Best Pensively Poems
Aloft, the gem was mounted in black velvet skies
A refulgent pearl, surrounded by glistening stars
Cradled in the arms of midnight, it hung as a prize,
as exquisite as a painting, credited as one of Renoir's
Framed by arching branches of a leafless oak,
a sultry mist bowed before the majestic moon
She was partly veiled by clouds serving as a cloak
Her beauty serenaded by the somber song of a loon
Its tune a haunting trill, a funeral chant of death,
for Luna was wounded, splattered in crimson blood
like that spilled by Duncan in Act 5 of Macbeth,
or a rose pricked by its thorns, a hemorrhaging bud
A sudden stillness enshrouded the atmosphere
Swift currents of reticence flowed in a cryptic river
Pensively I gazed, transfixed on the moon in fear
Impressions of her demise gave me cause to shiver
Such nebulous notions clouded my brooding mind,
for the moon was merely blushing while in eclipse
As dusk darkens shadows of night's morrow, I'll find
a golden orb on high, without sign of an apocalypse
July 22, 2022
2022 Marathon Mile 9 Contest
Sponsor: Mark Toney
Categories:
pensively, moon,
Form:
Rhyme
Aster 'Blue Autumn,' summer wanes.
The shining sky of dusk is drenched in splendor.
Tremulously, I watch shadows that arrive
all to soon-to purloin sun's last rays.
Aster 'Blue Autumn,' Virgo aches,
and you're re-birthed from star dust that she cries-
to bloom beneath blue skies until the fatal time
when breath is snatched . . . Pensively I wait.
Inspired by the Aster flower named Blue Autumn
Categories:
pensively, nature, seasons,
Form:
Lyric
She passed away into the veiled sunset;
her one-way ticket...stark reality.
Long nights; adjusting to an empty house
where memories haunt my sleep,
dark shadows flit on walls.
The months go by yet still I ache.
Although in time the heart should heal
with loneliness it’s hard to deal.
The smile I wear is but a fake.
Facing the ocean
alone, I pensively sit
my heart bleeding tears.
I miss the comforting moon
and her reassuring hand.
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Contest: Challenge ~ Write One
1.Epigram 2.Kimo 3.Enclosed Rhyme 4.Tanka
Sponsor: Broken Wings
Placed 2nd
© 6th September 2016
Categories:
pensively, loss,
Form:
Verse
A woman, or a girl,
hooded and hiding,
may pensively gaze down
at the sun, or a sinking stone.
Or a man, not a boy,
neither hooded nor hiding,
may, in her stead, gaze, ecstatic, upward
at the corner of the mystery.
A crawler on the oceans floor
may cling as an ocean crawler would,
sucking up whatever remains
from the feeding frenzy above.
Or a larger beast
may extend its armoured frame upward
and arch its back to swallow
the sun, or a sinking stone.
A jester, or provocateur, laughing quietly,
is surely nearby,
suspended upside down for now,
he, too, will change with the change.
Stones cast off, or scrupulously gathered,
and the bleeding edge of enigma,
may change or remain the same,
we won’t know until we turn.
17th April 2019
Categories:
pensively, art, mystery,
Form:
Free verse
Saddle up! Saddle up! It time to go.
I heard the Sergeant’s call
I held by rifle against my chest,
And vowed to give my all
It’s time the Sergeant said, move out
Let put your boots on the ground
For God, Corps and Country,
I took a solemn oath, I’m duty bound
To the landing zone I gladly went
Then the day slowly began to wane
I picked up my ammo and weapon,
Not a word did I complain
Suddenly, I heard high in the sky
The gunships thundering roar,
I watched with great anticipation
Then felt my pulse begin to soar
Six Huey Cobra gunships suddenly
Bursting forth from the sky
It was my ride to to camp Khe Sanh
Where many marines live and die
Towards the besieged compound
Without a word we went
Their engine roaring louder,
The gunships pilots refusing to relent
When I arrived on the battlefield,
I stepped out and pensively planted my feet
I looked around at my surroundings
The pestilence of war their I meet
From inward fears beyond passion’s pledge
In their hands they held my fate
And of this mortal enemy
Their rockets would not abate
Then I heard the sergeant shouting
I wished the rocket had gone awry
While in this dreary existence
I turned to God and sought a reason why
I dove into my sand bag bunker, I didn’t’ hesitate
I felt my heart beat strong in a bunker in Khe Sanh
And when the sun rises heralding a new day
I’ll strain all my senses, look and ponder long
I never meant to linger, only thirteen months I’ll stay
For strong is the life of which I intend to save
As the North Vietnamese Army surrounds us
Their intent obvious, to put me in a grave
Categories:
pensively, conflict, destiny, fate, military,
Form:
Rhyme
He crosses her lush yard pensively
brushing nervous fingers through his hair.
With eyes meditating on his desire,
their feelings of love are pure and rare.
She quietly tends to her blooming garden
and pulls the stubborn weeds one-by-one.
Drawing near, he keeps her in his gaze.
A dream of vows takes flight chasing the sun.
She looks up at him, smiling thoughtfully.
His heart melts in puddles as he turns away.
He loves her too much to steal her from her home.
Right here with her, he must patiently stay.
She stands and knowingly walks over to him.
With a soft kiss on his cheek, she beams.
He will wait for her 'til blessings are given
though his tender heart bursts at the seams.
Where she goes, he will go.
Where she stays, he resides.
His love is not fleeting.
With devotion, he abides.
By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders
Categories:
pensively, devotion, love, romance, heart,
Form:
Rhyme
Blithe fools traipsing through bleary hollow
Airy sprites in hovering tents shadow
Brooding sylvan fringe shrouding light with her swaying willow
Jaded beams peep through the crenelated steeple's window
Sprouting thickets bristling with spiny tendrils each step harrow
Creepy vermin frenetically scurry under foot from burrow to
burrow
A musty dampness shivers intruders; beneath feet liken's slimy
residual doth grow
Whistling winds hauntingly whisper a doleful strain
Ominous portent overhead; hoot owls continuously bleet their eerie
refrain
Perilous pitfalls surround; ensnaring cracks, crevices unwitting lives
drain
Poisonous foliage ensconses the beaten path distilled with its
potion of pain
Jagged course nearly run; wayfarers enlightened by each
cumbersome travail
Weary itinerants seasoned on nature's, menacing plain
Pensively treading the last mile over the rough, foreboding terrain
Categories:
pensively, nature, people
Form:
Rhyme
For my sins and everything I ever did or sought to be,
Contempt and dying to be clever in unfathomed pools of sadness,
I plumbed each depth and splashed the ether, oscillated shakily,
Strapped to dark beliefs and definitions, all I gleaned of me was badness.
In my heart I hoarded secrets, guarded, gloated jealously,
Something touched quiescent feelings, split the stone upon the grave;
Resurrected dead ambitions with a Lazarus decree
And in doing so, in side-effect, unearthed a soul to save.
You did nothing of importance, so you reckoned pensively,
But if not for you, at close of play, I would have stayed the same;
Doing penance, going nowhere, shooting blanks haphazardly
In a thermos of reflection with nowhere to lay the blame.
In the dusky tones of evensong a plaintive melody
Croons through mazes in my image and exalts together days;
So perhaps, by your sweet process, you brought out the best in me,
And therein must lie the truth, that what we had has worked both ways.
Categories:
pensively, introspection, life, loss, lost
Form:
Verse
Ash Groves
“Down yonder green valley where streamlets meander
When twilight is fading I pensively rove,
Or at the bright noontide in solitude wander
Amid the dark shades of the lonely Ash Grove.
‘Tis there where the blackbird is cheerfully singing,
Each warbler enchants with his note from the tree,
Ah, then little I think of sorrow or sadness,
The Ash Grove enchanting spells beauty for me.”
Wales to me,
Though stranger to my step,
Like the Ash groves on rolling mountains
Blackbirds warble - long days of summer’s smile;
A pensive rover with my Welsh companions
Of Corgi’s, wily terriers
About my feet;
Honoring a Red Dragon, in this land of song
Where songs bequeathed to my heart -
Sung before my time - left for me sing;
In lyrics of canaries free of cages
Rising up from deep shafts of dark coal
Sing out their freedom;
Still heard in voyages ‘cross the Celtic Sea –
Pensive legends of home
‘Cross turbulent oceans;–
Finding rolling mountains to climb
Upon Liberty’s broad wings
To Ash groves of white and blue;
Ne’er forgetting Rock Rose or Snowden Lily
The Red Kite soaring
High up in Welsh hearts;
No more to pensively roam
Through new ash groves of freedom
In this new land of song -
New land of song.
“The ash grove, how graceful how plainly ‘tis speaking
The harp thro’ it playing has language for me…
The Ash Grove alone is my home.”
Based on the Welsh folk song “Ash Grove.”
Song form AABAABA
Part of my family came from Wales to Kentucky and Tennessee in the 1800’s. Their last name was Henderson.
7-2-20
Categories:
pensively, family, music,
Form:
Lyric
A beautiful, colorful day elicits fantasy,
beginning with a dawn of tangerine-hued sky.
Envisioning a monarch’s wings fluttering,
into the sky with poetry I fly.
Lovely mellow noon offers pink quince
blossoming beneath a sky clear blue.
I imagine strolling with my love along a lane.
Romance, along with nature, blooms anew.
Radiant sun tumbles unabashedly violet
into its deep, mirroring, rippling sea.
I picture myself as a purple starling.
Winging beyond the horizon, I flee.
Lucid moonlit night opens pensively
as if it were a muse in a robe of bluish-gray.
One of myriad stars I now become,
wishing from Dreamland never to stray.
Categories:
pensively, day,
Form:
Rhyme
Once the world around me was beautiful and serene
and my life was filled with fiery passion and desire.
But those flames are becoming embers in my memories,
in reveries of a lost love for which I desperately yearn.
It's become such a ponderous burden,
leaving deep scars upon my wounded heart.
When in the gloom of night, I see his handsome face,
waves of emotions rise and fall inside of me,
for when his visits end, I'm left alone upon the shore.
With haunting thoughts of all that we once shared,
I wake with lingering images of being held in his arms.
Never have I been willing to accept the emptiness I feel.
Pensively, I search the horizon expecting him to appear.
It’s with misplaced hope that I imagine him there.
I walk the beach at dawn and to the ocean I confide
my wish to be with him, if God would close His eyes.
Hindered by knowing it's not the course I should take,
but feeling as though I'm drowning within an abyss,
A bottomless pit from which I will never escape.
Once, there was a great love, yet sometimes it seems
it was but a dream, and now all traces of us are fading,
for each time I draw his name with mine in the sand
the tide rushes in and quickly washes them both away.
October 19, 2022 ~ A Poetry contest by JCB Brul
Inspired by a song ~ Once There Was A Love
Categories:
pensively, lost love,
Form:
Free verse
Silently, pensively, I watch the crystal waters from above.
The air is crisp, and the sun is warm as the birds sing their tender, sweet songs of love.
I can feel the mist dancing up from the waves.
Surrounding me fully, their symphony I crave.
The rocks are shining beneath a surface of green.
Such breathtaking beauty very few have seen.
The grasses sway gently to and fro,
And I feel the magic continue to grow.
Some say that Heaven lies far from here,
But to stand by the water, one would swear it was near.
The people who come here, so euphoric they quiver,
When they behold the sites of the Colorado River.
Categories:
pensively, happiness, inspirational, nature, peace,
Form:
Rhyme
While looking in the mirror today,
he was waiting there for me again.
The hair now yellowing in the gray,
no trace of the tint it once had been.
The boyish grin always in its place,
still there, but now pensively reserved.
That twinkle – sparkle, the interface:
gone now. A fate never well deserved.
Realtime, layers thickly on dreamers.
While the sands fall quietly in vogue.
What will be -- is always the schemer,
while time in itself provides the mode
Why then do we not like what we see?
In the broad scope “what will be, will be"
Categories:
pensively, allegory,
Form:
Sonnet
He’d had a hard life, with lots of worries and many medical bills to pay
It all started he said, when his wife became ill, on that sad, spring day in May
He tried to keep it all together for her, so she wouldn’t have to worry
She was so sick and frail, then her mind slowly became very blurry
She hung on for her life, but over time her memory slowly began to fade away
“It was such a long hard time”, he said, “Then an Angel took her home on a warm July day”
My heart was breaking as I pensively sat, listening to him quietly talk
With tears in our eyes, we sat together, then I asked if we could go for a walk
“People always pass me by,” he said, “As if I’m not even standing there”
“You’re the only one,” said he, “Who’s taken the time to even show you care”
“I don’t want their sorrow or pity”, he said, “Just some friendly care and love”!
“I lost my wife and my life, when an Angel took her from above”
“Never a tear in their eyes, or a friendly smile, never offering to lend a hand”
“What if I was an angel?” he said, “Sent from God and no one lent me their hand”?
After we left that cafe on that hot day in September
I found a tiny emblem of an angel in my jacket pocket Something he must have left for me in order to remember
Let this be a real good lesson to all of us, as a test of our brotherly love
You never know if that homeless beggar is an angel sent from above
I always think this to myself whenever I see a person in need
“Are they an angel unaware looking to me for a helpful deed”?
Stop and listen to the call you hear, the one your heart’s been given
Help those you see, take up their cross help them while you’re still living
Whenever passing by someone you see in need, try to let go of your greed
Stop and heed your heart, give them a hand and do them a helpful deed.
It’s been three weeks now, since I’ve seen Sam standing on that street
I've been so worried I stopped and asked many others that I meet
“Has anyone seen that man named Sam, who stands alone on this corner”?
When no one seemed to know, I asked my friend, that small café owner
He told me that he’d seen Sam just the other day
“It seemed odd”, he said, “But he never even looked my way”
A couple days later, I happened to read a short story in our local news
It told of a homeless man named Sam, where they’d found only his clothes and shoes
Categories:
pensively, angst, caregiving, devotion, faith,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
Join me in making our planet our safest haven!
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You may be wondering what I am pensively looking at that far!
It's the new world where I want to take you from where we are!
It's a place where the weaker you are, you deserve more care!
If you are strong, in looking after others you have bigger share!
We see too many who want to grab a lot to satisfy their greed!
While they gorge with that glut, they deprive ones in real need!
We talk a lot now about the special people with special needs!
But there is so little of what we say that shows up in our deeds!
Unlike the wild jungle now that favors the survival of the fittest!
My people will believe that the frailest of us get the cosiest nest!
You would not yet find my visionary land at this time and place!
But we can put it all together here without venturing into space!
I feel sad why what I wish to happen soon looks far and distant!
Yet it can come closer and happen tomorrow if we've the intent!
Would you like to join me in making our planet our safest haven?
To get there we just need the will; neither a guru nor any maven!
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The best place for a poem to live is in the heartbeats of those who love it!
Blessed are the poets whose verses are read, not on papers they just sit!
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Categories:
pensively, care, desire, dream, imagination,
Form:
Free verse