Contemplation Poems - Poems about Contemplation

"The artist should paint not only what he has in front of him but also what he sees inside himself." Quote by Caspar David Friedrich on his painting "Wanderer Above the Sea of Fog." -------------------------------------------------------------- Gazing at man gazing distant mountains Fog stretches below, before both gazers Non-dominant foot forward, weighing mind Will taking risks benefit one's skilled life? Is contemplation...

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Dusk Contemplation The cool mist settles in as the sun gives a final farewell for the evening. Vibrant orange hues signal an end to the long day as the sky darkens. I stand alone on a hill watching the scene unfold as dusk deepens. My house beckons me and I will return there when the light has faded. For the moment I drink all of this in, refreshed and...

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There is a love I cannot hide It tumbles out Like truth untied A height no bird Could wander there A measured width Of no compare The deepest, strongest Place inside Is where, my love, You do reside...

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From George’s Creek to Holly Lawn, A journey, a montage of life, Where laughter and tears, Juxtaposed in moments of reflection, Of family triumphs and imperfections. Oh time, moving imperceptibly, keeper of the ages, A bridge, a pendulum, an hourglass, A fingerprint pressed upon its pages. Gentle voices of merriment like a vapor going out and up, A longing for those moments, another sip...

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As an adult, I have come to the full realization that I have never, and will never, understand this world. And so I have never fully lived in this world. I have mostly lived in the expansive realities of my mind; dissociated, dissconnected, day dreaming... dreaming. Maybe I have always, in a...

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At every stage of my life Christmas has been the happiest season; and I don't need to look very far to figure out the reasons. Christmas encompasses many of the things that I think of as good: sharing, togetherness, family, celebrating - simple pleasures we've all understood. A pervasive aura of good will and giving, with smiles and laughter - faces shine. For a short...

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I feel like I lost a piece of myself When our love fell apart. When I'm alone, I always thinks That everything's gonna be alright. Loneliness makes me look back at myself And realized things I've never seen before....

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I often find myself weighting pros and cons Should I stay? Should I leave? If this life truly is so devoid of happiness, If death truly is the absence of responsibilities, Should I leave? Should I stay? If I truly love my family and friends, If I truly love the idea of freedom, Should I leave? Should I jump? ...

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a conscious impression subtle & intriguing randomly revealed vibrant in an insouicant depiction ...

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Thinking myself well versed in career and well placed in society exploring multi - channels, accessing success , being well known as...

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thoughts soar by the shore of contemplation into oceans of ‘somedays’ forever stretching in motion capturing the majesty of my exquisite insanity enraptured within a sun kissed sea where hope has arisen above volcanic mountainous mists impervious in its glorious golden light glowing on symphonic waves reshaping a mirage of memories flowing as tides of strength each fear, each barrier resides...

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Walk on the Earth Walk on the Earth, just walk, the path is moving under my steps; gone Hmm, is this a monotonous life, or not? Monotone, and monogamous? No, this is not that, only just looks like that, so interesting lifestyle style Walk on the Earth and watch the sky, and see the lands, the living life So interesting...

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When next you sit and contemplate The emptiness of your life, Perhaps you'll muse past old mistakes, Old lovers and their lies. Too many moments slip away Longing for the past; And moments mount against the day To win the war at last. With your lifetime spent and no reserve, Where will your last days find you, Contemplating the pain ahead, Or lost in the pain...

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where will I wake up in the morning on the day I don’t wake up will I green the summer pasture seen in bloom of wildness or sky the flight of soaring high and leap from clouds above or maybe somewhere warmer where I flame the fires burn and sit among the groan and cry in some hell or hellish furn’ or maybe I will...

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The world that unfolds before me is unknown, but for some reason it is mine. Yes. Anyone could say that my life is monotonous. But not. I protest. This is not true. Only mine. No one just understood. No need You don't have to. For what? My life flows by my river's bed, no, it does not flow, but...

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