Best Sensibility Poems
He was debonair, full of flare
charm exuded here and there
but she was so unaware
and she let her heart to dare
poured out love and all her care
But he another love did share
There he stood, there he bled
he knew that she longed to wed
all this filled his heart with dread
for she loved the youth instead
This young rival he must shred
Take her to his heart and bed
Walked in rain then took a spill
Jilted, wilted soon fell ill
to live life she lost the will
Passion gone, there was no thrill
but her heart he longed to fill
His love was the magic pill
The she knew love has no age
his hand turned a brand new page
Now that in love she was sage
Rescued from falsehood's cage
Passion danced upon their stage
No one could their joy to gauge
Jade Celeste
This is the story of Marianne and Colonel Brandon from Sense and Sensibility. You should watch the version that has Kate Winslet play the part of Marianne. Emma Thompson is her sister. Marianne is in love with the young John Willoughbye, who is dashing and charming. She is passionately in love with him, but her heart is broken when he gets engaged to someone else. Colonel Brandon, played by Alan Rickman, is an older man who is passionately in love with her but doesn't express it to her in ways she expects. However, when she falls ill, he is the one by her side. He nurses her slowly back to health and wins her love. :) This story is written by Jane Austen. Oh how I love the classics. Sometimes it is the steady, deep, unassuming love that is truly lasting.
I've written a poem on this theme with a different twist: Scent and Sensuality. ;) I http://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/scent_and_sensuality_474084
Categories:
sensibility, books, love,
Form:
Monorhyme
Years have passed since I buried you
beneath green grasses drenched with dew;
I placed the blossoms, one by one,
a blanket for my only son,
you, my heart's flower, blooming fair,
a mother's rose, uniquely rare.
The bitter grief bubbles inside,
rolling hot waves, a searing tide,
dark desperate, wrenching prayers,
sharp, shattered facets of despair.
Anguish climbs this long hill with me,
the crest of which I never see.
How can one stand beside the mound
where love's sweet baby flesh lays bound?
Faith defies sensibility
and blossoms in eternity.
Copyright, March 28, 2015
Faye Lanham Gibson
Categories:
sensibility, child, death, faith, grief,
Form:
Couplet
Joy and
Confusion
What is this feeling I have never known
Burning
Inside me
Is someone prying
On all the feelings
I've been to afriad to show
Am I really in love
Or just to confused to think
It could all happen now
If I decided to blink
Sense or Sensibility
Which one do I choose
I guess it dosen't matter
Though I have everything to lose
Categories:
sensibility, confusion, feelings, high school,
Form:
Lyric
Aesthesia you say, while sense is the moral
Stop signs gone,
let's go on,
lets go further
Your heart, in a state of pathetic deprivation
deprived from love,
from faith,
two souls in segregation
Did destiny plan this?
Were we meant to be friends?
Or is it a test for our sincerity,
to see if it bends?
Never concupiscence it was,
but rather a happy angel
Pouring tears of joy over two birds
kissing like no strangers
Again, I think with a heart filled with optimism
A new heart, filtered, accepting no criticism
accepting to die and vanish with your death
accepting to cry your tear,
while giving you a last breath
Dignity, pride, sensibility,
all crush to the shore
the shore of the love ocean,
letting out the sweetest roar
and positive thoughts all over
in my dead heart
gives it hope, a sacred hope for a new start
Slaughter not my dreams,
for they're yours as well
let us share this life between us,
and on the past not dwell
and if your heart became solid rock
that ocean of love, would melt it,
and within me it shall be stuck
Categories:
sensibility, forgiveness, heart, hope,
Form:
Verse
A duck, is a duck, is a duck.
It’s not supposed to cluck.
A dog does not meow,
Nor moo like a cow,
It’s in its own mold stuck.
A car out of gas
Will not a truck pass.
It purposely remains still
Giving the owner no thrill
It simply will no mileage amass.
Things such as this
Drive clear thinking amiss.
There’s neither rhyme nor reason,
Regardless of the season,
So don’t ever sensibility miss.
Categories:
sensibility, funny,
Form:
Limerick
I once saw a whisper, so feathery and light
Bounce with grace through the crowd fueled by each breath for flight.
I once heard a teardrop with a cracked, broken tone
Pleading only for mercy as it hung alone.
I once smelled a feeling, so bitter then so sweet
And I hoped someone smelled all my heart could secrete.
I once touched the wind; it felt sharp on my bare hand
It cut me and cleansed me in a harsh winter land.
I once tasted acceptance; warmed, filled empty spots
And I asked ‘round for more, but saw all empty pots.
I once sipped humanity, so thirsty was I
When I tried to gulp more, all around me was dry.
I once sensed that something new quite needed to be
Introduced to this world and it started with me.
Categories:
sensibility, change, community, fantasy, humanity,
Form:
Rhyme
Ten thousand eyes will each day pass but not a single one will see,
because the folly of their hubris hides the harsh reality,
and when they walk past homeless people posted prone in poverty,
cold cloaked, they are invisible.
Ten thousand ears will each day pass but not a single one will hear
any proper prayers of the sullen souls that live their lives in fear.
And so they sing their psalms in silence hoping angels will appear,
their sadness semi-visible.
Ten thousand nostrils will each day pass turned up and they’ll all detect
the foul fragrance from a stumbling bum with bubble bath neglect.
And yet their greatest fears are fostered from his foreign dialect.
So sobering, so risible.
Five thousand hearts will each day pass but not a single one will feel
for the burdens borne by a beggar with war wounds that will not heal.
Still they will paint themselves as patriots, American, genteel.
One Nation, indivisible.
Submitted: August 14, 2020
Tail Rhyme Stanza Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Emile Pinet
"N/A" -- August 26, 2020
Categories:
sensibility, city, humanity, irony, poverty,
Form:
Tail-rhyme
As my vision
Blurs
Bending signs
Melting faces
Into other
Things
I won't recognize
I wipe clean
All my inhibitions
Maybe then
I can see again
As my voice
Cracks
Searching
Sound waves
Into listening
Ears
I won't remember
I clear out
All bricks
Maybe then
I can hear again
As my fingers
Scratch and
Search for
More than empty
Rooms and beds
I won't know again
I look for places
Warm and safe
Then maybe
I can live again
As my mouth
Tastes sour
Tastes bitter
Words I can't seem
To spit out
I won't hawk up
Them for them
I sound out letters
Maybe then
I can speak again
As my feelings
Melt and break
Stew and cool
Dishes pile up
So high
I won't show any
I hope my heart's
Not broken just yet
Maybe then
I can love again
Categories:
sensibility, life
Form:
Just because we can't see it ~~
doesn't mean that it doesn't exist!
Written June 26, 2022
Categories:
sensibility, senses,
Form:
Monoku
I felt the need to say
Thank you,
To all P Soupers
Who honoured me as the poet of the day
It helped to blow away the blues
When I read the fantastic news
This honour meant more to me
Than writing this poetry
It made my heart aglow
To think that people I don't know
Read my simple observations
And offer kind congratulations
P S has been a boon to me
Like an extended family
Their encouragement and remarks
Fire my brain and make it spark
Which puts more ink in my pen
So I may try again.
To write another little rhyme
Anytime.
Thank you, everyone
I am feeling overcome
With emotion and glee
For the honour you bestowed on me
Categories:
sensibility, 10th grade,
Form:
Rhyme
We are commonly predisposed
To lack of common sense - case closed!
We seem to have it all and more and some,
Well nourished and beyond, stern doctors say.
Internet mis/informed by rule of thumb,
Well travelled, read, yet so dumb in a way.
So we still spit against the wind, chagrin!
Try to impart wisdom to callow youth,
Apply sunscreen to sunburned blistered skin,
And prefer sweet lie to a bitter truth.
We grocery shop hungry, total waste,
As chips and cookies trump the shopping list,
Tea mug left on the car roof in a haste,
While car keys left inside, you got the gist.
All through our younger years we binge and splash,
Despite moms’ futile efforts to instil,
By golden age we grasp it in a flash -
A smidge too late but of our own free will.
We analyse too oft what others think,
Dissembling deftly that we barely care -
Just keep your common sense and wit in sync -
The rest will fall into place, fair and square.
Last not least, togetherness is our strength,
The rationale we stridently strive for,
The rallying cry to our common wealth -
Bad peace is by far better than good war.
Humanity’s greatest lack, no offence,
Is of much more and some of common sense.
Categories:
sensibility, humanity,
Form:
Rhyme
SENSIBILITY
I'm listening to the sense of sensibility
To hear the response of responsibility
Are you talking about the realm of reality
Let's face the face the functionality
Tr?n Minh Hi?n Hien Tran Orlando January 30, 2017
Categories:
sensibility, allusion,
Form:
Quatrain
Wet paint glistens and gleams,
Reeks of 'do not touch me' aroma.
But you just can't resist prodding a finger in,
Leaving finger stuck, and paint job ruined.
Why, Oh why, can't you leave well enough alone.
Warning signs clear in friend's eyes
Looking down and away,
Disengaged not contacting eye to eye.
But you have to poke, prod and intrude.
Why, Oh why, can't you leave well enough alone.
Sensibility is sensible sensitivity.
It is knowing when and how far
To put your toe in the water,
Before the foot sinks right in.
Why, Oh why, can't you leave well enough alone.
Categories:
sensibility, senses,
Form:
Free verse
strutting his stuff
pheromonal fantasy
the cats meow
John G. Lawless
©10/22/2019
Categories:
sensibility, men, relationship, women,
Form:
Senryu
If love is blind, then what is carnal attraction?
Untuned fidelity can be quite the fatal distraction.
A novel connection conjoins souls between me and new.
What is a twisted nail but a substitute screw?
Categories:
sensibility, betrayal, corruption, divorce, lust,
Form:
Rhyme