes that Devil has

Ode To A Sofa

Ode  To A Sofa short poem

As with everything, every time, when the room is empty and all is left bare. Folks who are stretched, re-stretched, are standing or sitting now invisible I ask alone the objects which bared or beared it all. Are you waiting

I Am Gone ?

I Am Gone ? short poem

I am gone ? Life is a joke So let’s die in smoke suffocation Death laughs as I write I try to vent my frustration The life I once spoke Is a car crash of no organization I am gone

My Cat

My Cat prose poem

I have a tiny cat, the size of my fist. He tells me a lot. Since I’d met him – while he’d been searching for his mother’s nipples and I’d been searching for the finite shape and the infinite meaning

There Is Another Dream

There Is Another Dream short poem

There is another sky of brighter days where empty heart has its fill, where another beauty glimmers on the blades of grasses. Another sunshine shoots its arrows through the clouds of a new sky. never mind my faded dreams, never

Why Do You Run?

Why Do You Run? prose poem

Sound Many sounds Living sounds A world is built with sounds Who is speaking? There are emotions Is madness an emotion? The question A common noise Out of the endless loop of noise a sound emerges Can you hear it?

Let Me Bequeath My Fond Memories To You

Let Me Bequeath My Fond Memories To You long poem

Let me bequeath my fond memories to you Before I depart for the vermilion horizon Beyond the deep blue blur where the birds return at dusk… Memories of lazy winter afternoons beneath clear blue skies Rummaging through curious branches of

Love Sonnet 115

Love Sonnet 115 short poem

You made ascent to high thresholds of dreams, Much higher than where angels dwell on wings, And all the cost of sleep your mirth redeems With sheer magic the near-experience brings; You fluttered in my every reverie, As though a

When I am no more!

When I am no more! short poem

How would I know, I am not here? A stagnant period. A sudden fear. Who will open my window at dawn? And snooze my alarm when I am gone. That creaky cupboard and stubborn drawer Who will take my warm

Master Designer

Master Designer prose poem

An accountant, businessman, psychologist, or teacher? Great challenging and responsible endeavors, but for who? What was God thinking when he made you? A doctor, lawyer, Janitor, engineer, or carpenter? All good and noble professions, but for who? What was God

Before It’s Too Late

Before Its Too Late short poem

Her name tells of how it was with her. The sadness and anxiety came with a blur. With little to love and a lot to think The harder she thought, the more she would drink. More pills and more booze

The Caller

The Caller short poem

After breach in tolerance one peeled truth becomes incendiary. Afraid of the known: pitched against unknown. Dying young with stiff upper lip, the grief, was not curtained enough. The malignant spread, refused to retract a name from the epitaph. Greed

Future Signs

Future Signs short poem

arriving to shun that wolf on your blood’s trail, you comb through rubble, tormented: ………………………………………………………………………………………………………… glimpse of fear, fixated at otherness of yellow sin, threatened, panic white, suicide note; now you have come out from your tremors stillborn, sine die

Sans Freedom

Sans Freedom short poem

Love is almost over, Lust has taken over. Lust for more wealth, Lust for more pelf. Lust for name, And lust for fame. Lust for supremacy, Lust for delicacy. Lust for live flesh The last makes all captive Non-availability of

Father Of The Nation

Father Of The Nation short poem

When he led, a nation followed When he raised a hand, a nation submitted When he walked, a nation moved When he spoke, a nation observed When he instructed, a nation obeyed When he protested, a nation agitated When he

Anatomical Pieces

Anatomical Pieces prose poem

Sweltering insurgencies of electric power chords Tribal reverberations of skin-stretched drum boards Rolling and filling, syncopating the noise of the tinkle toys the gutless boys enraptured in the music the anthem Of invidious phantoms. My eyes hurt inside and I

Few Scribbles

Few Scribbles short poem

Measure life with eyes all subtleties And find to what length world has changed Since our early childhood; our celestial bonhomie. Happy days dwelt with us in continuity We raced to all pleasure field under careful watch of parents And

*depression

*depression short poem

There was thunder in the hut teeth clattered under the ground. Handcuffed you walk in inequality to qualify for hanging till dead. I may not tell myself what was happening to me. Moving in opposite direction the bird was able

Angel

Angel short poem

Like an angel out of the sky you came Clearing up all the clouds, the Sadness and the rain So pure and healing was the love you bring I knew inside… (it felt so right) For me I’ve struggled all

Hewitt Cox Aka Brown Bomber (my Godfather)

Hewitt Cox Aka Brown Bomber (my Godfather) long poem

Mr. Hewitt Cox The father of my dreams The hardest working man In the whole entire east Never have I ever Been closer to a 60 year old man We were so close in fact, I call him my best

The Tango

The Tango short poem

You have to know how to properly dance the tango To win the heart of the most handsome lady that you know But just learn the tango to take a girl to bed And you will disqualify as a real

Always

Always short poem

Elders thought that they already knew Things in life they’ve been through They thought they are always right That’s why we are always in their sight Sometimes it’s hard to complain Things in our eyes that are not vain, Misunderstanding

A Peasant

A Peasant long poem

A peasant They called me a peasant Because I go to bed hungry Not just one night Not two nights Not Three nights But night after night after night They called me a peasant Because I seek food From the

What The Fly Saw

What The Fly Saw short poem

Of a sudden, I am alive It came, the curse, it’s me the Fly Realization Of my Sisyphisian plight To search To yearn To fly Ţo die Is it compulsion that drives me or is it a mission from God.

Free Flight

Free Flight prose poem

I am convinced that the “Maker of me” has set me on a charted course For the most part, I have always been okay with the ‘Who” of me But honestly, it was God and my development into maturity that

Hiroshima

Hiroshima short poem

Hiroshima, Hiroshima, Hiroshima The little girl named Hiroshima, lived in Hiroshima, Japan. Just when she was 13. A nuclear attack struck and she said “Bye Hiroshima, Hiroshima, Hiroshima.” The empty glassed sand and destroyed buildings were left, And Hiroshima. She

Live Baits

Live Baits short poem

An autopsy was being conducted with brutality to silence the rising dialogue, pulling out the lethal crunch of scripted history. You want the kiss of a parting grain. A secondhand face crops up in a newspaper. Are you ashamed of

Reality

Reality short poem

REALITY Fear not the Truth Truth may put you down Truth may ruin you Truth may make you the most hated But you feel relieved for not hiding the Bomb called Truth within you which may explode any time to

What Makes Me Smile

What Makes Me Smile short poem

What makes me smile Makes me feel warm and fuzzy inside Like being wrapped in blankets awhile On a winter’s evening, with a merry fire beside. It could be a sudden downpour On a blistering day Or an innocuous knock

Not Died Yet

Not Died Yet short poem

No, not died yet, Destruction, doesn’t mean death. Now, shine is more intense than before, Broken things have more edges than a whole one. Now, light is entering through cracks, Now, no need to be whole again. It will lead

The Wise Man And The Fool

The Wise Man And The Fool short poem

The wise man, and the fool. shall never agree, For the fool, thinks himself, to be wiser than he. Yet the wise man knows, not all that is taught, And the fool thinks, wisdom, can be bought. And the fool

Fame

Fame short poem

It is not necessary to be the smartest To be one of the coolest And it is not necessary to be the best looking To win the most applauding All you need is a good heart And an educated opinion

Perfection

Perfection prose poem

I could never dream of a love so intense, then the love you feel for your children. Until the day your child tells you “we are going to have a baby” Time for me stopped as I have dreamt of