Cogitate Poems | Examples

Absurdity

Blooms that I see today fade the next day.
Green leaves turn yellow. They dwindle and fall.
Fruits that are ripe fruitlessly find decay.
Nature stands alert to an unknown call.

The flora and fauna feel paranoid.
Curiously, creatures here cogitate.
By expirations, nature is annoyed.
Every being confronts the games of fate.

I search for the sense of my existence.
What's the purpose of my life here on earth?
Against aches, I've my innate resistance.
Will there be, after this life, a rebirth?

Where, when all is said and done, will I go?
Like dried leaves, with the wind, will my soul flow?

personal question

Do you want to cogitate it? He asks me.
How did he know I do that?
I was not cognizant of this myself.
There is relief when I look up the word cogitate.

Do you want to Cogitate it

Do you want to cogitate it? He asks me.
How did he know I do that?
I was not cognizant of this myself.
There is relief when I look up the word cogitate.

Breathing New Life into a Classic

  ~ Cogito, ergo sum. ~

        I cogitate ere
           I go to
        Wherever I am

A Recent Change Of Mind

That stiff-neckedness; that boulder-like stoneness
The so-called track-travel; that perfection-proneness
The 'looking-down-upon' others as backboneless
That sharp surety of sheer, shadowless shallowness
All came to a standstill like a train on a halt.
I felt something stopping my voluntary vault.

'Take it easy'—I heard the inner self prompting.
'There's a need for reciprocating and bonding.
Perfectionism has high streams of expectations.
Thoughtlessness fills and fixes all fluctuations.
Critical, unrealistic ruthless morals
Leads to my depression, unmet goals, and laurels.

Fear, failure, procrastination, low self-esteem
Nullity and nothingness enter a clear stream.
Like a wounded dove amidst vultures, I suffer.
The environmental zeitgeist turns stone tougher.
I should be calm, cool, and consciously cogitate.
To follow out, I must mindfully meditate.

Thus, like a serene, solemn stream searching the sea
I plunged into the hunt for my lost true 'me.
Shedding that glittering gift-paper-wrapped spirit
And securing a supple self to my merit
This change of mind has now taken on newer roots.
In my thoughts, words, and deeds, bringing abundant fruits

A Rooftop Repose

his day is almost done.
a tranquil getaway, 
yet still at home.
his solitude 
couldn't be more divine.
a rooftop repose; 
his perfect place 
to cogitate, to commune 
with ghosts of the past.
it's where 
he watches the infinite stars;  
ever so visible at twilight.
it's where 
he looks at the vast sky.
the flight of birds from there,
so captivating.
the whirring zephyr on his skin,
the rustling of trees 
so crisp;
nectar from the gods. 
daily hustle and bustle 
muted at dawn.
up on the rooftop
everything is amplified.
a most welcome respite;
his cloud nine.


Writing Challenge - V words - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France
Theme of choice: Vast
Date written: 04/21/2023

Inward Vouchsafe

Acquaintance  
  harmonize
    praise
       optimize

&aspire

       serenity 
    convey
  bestow
believe

&bolster

perceive
  perform
    poise
      persuade

&persevere

        aplomb
     support
  sensation
nurture

&cuddle 

magnify
  maintain
    manage
      mediate

&motivate

       cogitate
     handle
   heave
 hoist

&hone

select
  alternative
    celebrate
      compete

&connect

       vanquish
     reconcile
   venerate
 graciously

&vouchsafe

chivalrously 
    weave
      weep
        whisper

&withstand

        unbuckle
     reveal
   understand
to untangle

&utterly 

1st place contest winner 

Written: March 08, 2023

Strand Premier No 1096 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand

Didactic Delectation

Adonai authors all,
anticipates all,
altruistically acts,
accomodating* acrimonious aliens,
allowing adoptive access.

Beloved bestows blessing,
begetting bliss,
birthing born-again believers.

Creator conveys
captivating covenental communiques;
creatures cogitate,
construct creedal confessions.

Divine drama,
documented,
drives doctrine,
develops delighted disciples
drinking deeply,
delivering doxologies.


* in the sense of reconciling

Home, Hearts and Seagulls

HOME, HEARTS,AND SEAGULLS 

Home to the heart of me
Never in violins, never in clouds

But always in smoky blue skies
Above seas spinning white waves of foam

Sunsets never let me down
Evenings always bring me peace

Moonlight and pagodas rest my eyes
Home nearer to the heart of me

Sincerity differentiates lovers' hearts from fools 
Not for everybody but those who cogitate life’s beneficence

Home, hearts, seagulls and summer breezes
Are things that bring home closer to my heart 

Never deny the heart is where home is.

Space Waves

waiting 
     milky Way 
  eyes
      riding 
  shooting star

  choosing 
    hallucinations
  tumbled 
 from modicum 
   heart
 scattering 
  under light 
   &blood red moon

 grasped?
   defying 
  lookup
 remember
   stars are
lost dreams
   &gazing 
    back 
 at you

  yet
  mourns
each stolen
   soul
 crying 
    muted
 again never
    cogitate on
 dawn
   nor
   sun lentigines

   expectations 
      enters two
  shades:
     torment
  &fear
       black 
  for isolation
      red
        for blood
&Intoxication

Written: Sep 12, 2022

A Brian Strand Premiere Choice Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand

NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE   using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
Copyright © Brian Strand

False Interpretation

Depletion of interchanges and expressions of information  thru verbal networking  is it the key? Misconceived and lacks freedom  of one's expression in many ways of involving oneself often misconceived through speeches,
feelings, ideas and opinions,  language barriers. Cogitate on the past, consider the
present and meditate on the future, Without
verbal communication one wouldn't function as thinking beings.

I Rose

Several years ago today
They reckoned me unbefitting for their ears
Per the yardstick of the day
Their percipience was disparaging
But still I rose

By their clairvoyance I was infecund
Plainly no reason to cogitate about me
For they could not glimpse any merit in me
Fate was for me to be unremembered
But still I rose

Like a seed that sprouts and becomes a big tree
I rose
Like a prolific plant that bears great fruits
I rose
Now with relish they can eat my fruits
And realize the mistake that they did
For in spite of all that, I rose.

In the Mirror of Life

As I stand mindfully, facing mirror of my life,
Juxtaposition of yesteryears’ reflections revive 
Mountains of grief and valleys of despairs,
Heartwarming wins and heartbreaking losses,
Echoes strumming joy and shouts in the void;

Thinking of plans shelved, dreams deferred,
Tears of rejoice and bawl of lonesome cries,
Past of dawns darkening on nebulous skies,
Cheerful episodes evoking days of sunshine
Ambivalent in discourse of seasons gone by;

Distraught in endeavors strived, but failed,
Overjoyed in laudable, worthy achievements, 
Saddened by the hollering of indelible regrets
Callously crowding the path of my ambitions
On avenues not taken, of choices forsaken,
Competing for space in the mirror of my life;

As memories euphoric verbalize photographs,
And stories euphonic stoke cherished laughs,
And celebrations clap the sound of applause,
Endearingly revered and treasured lifelong,
Where, as I cogitate, recalling a life sublime,
Man in the mirror smiles, content with his life.

May 7, 2022
Placed 3rd: In the Mirror of Life Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Anoucheka Gangabissoon

Writing

Plucking from the gardens of spring,
Blossoms of each floral offspring;
Threading them into fine bouquet,
Adorning on an empty tray;
On them, I ruminate...

These diverse leaves of the autumn,
I collect from each tree-bottom;
Place in a basket finely-laced,
Like stars, contiguously spaced;
On them, I meditate...

Colorful corals from seashore,
I zealously gather and store;
Within embellished crystal-case,
As though pearls of heavenly grace;
On them, I cogitate...

Assortments of precious gem stones, 
Amassing from galaxy zones;
I claw-set into lovely styles,
Like million luminary smiles;
On them, I contemplate...


21 April 2022

Huh

 This morning, teacher said this week:
"We'll syntax Shakespeare used critique.
We'll cogitate and cursive write
And elements and odes recite.
We'll nuclei and despots learn.
To Babylon and Ur return.
We'll corollary facts deduce
And calculate hypotenuse."

At practice, coach explained his way
Of basketball our team will play:
With box-and-one and trapping press
And low post screens we'll have success.
Our give-and go will stretch the door
And back door cuts from picks should score.
Our weave will freeze their match-up zone,
And Kevin, put away your phone."

Then later in a chair I lay,
Prepared my dentist to obey.
"Extractions must ensue, my boy.
But nitrous oxide you'll enjoy.
Occlusions and abrasion wear
We'll mend with orthodontics care.
Of gingivitis, there's no sign,
And EMG's are looking fine."

Except for phone, I cannot say
I understood a word all day.

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