Ideas

They’re here
in my mind,
millions of them.
Ideas courageous,
impeccable, invincible.
Drifting like stars in
a galaxy.
Packed away like books on a shelf,
waiting.
Waiting.
As my pencil hovers
I sift through all
my stars, my books,
my ideas.
I can feel it mounting,
gaining, growing.
Ready to burst into flame.
To bloom,
to explode.
I can’t choose.
It’s overwhelming,
the possibilities soaring high
above the clouds.
I’m ready... but
all I see is the thin
white, blank,
piece of paper
in front of me.

That was a good poem! I think that you always have to start with a capital letter when you write a new line (although I'm not sure, I don't write poems). There are a couple of things that I would like to point out though:

Ideas courageous,

I'm pretty sure you meant to say "courageous ideas" instead. "Ideas courageous" doesn't sound very right to me.

white, blank, piece of paper

You shouldn't put a comma after blank.
Very nice though!

Oooohhh, I love this so much! This is exactly how I feel SO much of the time as a writer! Plus, you wrote it in free verse in a long, uninterrupted flow, which just appeals to me, and it's how I like to write most of the time. I really didn't notice any errors in it grammatically, so thumbs up to that. You have talent, so please keep writing!

Grrrrreat poem! I really liked it and definitly relate to it! That's how I always feel. I liked the unique on going flow because thats how ideas tend to work. One thought leads to another, which leads to another, and that is how we eventually get lost in thought. Keep Writing!!