Contemplative poems

Contemplative poems — a collection of the best works on Poemship.

Poem language
English
Russian
Belarusian
German
French
Spanish
Italian
Polish
Swedish
Dutch
Danish
Bokmål
Ukrainian
ContemplativeEmily Dickinson

She slept beneath a tree

She slept beneath a tree -- Remembered but by me. I touched her Cradle mute -- She recognized the foot -- Put on her carmine suit And see!
ContemplativeEmily Dickinson

Lightly stepped a yellow star

Lightly stepped a yellow star To its lofty place -- Loosed the Moon her silver hat From her lustral Face -- All of Evening softly lit As an Astral Hall -- Father, I observed to Heaven, You are punctual.
ContemplativeEmily Dickinson

The Butterfly in honored Dust

The Butterfly in honored Dust Assuredly will lie But none will pass the Catacomb So chastened as the Fly --
ContemplativeEmily Dickinson

Far from Love the Heavenly Father

Far from Love the Heavenly Father Leads the Chosen Child, Oftener through Realm of Briar Than the Meadow mild. Oftener by the Claw of Dragon Than the Hand of Friend Guides the Little One predestined To the Native Land.
ContemplativeEmily Dickinson

No Autumn's intercepting Chill

No Autumn's intercepting Chill Appalls this Tropic Breast -- But African Exuberance And Asiatic rest.
ContemplativeEmily Dickinson

So gay a Flower

So gay a Flower Bereaves the Mind As if it were a Woe -- Is Beauty an Affliction -- then? Tradition ought to know --
ContemplativeEmily Dickinson

I saw no Way -- The Heavens were stitched

I saw no Way -- The Heavens were stitched -- I felt the Columns close -- The Earth reversed her Hemispheres -- I touched the Universe -- And back it slid -- and I alone -- A Speck upon a Ball -- Went out upon Circumference -- Beyond the Dip of Bell --
ContemplativeEmily Dickinson

Of Nature I shall have enough

Of Nature I shall have enough When I have entered these Entitled to a Bumble bee's Familiarities.
ContemplativeEmily Dickinson

I thought that nature was enough

I thought that nature was enough Till Human nature came But that the other did absorb As Parallax a Flame -- Of Human nature just aware There added the Divine Brief struggle for capacity The power to contain Is always as the contents But give a Giant room And you will lodge a Giant And not a smaller man
ContemplativeEmily Dickinson

We pray -- to Heaven

We pray -- to Heaven -- We prate -- of Heaven -- Relate -- when Neighbors die -- At what o'clock to heaven -- they fled -- Who saw them -- Wherefore fly? Is Heaven a Place -- a Sky -- a Tree? Location's narrow way is for Ourselves -- Unto the Dead There's no Geography -- But State -- Endowal -- Focus -- Where -- Omnipresence -- fly?

Describe a feeling — we’ll find a poem

Or try: