THE BLEEDING PEN ANTHOLOGY 147 *CREATIVITY*

THE BLEEDING PEN ANTHOLOGY 147

CREATIVITY

Mother taught me the languages of pen in Words_
Father taught me the ways of sword.
I learnt nothing turns to something_
When something hits anything.
I became a light under nebulous bleary hills_
To light up the world of all at will_
With pen, not of sword_
For pen is mightier than sword.
I will soothe your heart in your days of adversity_
Fear not, it’s the handiwork of creativity.

©JUDAISKY CARES®
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My pen is suave, what shall I write?
The path is dark, it needs some light:
When out of thin air, an idea appears,
The brain reacts and the numbness clears,
When into innovation, the poor soul sinks,
The only breathe left is when creation rings,
The shining star of inspiration,
The languid motive of invention,
As imagination displays it’s cards,
Hello there, creativity sends it’s regards.

©D’MARZ®
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When words are woven in the art of poetry,
We see pages flipping in elegant pageantry.
When arrows of words are shot at sturdy hearts,
We see mighty warriors falling down to the (h)earth.
When tainted minds bathe in the rain of the truth,
We see in their sad eyes remorseful sooth.
When in the hands of an artist dwells creativity,
We see his works marching with sheer audacity.
When Creativity creates his creative creatures,
We are dazed and thrown through strange apertures.

©ABOO_MARJAAN®
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There are several books inside my mind,
One of which is a turning tide.
There are many rooms inside my dreams,
One where I balance on ceiling beams.
There are a couple bookshelves in my head,
One that hangs merely by a thread.
Life planted an empty hole in my chest,
And hoped for something to grow out of it nest.
And when it does,It stuffed minds when eyes is buried on crumbled paper,
Forget me, I stole their heart just as a inker.
Call me a fraudster or a crea-thief,
And i’ll tell you It’s just an act of being creative.

©ZIM’S PEN®
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In alien language I constructed the piece.
In English language I ate at ease.
The language, they couldn’t discern.
The translation, a bit of concern.
I whirled my pen to make something different.
My pen scribbled in new style, cool and not referent.
I create what is different and unique with my bleeding pen.
The creativity behind the composition lies wholesomely within giant pen.
It is either you understand the language.
Or you hail, beg and seek for translation gauge.

©AFRIKA®
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My quill jives a rough Tango
and sometimes bark like an aggressive Bingo,
to speak of a Pen
is more creative than mouth then,
Life has drawn many images
Both man and nature,creativity bridges,
Lives turn putrid
Of what the pen hath got rid.
Crafting worlds and misplacing them
aides the dust to grab God’s helm.

©PHIL’S PEN®
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Author: TaekPoet

Mahmud Sufiyan also known as TaekPoet in the literary world. He is a writer of short stories, a poet, haiku Lover and martial artist.

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