Best Pensiveness Poems

She left me enlightened
With her “Heart’s Imagination”
Taught me about love
In the ink of “Melting Point”

She gave me a whisper of insight
Within the breath of “O April”
And sang to my soul and spirit
On the wings of “Germination”

She colored my heart in hues
Of lavender with her psalms
Who...

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The pensiveness of the sky
is broken by the cry of a crow,
by trees distilling intimacy
and moist, vibrant expectancy.
Violets, ferns, and birches
share life-giving vapors.
The chalk-bleak horizon
and pungent, poignant odors
whisper sonorous secrets.
The visitor is enveloped
in this pithy, soulful world,
all cells saturated
with a suggestive sustenance....

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Before you sleep take my last breath from my soul
For I weep from the pain
A pain so pensiveness it withers my insides away
I have lost you in a place I felt safe, now I’m surrounded by dust and fog nearly blinding my eyes
I’m scared and...

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On the sandy knoll he stands, a solitary, forlorn figure gazing at the sky. It’s a clear night, and hundreds of stars shimmer like fireflies pinned to the firmament. His eyes fix on one of them, a twinkling pinpoint near the center that seems to...

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She smile at me and my good looks appear

Her teeth beautifully arrange in the same bright and white of eyes

She make her curvy walk on the street, and her untainted pensiveness transform the place to the street of gold

Her steps signal an aura of confidence...

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The day the songbird came 
the sun shone between showers. 
The silence was perforated 
with melodious euphony, 
the day the songbird came. 

The day the songbird came 
our melancholy was lifted 
with his tunefulness, 
his brightness lit our darkness - 
the day the songbird came....

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I've given myself some ideal times to reckon.
My musings meander for no apparent reason
I don't settle what to predict on the challenge.
Where I'm being idling within the lucid adage,

Notwithstanding, it is thus somewhere out there.
With his pensiveness perfectly elsewhere,
It's likely the case that this would...

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Though a wimpy, tiny, and puny
(smaller than a breadbox) Ogre
whereat my portable minuscule
fingerhut size adobe abode ex
posed to Strunk and White raw
grammatical elements of style,

I counted Flip (Wilsonian) view,
to camouflage myself anytime
and anywhere as significant add
vantages. The obvious down side
(i.e. severe limitations to pull off

major...

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There's still light down this glistening black road,
a path to travel with the moon shining by my side.
Much like my own way, for some time greatly shadowed -
and yet something shows the way for this quiet ride.

The steadfast celestial guardian ever watches me,
even when its...

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The little window that overlooks
Those wild wooded acres beyond it
Has now a flimsy layer of mist 
Upon its translucent glass panes
And whiter seem the snow covered woods.

Etching with soft fingers upon the glass
Makes visible a bunch of wild roses
Frosty dew-kissed redness nudging the walls
Near the...

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Naked, soul served out
on the Ax murder’s lawn
pulsating in death’s hesitation.

Cracked at the crevasses
visions of red
engulf the air
waiting, waiting
waiting for a rush of purple
grey madness to terminate 
the perplexing edge of time. 

I am at my soul’s wits end
hoping to grasp a very 
smooth corner...

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IMAGINATION TAKES HOLD
Like chrysalis asleep,dreaming of
its wings await intellectual recreation
and active benevolence which brings
wisdom & blessedness.Such does
the future promise in the range
of high arts,parcelled out in shades
of pensiveness by the ticking of
the clock as imagination takes
hold and abides in perfection.
Letters of Samuel Palmer 1891

EVERY DAY
Dream...

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Could it be the state of tranquility 
Despite the times they are being loquacious
Or this event of serendipity
For meeting this person quite so gracious

Is it his presence is a sweet lagniappe
Or their bond that caused an epiphany
The fact his absence feels like a cold snap
That...

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At the time of my decision later in life,
I was not a neophyte nor did I experience
an inhibition in using my paints and brushes.

I had loved to draw since I was a child-
mostly enthralled to express dolorous scenes
like that of the Virgin Mary with baby...

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I take an unhurriedly walk
through the virgin forest
with paths fully covered with brittle leaves,
its trees emit mournful laments
to protest its anguishing fate until spring arrives
and transforms their dullness
into a liveliness loved by a novelist;
and walking farther, I spot a red-tailed hawk
that built his nest amid...

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