Best Pensive Poems
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 that now fly
A wasteland alight once more
Blazing with lyrical score
Melody of words spoken
Re-acquaint new love’s token
Awash in the bluest “Blues”
Dreaming of wishes come true
By: Debra Squyres 2/26/13
Based on the Blues lyrics of Nora Jones:
“Waiting”, “Turn Me On”
“Come Away With Me” and “The Nearness of You”.
Categories:
pensive, music, romance, romantic, words,
Form:
Couplet
.
Pretty precious poison poised patiently personifying passion
Categories:
pensive, pride,
Form:
Monoku
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 toll.
When hate is all the heart see's.
To know tomorrow's book of tales.
Preserve the past preread.
Wisdom know's what must prevail.
What word's must not be said.
Categories:
pensive, introspection,
Form:
Rhyme
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!
Categories:
pensive, 10th grade,
Form:
Rhyme
pensive
sultry night
stargazing
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Posted on April 28, 2018
Categories:
pensive, imagination, inspiration, introspection, sky,
Form:
Senryu
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 pleading
clinging onto crystal clear crevices
as time forever teases
with twigs ~ torn and tainted
oblivious to the tears
of nurturing nests
consumed in opium rain
I've long been blind
to the swaying of solace
entranced by the eccentric accents
of darkness dusted in
perfumed poise
as songs of the soul
drift through
shifting colors of the seasonal sun
like pensive pollen
painting the sky in teal tints
amidst the pain
they carry from the heart
of blue roses
to the arms of cherry blossoms
perhaps these words
float through your pages
like inked nothings
but would you feel
the fragranced metaphors
masking the melancholy
cloaking the chaos
too reluctant to reveal
the rising heat of fevered February
as if the days seem longer
while the moon forever
remains
eclipsed
leaving the horizon
frozen with fogs of frosted memoirs
s p r i n k l i n g
marooned memories
so let this poem be another
r e a s o n
to erase the greyest emotion
breathing from
the twilight tides
of a feathered ocean ...
Categories:
pensive, emotions, feelings,
Form:
Free verse
Pensive in Croydon
colors blazing intensely
lazy day complete
afternoon furiously
fighting for extra moments
Categories:
pensive, home, sunset,
Form:
Tanka
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 jaw drop?
The great, big arms
Spread wide open
Like a pair of ivory wings
To either assist
In advancing
Or eluding,
Have you shared this secret
With another?
Else, it is your intention
To keep silent
And allow time
To take its turbulent course.
Categories:
pensive, 12th grade, angel, beautiful,
Form:
Ekphrasis
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 in depths waiting.
Yes, I will walk, I will breath,
Agog at jeweled leaves with supernatural hope,
That we will meet again
On the other side of Winter.
Categories:
pensive, analogy,
Form:
Free verse
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.
Categories:
pensive, 6th grade, appreciation, poetry,
Form:
Alliteration
those dueling branches
giddy to impress the moon
slow onslaught of night
desperation fades to black
a passive moment waning
Categories:
pensive, nature, sunset,
Form:
Tanka
She is pensive without robust affect
Her skin is placid, her hair nondescript
the artist either did not know her well or….
did not like her much.
She looks almost disgusted
With life? With the world? With a husband?
Difficult to say
but easy to see on her face
Categories:
pensive, art,
Form:
Free verse
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,
the gone years of my now dead innocence,
would not surrender to life's loneliness,
or to its lessons of experience.
Though the isolation that was once my curse
is but a memory which I barely recall;
it is in books that I'm never alone,
and in the writing of poems I feel God's call.
So, if I never suffered, nor was prone;
then none have ever reaped what they have sown.
Categories:
pensive, grief, innocence, introspection, loneliness,
Form:
Sonnet
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 day
I am unaware of holding the pen,
There isn't time to work it out
As off it goes again,
Effortlessly cavorting
All over the page,
Informative, reporting
Things humourous and sage
As I read the effort
My trusty quill has done
I salute this ink-filled implement
For it's the clever one!
Categories:
pensive, 10th grade,
Form:
Rhyme
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 of it all is the point of a pen
The perfect excuse to start over again
The pencil is easy when you need a fix
The rubber you rub at the end of your sticks
But writing a poem is the path to your soul
A promise you make when you practice control
A fine type of writer would probably do
When pounding the keys in a minute or two
But doing the laundry is no fitting muse
For penning a poem in the color of hues
The keyboard is key to the ease of your use
I choose it myself when I shun the abuse
The poem that you get is a fine work of art
A triumph of love when you aim for the heart.
Categories:
pensive, poetry, writing,
Form:
Rhyme