Best Contemplates Poems
No matter the frost of a cold Winter’s night
No matter a white laden snow
A season is more than a calendar’s right
It’s more than a snowball to throw
And though there’s a flower to welcome in Spring
A breeze that is kissed by the sun
It’s not just the breezes that touch everything
To make the world’s hearts beat as one
For though beaches beckon to shuffle the sand
When Summer indeed takes a bow
And Fall contemplates on the harvest at hand
There is yet another somehow
At holiday time, yet not checked by a date
A season there is high above
At Christmas for sure but it’s never too late
Rejoice in the season of love
Categories:
contemplates, christmas, how i feel,
Form:
Rhyme
Upon Misty Morning's Fast Fading Glow
Upon misty morning's fast fading glow,
dance fairies on glittering silver wings.
Flying with fantasies flowing in tow
And sweetest joy such dancing often brings.
Above their heads the rising sun awaits,
its morning sun's time for shining anew.
If fairies are seen, man then contemplates,
dreaming depths of that rare mystical clue.
As dancing wings fast flutter to depart,
one ponders glistened myriads of fate.
Sadness beating in dreams of every heart,
with embellished scenes of day's opened gates.
Upon that vanishing flash time cries out,
woe to he that simply waits upon me!
Free living is what life is all about.
Life taking dire chances is living free-
In those windless breezes summer moon shines,
In the deep dark no more secrets to dread,
The grave beginnings we have all kept live ----
Weeping misery and ancient-kept death
The mountains moan, the mountains moan! ---- as babes!
Those creepy-crawly mists fade to fortune;
Wondrous winds in a panting night do tame ----
The fevered child once wan with vacant love
A horn Gabriel shall blow through pink clouds ----
And sleeping stars bring life with bright-night-light
A world to shine and illume all year round;
Broods of good company and simple delights
The morn shall pass and with it mad darkness,
The heavens death cannot roam freely so;
Old Lucifer, huffing and puffing red!
Upon misty morning's fast fading glow.
3-04-2016
First 16 lines written by Robert Lindley
Last 16 lines written by Keith O.J. Hunt
Categories:
contemplates, blessing, creation, destiny, giving,
Form:
Classicism
The copse of aspens quake.
Horses graze and cows laze
as languid summer splays
emeralds in its wake,
low fields to overtake
the prospect's cyan glaze.
Immutable the sun
in lambent saffron drape
above the lucid scape
contemplates the glisten,
auscultates the paean,
the whispering of crepe
as runes the leaves impart
to dulcify the heart.*
*Hexsonnetta is a form invented by Andrea Dietrich
1/7/18
Categories:
contemplates, imagery, nature, summer,
Form:
Sonnet
We come into this world, kicking and screaming, like boisterous butterfly birth.
We have nothing to our names, but flesh and bone that bear witness, of Element Earth.
Copper granules mixed with sunshine and water (amalgamations like boy meets daughter)
an investment that pays off with emerald leaves -
the earth is pure potential that the angel's weave into little yous and little mes
(let's not take grace for granted and make the great father grieve)
... rather let's step up to the plate with dirt beneath our nails and heaven in our eyes.
Everything I've learned, from dreary dreams, tell me it's not a time for sleep, but a time to rise.
For we are made of Element Earth, formed as stewards for the planet
from just a whisper and lumps of granite.
Who can measure our worth? (except the ethereal esophagus)
Are we blessed or are we cursed --- dreaming of sarcophagus.
We are doomed to fade!
We are destined to bloom!
(in this big universe I believes there's room
for me and you and everyone)
But pure potential - though essential - is hard to tame.
What kind of earth are you?
The acorn seed, buried deep, with lovely dreams of growing,
or the famous statue, The Thinker, whom contemplates knowing.
Written March 6th, 2016
For the Elements: Part 1, Earth Contest Hosted by Brian Davey
Placed 1st
Categories:
contemplates, analogy, deep, earth, humanity,
Form:
Verse
"Brilliant Beauty"
eye-candy essence
rainbow hues breathe soft jade jewels
golden shards stain clouds ...
brilliant beauty radiates
God's creation contemplates.
Categories:
contemplates, nature,
Form:
Tanka
'Twas a timeless and starless era of dense obscurity.
But there! a self-perpetuating luminary--the deity:
Being of old, the first around.
No one knows his age... those numbers abound.
His name subdivides into many.
He can be called by any.
This entity subsisted when nothingness was.
Those infallible feet trod elsewhere made not of mass.
Thunderous lighting flashes he emitted amongst the black void--
the boundless space which was devoid
of the natural lamps now in the heavens--
That sky, base of his majestic havens.
This infinite Universe...his realm,
and it's inhabitants, for ever whelm.
The GOD nearest ministers--Angels, Seraphs, and Cherubim
execute his will verbatim.
These celestial citizens reflect the Omnipotent's refulgency
which allows their physiognomies to remain in juvenescence,
'cause they are the Patriarch's offspring--
Spawns of the King of Kings.
The Matrix of Life molded them and respired in those nostrils immortality.
Personal witnesses are they of his unique ability
as the Creator and Sovereign,
whom decievest not, nor feign.
Thier kindled eyes contemplates the magnificent Physique of Jewel--
The Source of Life which radiates life's fuel--
The Energy animating all living creatures
from since the moment he formed their features.
That Glory Supreme reverberates an elegant nimbus with spectrum,
thereof, the resemblance of his glow pierces the translucent city of gold and gems and
electrum.
O' even earth and its plenitude are his monuments--
Planet rich with elemental ornaments.
'Tis him and he alone...the Genesis of all.
So praise and gratitude to the most colossal!
Categories:
contemplates, faith, mysterylife, universe, ,
Form:
Narrative
Oh Vanity Thy Name is Metro-Man
At the gym,
admiring his bulging biceps in a giant mirror,
he reaches for his ever-ready smart phone
and stops to make a boastful tweet.
Driving home, sipping his protein drink,
he involuntarily sneers
noticing construction workers on a roof,
their strong bronzed arms glistening in the sun.
He makes a mental note
to stop off at the tanning booth tomorrow.
At the salon, and after his daily massage,
he lies back for his manscape.
Oh, how it hurts, he inwardly groans,
but as he contemplates how the hotties at the pool
will love his baby smooth skin,
a smile lifts the corners of his mouth.
At his sterile home
with its many beautiful toys meant to entertain
the largest and oldest of grown-up boys,
he goes to his social media account
eager to relate how just today
he broke his personal best bench press record
Before bed, he brushes and carefully flosses
and then applies his special lotions.
Looking down at his manhood, he smiles again
until the thought
of pushing papers at the office
flits through his mind:
Oh the drudgery that I must endure
to afford my awesome life!
July 10, 2017 for the Modern Vanity Contest of Lewis Raynes
Categories:
contemplates, men, vanity,
Form:
Free verse
a girl a child a life of 12 years
a by stander an innocent with no sense of fear
coerced, bribed, begged and beckoned
kidnapped, stolen, beaten and threatened
the thoughts now that run deep through her head
is how soon will they find me or soon will i be dead
he gags her, he ties her, he drives her to his lair of death
her heart, her soul, her mind will soon be at rest
he picks her up and puts her in a cold damp room
shes scared as she shivers and ponders her doom
he needs her so he feeds her as he keeps her alive
so he takes her and he rapes her for his sexual thrive
as daylight draws near and the sun starts to rise
all you see are dry tears that flowed from her eyes
with bruises and cuts and blood from her thighs
she was pure no more in her killers eyes
he despised and hated what she had become
unknowingly ignoring what he himself done
his anger and temper begin to arise
as he contemplates death for this young girls demise
he cuts off the cord from the lamp on the desk
he strangles and chokes her until her very last breath
then he drives her and dumps her small body to rest
the next morning they find her with a note on her neck
saying I HAVE JUST STARTED SOMEONE IS NEXT!!!!
Categories:
contemplates, death, death, death,
Form:
Rhyme
Upon misty morning's fast fading glow,
dance fairies on glittering silver wings.
Flying with fantasies flowing in tow
And sweetest joy such dancing often brings.
Above their heads the rising sun awaits,
its morning sun's time for shining anew.
If fairies are seen, man then contemplates,
dreaming depths of that rare mystical clue.
As dancing wings fast flutter to depart,
one ponders glistened myriads of fate.
Sadness beating in dreams of every heart,
with embellished scenes of day's opened gates.
Upon that vanishing flash time cries out,
woe to he that simply waits upon me!
Free living is what life is all about.
Life taking dire chances is living free-
In those windless breezes summer moon shines,
In the deep dark no more secrets to dread,
The grave beginnings we have all kept live ----
Weeping misery and ancient-kept death
The mountains moan, the mountains moan! ---- as babes!
Those creepy-crawly mists fade to fortune;
Wondrous winds in a panting night do tame ----
The fevered child once wan with vacant love
A horn Gabriel shall blow through pink clouds ----
And sleeping stars bring life with bright-night-light
A world to shine and illume all year round;
Broods of good company and simple delights
The morn shall pass and with it mad darkness,
The heavens death cannot roam freely so;
Old Lucifer, huffing and puffing red!
Upon misty morning's fast fading glow
First 16 lines written by Robert Lindley
Last 16 lines written by Keith O.J. Hunt
Categories:
contemplates, hope, mystery, time,
Form:
Classicism
STARBUCKS AND COOKIE
I sit in Barnes and Noble
Looking at the figure-display over the snack bar
Oh how out-of-place in time they look
Twain
Shaw
Hardy
Dickinson
Hemingway
Have read them all
Out of time
The artist has caught them from middle-to-old age
Twain the Mississippi observer
older than the river
that flame-gray hair
nose-slipping specs
cigar
Shaw the same snowy mass
but older than creation
he contemplates the infinite
Hardy stirs a cup of tea
has just exclaimed
“Wha! Pshaw!
Jude isn’t as sad as that.”
Emily?
Emily sits for an artist
she has a sweater tied round her neck-
those drooping slender shoulders
always protected
but from what no one knows
Hemingway
what’s to say?
he be da man
smokes his pipe
thinking about the slaughter of ‘brave bulls’
“Good fight!” says Ernie
assigning some sort of ludicrous intelligence
There are several more
But I’ll leave them in their mothballs
The question arises
at least in my mind arises
Given their various outlook
would they earn a high place in today’s world?
I doubt it
None of them play guitar or saxophone
The drummer they moved to had an unbelievable
subtleness
I imagine they could get through a work
without need for a dripping drooling bedroom scene
And then why watch anyone use the lavatory?
They obviously didn’t know how to burn film
didn’t need to burn time
Call it imagination
Call it intelligence
Call it sanity!
Categories:
contemplates, life, people
Form:
Narrative
A selfish man protects his family
like a guard,he contemplates the welfare
of his beloved family members,endures pain happily
THEY ARE A HAPPY FAMILY
A self obsessed labor focuses
on his work,pays no heed to others
accomplish task,within a given time, to grab bonus
HIS WORK IS FLAWLESS
A selfish teacher persuades his students
to assimilate the tough chapters,and make them
fathom the subject, to gain self esteem and improvement
STUDENTS BECOME KNOWLEDGABLE
A selfish politician indoctrinates his followers
by his bewitching words to procure their full support
and intentionally resolve their problem to retain his power
THE COUNTRY FLOURISHES
The selfish soldiers possess patriotism,sustain
in the inconsistent weathers,tolerate rain and heat
to fortify their nation,never allow the opponents to win
PEOPLE ARE PROTECTED
We are all inherently selfish,no doubt in that
Showing concern for our family,friends,pets,nation,
But,in fact we need to become the selfish human beings
to take care of the beautiful planet we live, to halt
the wars between the countries,rationing the food
with our fellow beings and to share resources
After all,we all belong to one planet.We are already the selfish men,politicians,soldiers and why don't we become selfish human beings?
This is my hundredth poem.
I honestly never thought,I would reach 100. I am so glad to be here.It is all because of the poetry soup members.So many talented poets are here and I am learning a lot from you. More than anything else,it's your encouragement that made me write.Thank you so much for your encouragement and support...
Categories:
contemplates, earth, world,
Form:
Free verse
In his stern deep expression
and his tender caring gestures
When he is in silence, also in solitude.
He concealed the mystery of love,
beauty, and the experiences
that he had encountered in life.
He reasons as he walks,
and contemplates every epiphany
that had happened in his past and present time.
He laughs and keep walking
as he shakes his head
then retreats as his heart races
panic and fear as his past comes alive.
He ask himself; is it all this true?
What’s going on?
Why are these ridiculous feelings?
He wants to disregard his emotions, but he can not.
Finally …. In his enlighten self debate
He, surrender down at his feet
Astonish at his finding.
Categories:
contemplates, life,
Form:
Free verse
It was a pleasant, sunny day
when the Sands on the friendship shore
said Hi to me
And I said Heidi to the Sands too
The impressions of her pen footprints
led to an inspirational cove
It was all so feel good and refreshing to the soul
There she speaks with understated grace,
her voice calms the waves of any current heartache
Her loving enclave dissipates the hate
With forever positive thoughts
that contravene all negative contemplates
And as I rested upon the Sands,
the alluring, poetic voice that said Hi to me,
sent forth a warm, compassionate breeze
And in pure comfort, I said: thank you, Heidi
This is a tribute to my beloved friend,
the talented poetess Heidi Sands
Categories:
contemplates, friend, how i feel,
Form:
Free verse
I'm the shades of my tired footstep
And you, the fear fills your time..!
Contemplates me, even for a moment..
Before moving away 'out there'
Where the night crawls into the afternoon
And memory begin to melt..!
,
Contemplates me even for a moment:
As a woman floats in the rain,
Wandering on the facades of the walls,
And lounging on the roads..!
Contemplates even for a moment..
Before my shades disappear..
And the distance swallow me..
As a scream of ' owl! '
One moment..,
Before my shades disappear
And become a lake of darkness..!
Categories:
contemplates, feelings,
Form:
Free verse
Rosebuds
Pucker up awaiting
…The kiss of sunrise
The ground hog watches
As squirrels play tail tag
Thinks…..grasshoppers and ants
Are snails ever late returning home
An old cat contemplates
To chase or not to chase
….the tail torments
Late for a webinar
A spider resorts to
....Dining... on the fly
Categories:
contemplates, fun,
Form:
Monoku