Musings Poems - Poems about Musings

... In her absence, her reflection is my poetry. Quill could ink a million verses about her perfection. Her heart's a gem not found in any rare jewellery. Legacy of my ink will embed her......Read More

...His eyes seem to tell her: O not so wrapped in winter, Be a bit bolder, And in rains wetter, Beauty’s for the beholder, Pray, do not deter, Why I love summer, The greatest garment hater, ......Read More

... In the depths of the cosmos, a river flows, a conduit, and vessel of prose, posing as condensation of Ethos. Moonbeams dance upon your ethereal ride. A portal to myst......Read More

...THE ETERNAL PAUSE a VVV soft spoken voiced musings open verse lingers in the ear dwelling for a moment ......Read More

... I once thought of winter as the grave, Of all the seasons, it wouldn’t behave. Always bitter, never would it save, Grimacing and weeping, though quite brave. Musings of hearths an......Read More

... the trees outside my window stand like fragile bones reaching moaning& groaning all their leaves blown away they stand naked of beauty withered& brittle......Read More

... I could adorn you with great riches, but my greatest gift to you is my poetry. Lost in the gravity of your love, my soul has lost control of its senses, floating in euphoria, ecstasy and elat......Read More

... He decorated their small tree- as done in prior years, and finished like he had before; but, this time- with sad tears. You see, he did it all alone, now gone- since back in......Read More

... Written: November 28, 2023 _________________________________________ In my last prayer, words and dreams merge, My concepts have changed as a brittle verge. Such a rainb......Read More

... "Beauty surrounds us, but usually we need to be walking in a garden to know it." Quote By Rumi ___________________________________________ Several tears, one after the o......Read More

...Written 24 November 2023 No. 1260 New Verse Poem Posted Nov. 21 Onwards Poetry Contest Sponsored by Brian Strand Some Musings on the Inner self ......Read More

... Contemplation Hidden scruple of consciousness scuffling yet to be scudded through assigned locus, focusing on clarification surpassing confusion. Mys......Read More

... BREATHS of poetic words come flowing like snowflakes falling in my mind they drift and collide &merge into a poem a puzzle beautiful IN MOMENTS a thought is bo......Read More

... Their fluttering starts in moonlight When Luna reaches zenith height She croons as butterflies take flight Magical night Magical night I was in awe without askance Mesmer......Read More

...recognising whatever is manifest is finite, perishable and doomed to die including the life giving luminous sun we shift our focus to vast, enigmatic space invisible, unchanging, holding all in i......Read More