Best Pensive Poems

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Pretty precious poison poised patiently personifying passion...

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Pensive Blues 

Unwrapping a mellow chord
Repeated words one affords
Flowers awaiting new bloom
Find Blue’s infusing the gloom

Waiting upon stars falling
Across the sky of wishing
An arched conduit of light
Opaque in harmony’s flight

Catching each note expecting
Lovers’ moon unquestioning
Rhythm extinguishing flame
Silencing slashes of pain

Ember’s etching on the sky
Kindled visions...

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When heaven's earth knows it's rebirth.
Horizons fade away.
In passive penance we learn to love.
The place where we must stay.

Aglow with peace that's from within.
The day's freely unfold.
With answers that never begin.
Rewarding, but withhold.

Thoughtful dreams to fill the soul.
Requainting mystic memories.
They will start to take their...

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My pen is having an off day
It refuses to write
It didn't consult the hand
To ask if this was alright
The hand said the pen
"You are such a pain."
Who do you think you are?
You are not the Brain!...

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pensive
sultry night
stargazing



AP: Honorable Mention 2020

Posted on April 28, 2018...

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Pensive in Croydon
colors blazing intensely
lazy day complete

afternoon furiously
fighting for extra moments...

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p e t a l s
fall like shooting stars
when windswept willows
w h i r l and wave
weeping no more~
veiled in volatile violets
emanating angst
of a spirit abandoned
within an abyss of seething scars
still bleeding
             yet...

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Pensive Walk

Autumn winds are sorting;
Some limbs this day are cracking, falling,
While there are those that split and cling
Green cored, they do not break but bend.
And I will walk and walk and shuffle
Through wooded leaf cushioned paths,
Believing these will be seen again where
Tall cannas, sunflowers, sleep...

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Reflecting now while in my solitude,
     I consider the childhood of my past,
and find myself now lost in pensive mood;
     for all good things do end, and never last.
O! that the boyhood of my happiness,
  ...

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I write poetry,
Simple poetry,
As simple as can be,
My grammar isn't hot,
Or my punctuality.
Sometimes I find it confusing,
When my pen flows easily,
It takes on a life of its own,
Taking control of me.
It has a sense of purpose,
As it scribbles away,
The content and message
Become as plain as...

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How pensive the poet who writes by the pen
The stubbornness found in the gender of men
The tortured young male who lives in the past
Who probably purchased some “white-out” at last

You probably think when you suffer and ache
That writers improve when they make a mistake
The point...

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those dueling branches
giddy to impress the moon
slow onslaught of night

desperation fades to black
a passive moment waning...

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Perpetually praising poet's perforce presence,
particular poets persevere penniless, proudly,
people present peonies, prizes,
poet's perennial prose, poesy,
pacific, provocative, purposeful,
painstakingly perfected, promising,
poet's prolific in populace,
platinum pens poised,
paper primed, persnickety,
pensive pinnacle power of poetic peace,
and posterity....

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Pensive

I am a writer and artist with aptitude in business and computer skills.

I am a wife, mother of three, grandma of five, and sister to a brother.

I love opera, visiting museums, and sightseeing old, historical places.

I feel apprehension, distress, grave concern for our future generations.

I...

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My eyes
Inseparably focused 
On the plain, colorless canvas
And yet
Still ideating
A bright, elucidating palette,

The golden curls
Falling over the strong, pensive face
Shown glancing 
At something unseen,

“Oh,” I wonder,
“What might it be that fixates you so?”
Do you heed caution?
Perhaps an undisclosed epiphany?
Or is it fear
Which makes your broad...

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