This isn’t just a poem about creativity; it’s a poem *for* creativity. The intention here is to welcome something new into your life, into your work, into your relationships. So you can create with delight and ease, and without having to force it.
“In the end, she became more than what she expected. She became the journey, and like all journeys, she did not end, she just simply changed directions and kept going.” — R.M. Drake
I wrote this poem about creativity because I decided to stop forcing and start receiving. I wanted to stop forcing my creativity into the world. I wanted to stop rushing all the time.
So I chose the present moment, as fully and openly as I could, just as it is. Just because I wanted to feel alive again. I wanted to feel inspiration sweep through me; I was sick of striving, and I wanted to fly instead.
This is the spirit of creativity: opening, allowing, experiencing without fighting for anything.
I wanted to remember how abundant I am because I am alive, so I wrote this poem about creativity. Creativity, as I know it, puts me in the perfect position to express how lovely it is to be alive. And there’s no greater feeling than to be in love with life.
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A Poem about Creativity
All I want to do is delight—
Throw the mask off,
Not care and not worry,
Not explain what I mean nor
Define what I do.
Just be whatever I feel like being.
Just relish in the energy of this moment.
I want to be so alive that
I feel like the moon,
Throwing tides just for fun,
Creating because it’s what I’m
Here to do.
I want to love the color orange,
Just because it craves delight too.
I want to cry because
I’m so in love with the miracle of
I don’t want to feel like I’m
I want to try and feel like I’m
I want to write the poetry,
Read the poetry, and
Breathe the poetry.
I want my life to be a
Messy mosaic that even I
Can’t help but fall in love with.
I feel the winds of fury
Blowing through me.
Even my bones are smiling.
I hear my veins pulsing with
Desire, like branches
Dancing in the breezes.
Wildflowers are waving and
The ocean blossoms with a new idea.
Crazy and beautiful is
How I want my life to feel.
Let it be. Let it be.
I write to be free.
I read to tap in.
I absorb the poetry.
And so it shall be.
And now I am this energy.
. . .
Which part of this poem is your favorite?
Tell me in the comments. I read every single one, and I’d love to know!
Create. Create. It’s what you’re here to do.