Best Contemplation Poems
countless stars scattered
across obsidian sky
frosty breath lingers
when life’s path
was wide and long
our dreams and goals
were one and strong
we got engaged
and then we wed
and opened doors
that lay ahead
and when rules changed
in life’s great game
we changed our ways
but stayed the same
we ran down hills
and trudged up sands
to grasp the new world
in our hands
we brought a child up
to expect
those things in life
that we respect
we basked in fun
and swam through tears
and won and lost
between the years
all
these lines
upon this
page
tell of
times
and
tell
of
age
yet love's stayed strong
the whole way through
beyond that young land
we once knew.
I looked outside my window,
just the other day
As I watched the old trees leaves,
they slowly fell away
As slowly one by one did fall
With no pain, no hurt at all
Just the whispers of the trees
That still had all their leaves
What a lovely thing to see, if only I was that very tree.
What's a necktie
dangling for?
Too stiff, too thin
to be scarf, a bib
or an apron,
Too smooth to be
a hankie,
too short to be
a suicide noose
to contemplate on!
When next you sit
And contemplate
The emptiness
Of your life,
Perhaps you'll muse
Past old mistakes,
Old Lovers,
And their lies.
Too many moments
Slip silently away
Longing for the past;
And moments mount
Against the day
To win the war at last.
With your lifetime spent
And no reserve,
Where will your last
Days find you:
Contemplating the pain ahead
Or lost in the pain behind you?
Stop for a quivering moment
And breathe deeply of the Peace,
Release the pain, accept the gain
And rejoice in its release.
Do you recall the fields of flowers, that swayed and shifted their stance
as the wind swirled around them?
Do you recall the leaves that floated in such stillness upon the puddled rain?
Their orange and yellow glow contrasted against the gray cloud reflections..
Do you recall the racing heart as it's beats drummed rapidly
knowing that lips would soon be surrendered and savored..
Do you recall the night that called out?
Inviting lovers to explore under the sparkling brilliance
Melting as one as the new day sun, painted pink the sky, with it's arrival..
Do you recall the dreams that filled head and heart?
The dreams that fell from fingers, no longer held..
The dreams that chase slumber from the night..
These things I recall, as I sit in quiet contemplation...TAH
PERHAPS, A POEM Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: John Lawless
Contest Judged: 9/25/2025 8:50:00 AM
( 14th Place )
Perhaps the wind will turn today,
or perhaps it will drifts elsewhere,
keeping the echoes of what we never said
if quiet were not already there...
Perhaps the rain will choose to fall,
or perhaps it will hold its tears,
leaving the streets unkissed and all
our waiting hearts postpone in years.
Perhaps I saw your smile at sunrise,
or perhaps the night was weaving deceptions;
perhaps what is gone still lingers
and perhaps we gather more than we notice.
Perhaps, my words are not enough,
yet still I write, in quiet prose...
for perhaps a poem is just this:
a maybe that nobody knows.
Dusk Contemplation
The cool mist settles in
as the sun gives a final
farewell for the evening.
Vibrant orange hues signal
an end to the long day as
the sky darkens.
I stand alone on a hill
watching the scene unfold
as dusk deepens.
My house beckons me and I
will return there when the
light has faded.
For the moment I drink
all of this in, refreshed
and ready for rest.
A Contemplation
the woman
I told you about
was taken
off
life support
today
she is getting
what she
finally
wanted
from life:
death from life
12.18.2013
Surrounded by people, yet alone.
My only respite....the telephone.
Longing for voices, having never heard.
Hearing voices that could only unnerve.
Day after day, they blend together.
One's only hope, they don't go on forever.
Pain and sorrow, that's what life brings.
No three little birds melodies pure and sweet sings.
Cast your lot and hope all is well.
Pray that God doesn't send you to hell.
Old and crippled, where all soon shall be.
Better to die young, wrap your car around a tree.....
When we are young
Only dreams dance in our heads
Lover’s trysts
Holding hands a bliss
Then comes the trifecta of darkness
The long hours job
The stack of bills on the table
The divorce lawyer taking what’s left
I ponder and contemplate
As I sit on my throne
How to did it come down to this
All this constipation
The arch and the gate at the church late on.
At dusk. The path. The birds.
The chiselled lines that tell of lives long gone
And the moss that shrouds those words.
To those who praise
the nation
as supreme -
hear me out.
To those who say
the individual
is the only thing
that counts,
let me tell it to you plain:
what sum exists
without the addends
that created it?
And let me say it again:
can you fill in the answer
without knowledge of A and B?
Well until we all stop
to look around
that remains to C.
Written March 4th, 2016
For the Equations Contest hosted by Anthony Slausen
Desert blown mystic mist,
tumbling sands of roving sun,
shadows tell your passing,
with dunes though never one.
The grain upon a lizard tail,
tale of reptile life,
brushed to killing hawk feathers,
gecko blood on beak like knife.
Soaring sand child seaward,
drop from thermal height,
roll among the mighty waves,
be part of ocean's might.
Stuck upon a surfer,
sliding clean into the blue,
ride a wetsuit hanging car,
shimmer in sunshine, I saw you.
Contemplation of the sands,
music of the travelled few,
captured second of the eye,
poetry's unravelled view.
©D.N.Read 2013
Villanelle for Dr. Ram Mehta
A great challenge and inspiration!
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Thoughts are dancing in the shadows
Thoughts are strolling with the fireflies
Lazy thoughts quicken my resting senses
Cure the ignorance and idleness
Before the great and strong dies
Thoughts are dancing in the shadows
Spry, joyous creations of tenderness
Increase the ideas and mental workings
Lazy thoughts quicken my resting senses
Smells, tastes, feelings and thoughts caress
Neurons of knowledge, visions and sighs
Thoughts are dancing in the shadows
Shadows of creativeness are pure bliss
Compute the phrases into poetic verse and lines
Thoughts are dancing in the shadows
Lazy thoughts quicken my resting senses.
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