Philosophy Poems | Examples of Philosophy Poetry

I'd like to know who was the brain who invented pain. ...

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The end of days is a term Dark enough To make men squirm And real enough In a way To make one consider His final day… Without regrets…who’s to say And doing so I must look back On what I wrought And what I wrecked What I built And what I broke What I gave And what I took Then the book that tallies sums Finds me wanting And then some For...

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perception sees beyond reality interprets to the best of its ability optimism keeps fire burning in one’s heart while pessimism gleefully tears everything apart instead of being boggled with the mundane romance fills our days with wonder and champagne a dusting of fantasy does wonders to cast a spell kicks life up a notch and that’s no bagatelle ...

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Present cannot set advantage Over past, that seems like gone Though it’s always on the verge Of the memories you prone To belong to, while intending To break free from shades of time Partly loosing understanding Doesn’t look at all sublime But it goes like Latin dictum Drive the nature out of door Then it flies back home to victim Through the window, like before. ...

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The Code of Resilient *A Manifesto for the Unbreakable Spirit* 1. **Honor the Fall** See failure not as defeat, but as a rite of passage. Every setback is a mentor in disguise. 2. **Breathe in Chaos, Exhale Grace** In the storm, find rhythm. Respond, don’t react. Calm is your chosen...

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Oh my, why did I just say "intestine"? They say that life is all predestined. Once, the initial conditions are set, we can know what hasn't happened yet. The laws of physics flawlessly operate on atoms to determine our fate, which in turn has its impact on hormones, dendrites, and axons - which play out endless variations of the same themes and conversations. I'm old...

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The raindrops fall into the paper cup of tea The teabag shrinks as if it could be my remark Unlatch the green door to the childlike mystery It’s possible again to enter that old park The busts and statues of the gods and greats And shaded benches in the niches of the trees There in the memory another alley waits I...

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Good-bye… Simply a word? What essence is encased Within this single utterance? The alchemy of optimism? The enigma of uncertainty? Good-bye… A blend of hope and the unseen? Fracturing moments of farewell? Aromatic vows dissipating In the fluxes of fate? The chiaroscuro of existence? Good-bye… A poet's silent elegy Where love, loss, and longing Converge and dissolve? A kaleidoscope of emotions, promises Distilled into a single breath? Good-bye… ...

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I'm white s m o k e , a silhouette of titanium wings, tethered to the snowy flesh of a flawless dandelion, whose skin still remembers ~ the thawing of winter from its glass-cut edges, and how its rainbow seeds flew into the egalitarian ends of the ethereal ether... birthing ballerinas of butterfly glaciers ~ twirling...

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When God said “Let there be light” Was it meant literally or metaphorically? Did time arise crafting the photon with the intent of illuminating the basis of reality? An observational lens providing the closest assumption of truth? Or did the limit of human consciousness take precedence. Therefore, implying we needed to be saved from the void of ignorance, as light is the transference...

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"Everyone's Searching" (Willie Nelson Style; 4/4 Rhythm) Verse 1 (G) Some want their diamonds, (C) some want their gold (G) Some want to stay young and (D) never grow old (G) Some want only to (C) make love (G) Others want a love to (D) hold (G) Some want to (C) save their eternal (G) soul Verse 2 (G) Some seek for pleasure, (C)...

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Until it's time to pop my clogs, shuffle off this mortal coil, I'll ensure my life is fun-filled not just daily drudgery and toil. As all work and no play would make me one dull boy, listless, senseless, bored witless, not my Mother's pride and joy. And so, in closing, I'm compelled to say, "Exercise free will, don't wait, hesitate or trust to fate, before you're...

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To desire Is to question. To question Is the desire to know. Now, here's a question: Do you ever question Your desire? ...

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They locked her in a box of gold, with chains that shimmered, stories told. "Stay pretty,  still–don't ask for more, The fire in you? Just folklore". she smiled like myths were make–believe, But hid a flame beneath her sleeve. each breath she took was kindling slow, A furnace marked in ash and glow. The saw her feathers, red and bright, But...

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after Alone, by Edgar Allan Poe We understand you Poe, You saw the world through a darkened lense-- The passions you sought were from a spring that was filled with pleasures most twee--- One's sorrow is uniquely painful from another's, don't fret now Poe, for there is worse to come-- That is not true Poe for the Ravens who know you won't let...

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