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Sonnet Philosophy Poems | Sonnet Poems About Philosophy

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To Touch a God

The earth is heaving its last sigh. Birds twitter in the growing chill. I wait for wind to sweep the sky. Like Icarus, though I may fail, from this green summit, I now spill myself onto blue heaven’s trail. . . I am flying higher than high! Wings carry me to that gold sphere I wish to touch before I die. Beneath - beasts cower in the grass. Soon everything will disappear and earth become like smooth cold glass. The earth is heaving its last sigh; I am flying higher than high. A Cornish Sonnet

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2014

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If Love Does Not Live (Sonnet for Celene Crescent)

If love does not live so that love may live,
Wrecked on rugged rock like a pirate ship;
Tiresias speaks to hearts—no love to give,
Darkness and void with no inspired lips;

If love is quashed short of its golden prime,
Like dinosaurs smashed by a meteorite;
Crushed from its age of blossoming on time,
Like breath strangled from life not to unite!

Then O’ love, send me Pegasus to ride,
Spread your wings—lift us to Zeus in the sky;
Touching constellations with them abide,
Creating cherished crescendos for weepy eye:

Lightning life beaming love from golden clouds
Descending passion upon earth erasing shrouds!

Copyright © Joseph Spence Sr | Year Posted 2010

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Must you mileage chalk up in free verse speed way

Must you mileage chalk up in free verse speed way

   For Kim Patrice Nunez*, with hope

Must you mileage chalk up in free verse speed way
Let your wheels skid by letting loose grip on wheel
Free verse range’s for marksmen trained on rondolet*
Dipodic foot pantun villanelle dactyl

Cut their teeth on the slippery run-on-line
Roll their anaepest tongue round limerick rhyme
Do not a ballad begin with aubade fine
Nor drive straight past end-stopped line’s feminine rhyme

Such as painters’ coprophilia canvasses
Hide chance ironic hidden ghostly faces
Cubist abstract surrealist morasses
Whose apprenticeships lead to trumping aces

Far too many poets love the sound of words
Yet shirk bardic tasks speeding on twisted roads

     * Nunez: Sorry, no tilde over the “n” on my Mac. 	
•	rondolet: French pronunciation rhymes with “way”.

© T. Wignesan – Paris,  2015

Copyright © T Wignesan | Year Posted 2015

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What playground does not hold the magic lure
Of see-saws firmly braced upon their stands?
What child resists excitement, felt for sure
In ups and downs: the hard thump when he lands
And surging thrill of bouncing up again—
To know that when he's hit that lowest low,
It's followed by a swing to new heights when
He'll know once more the joy of that plateau?

In contrast of the see-saw truth is found,
For truly, were it stable, it would bore
The simplest mind; for only from the ground
Does grandeur of the heavens make its score.

For only in imbalances we feel
The balance that keeps life on even keel.

Sandra M. Haight

~1st Place~
Contest: Celebrating My Faves
Sponsor: Andrea Dietrich
Judged: 04/27/2016

~2nd Place~
Contest: My Favourite Forms – Haibun or Sonnet
Sponsor: Heather Ober
Judged: 10/09/2015

Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2014

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Sonnet to Thoughtful Women

I did not wish to leave your warm embrace --
   I did not wish for our sweet love to end --
And though your chauvinism's a disgrace,
   I cannot help but see you as a friend.
Perhaps someday a sweeter girl you'll find,
   Who'll do just as you wish for her to do --
A girl who doesn't have a thoughtful mind,
   So she can focus all she is on you.
She'll nod her head, and brainlessly agree
   With anything you say, to make you smile --
She'll cook your meals and serve you honeyed tea,
   And never stop her chatter all the while;
So when your brain cells rot from lack of use,
   You've only you to blame, and no excuse.

Copyright © M. Teresa Blaylock | Year Posted 2006

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We are stuff as dreams are made on

A bird in hand is worth two in the woods
Teaches us to take care not to be greedy
In the air, quite very easy to build castles
The water and the image are not a reality.

The image of sky and pool, even the wood
This material world is, philosophically, illusion.
We know the way to create imaginary world
We humans can not dispense with illusion.

Now slowly taking the hands apart or aside
The water, the image will disappear soon
It was just an illusion in one’s mind created
We live immersed in dreams and illusion.

“We are stuff as dreams are made on and
Our little life is, with a sleep, surrounded”*

Dr. Ram Mehta
Contest : Pick a line any line      
6th place win

This sonnet was written earlier by me (The Universe is Maya "Illusion") but
I revised and changed the title of the poem)

 *A quote from William Shakespeare

* Maya means illusion in Indian languages.


Copyright © Dr.Ram Mehta | Year Posted 2013

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A Poetic Composition A Poet's Worth

I hear lonely words call, I'm a poet.
I've kept them hidden as a souvenir.
Color painted pictures without regret,
And write with meanings not always clear.
Deep within harmonic strings play a tune,
And vibrate cluttered walls to passion's heart.
Shaking shadowed spirits to last commune,
And clutching imagined words that now impart.
Oh, That this beautiful connection stay,
And fill the world with my purest thought.
To allow words of wonder to convey,
Truth from a poet's spirit always sought.

Dare a poet share his sanctuary.
If his purest words are imaginary.


Copyright © Frederic Parker | Year Posted 2014

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Kindness Is Fruit One May Easily Give

Kindness Is Fruit One May Easily Give

Give kind words to one in desperate need
till the hungry ground for a fertile crop.
A life can be saved by casting that seed
yielding forth sweet fruits that may never stop.

Each new day, look for the good to be done
by shining light on others in dark night.
Salvation tis' not measured by the ton
but by the greatness of pure love's bright light.

Planting hope's first crop and seeing it grow
often the greatest treasure one may find.
Do that for faith and love, and not for show
be thee blessed and rewarded in kind.

Kindness is fruit one may easily give.
True journey and path to forever live.

R. J. Lindley
Aug. 12th 1976

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Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016

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Who's To Blame

Why is it hard for some to understand
That history is kept for us to learn
Misdeeds of generations past, unplanned
Will be repeated if we're not concerned

The easy part of life is looking back
We sit in judgement with that luxury
Bad deeds done long ago we now attack
Old customs taught back then which they believed

Now history tells us beliefs have changed
Are we responsible for their mistakes
To burden us with their shame now seems strange
The problem comes when we try to erase

Our unborn generations aren't to blame
For wrongs which we commit, for future's shame

  an original poem by Daniel Turner

Copyright © Daniel Turner | Year Posted 2016

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Wisdom Found In Looking Back

Wisdom Found In Looking Back

Ages ago, what fish might one have dared caught,
with bright rainbow nets and stronger bone hooks.
Adventure found , was such too highly bought
living so wild- rips more than shown in books!

Casting nets to gather more the huge blasts,
nights of love and mornings with deep remorse.
Nothing-not a damn loved thing ever lasts
yet one never knows Fate's wide, hurling course.

And such fine fish, spread in such glowing pools,
each always ripe to be plucked in due time.
Love lost, bitter pain for romantic fools
always searching for new land, better clime.

What of the deeper pools one never finds
saddest regrets, eat old and lonely minds.


Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016

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Seas Of Black Winds, Blast Walls Of Solid Stone


   Seas Of Black Winds, Blast Walls Of Solid Stone

    Fighting against waves, where night's bright moon shines
    In thought, a much needed stitch often saves,
    future life like seeded cones on green pines.

    Sealing doors, when escape demands harsh pays
    In their bravest deeds, heroes do much more
    than any that in their shame falsely prays.

    Deep dark nights, echoes ring chimes very clear
    With eternal hope, faith gifts saving lights
    loves united, dreams sent forth without fear.

    Dawn's bursting gaze, when black night terrors flee
    Happiness cuts deeply retreating haze,
    as new life and great joy cries let it be.

    Seas of black winds, blast walls of solid stone
    Tis little help, being bad to the bone.

    R.J. Lindley
    Feb.21st, 1976

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Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016

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Where New Skies Reach Up From Rising Ground

Where New Skies Reach Up From Rising Ground

Darkened mists at new dawn's sweet early rise
may give just and great cause for greater fears.
Evil lurks in soul of man, no surprise
life precious as it may be, holds sad tears.

In this huge world, dark forces dance and play
abject blindness will not protect your soul.
Comes pain and heartache whenever it may
both are fruits of evil's eternal goal.

Look each day for dawn's gifts and warnings both
where new skies reach up from rising ground.
Seeing wisdom's new lights can expand growth
in living life better, always so sound.

When time has flown into its last moment
each dawn's promise will greet your life well spent.
R.J. Lindley
June 17th , 1979

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Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016

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Vainly Built Fires

Vainly Built Fires

Was it best that we demanded far too much?
Quiet corner to count our blessed days
Or waste away long childish hours and such
like still winds whipping across open bays.

Finding time, the enemy we all feared
We raced along hoping it would not come
Children their bawling eyes frozen and teared
full of conceit , arrogant and just dumb.

Time came on and plowed deep its fertile field
cutting down old, dried wheat and windblown weeds
Forever, its opposition it yields
to that ever growing new crops of seeds.

Man seeking eternal fleshly desires,
perishes in own vainly built fires.

Robert J. Lindley, 6-08-2016

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Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016

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Reaping Whatever Dark Gods Decreed

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Did we dare too much thus reap the bitter wind?
Dark, greedy days creep by, our lives grown far apart
Is this how such treasured and deep love dares to end?
Like cast away trash in a street beggar's cart?

Did we fail, reaping whatever dark Gods decreed?
Penny a ton, garbage flowing into a dump?
Nay my love! We both found our lost, bitter seed.
Fallen from a well-worn, broken treeless stump!

Why did we abandon the blazing heat of our lust?
Step into dark regions to satisfy morbid dreams.
We are thus decayed, our metal eaten with rust.
Joined Fates, destined to be on separate teams!

Yet my love, all you had to do was believe in me.
We both sharing truth from the same golden tree.

R.J. Lindley
Sept 16th, 1976

Old Note-- Life carries on, I find solace in wild woods, 
whiskey and memories....( Sept 16th, 1976 )

New Note-- Hope and Fate have conspired to let me live to see 
that youthful woes, follies and exciting life sought are the makings of sadness
that teach one must no stray too far from the LIGHT! ( 6-07-2016 ).

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016

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The Fall

For most of us, we strive to do our best
Exceeding expectations earnestly
Our pinnacle is average at best
Which serves to satisfy our vanity

When lights come on, some move toward the light
Attracted like a moth drawn to a flame
We watch, amazed, the risk they take in flight
Admiring and bestowing them with fame

But when they burn, we never see their sweat
We judge them from the cheap seats as they fall
The beauty of their greatness we forget
A falling star is all we can recall

For those of you who don't already know
Man's greatness is a peak not a plateau.

    by Daniel Turner

Copyright © Daniel Turner | Year Posted 2017

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Beauty always lies, 
where fixed are our eyes.
It is with the world outside.
It is with our thoughts inside.
For the hungry, it's in bread.
Great thinkers see it in head.

For the lonely, it's in someone's company.
All the wealthy feel it in money.
Blooming lovers weigh their beauties in lovely cards and flowers.
And every Child all the day, 
sees beauty only in his play.
How wonderfully GOD has created beauty!

Some treasure it as possession,
Others take it as obsession.

Copyright © William Fernandes | Year Posted 2012

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Cloaked In Deceit And Hidden In Darkened Shrouds

Cloaked In Deceit And Hidden In Darkened Shrouds

I am done with giving to those that deceive
casting pearls to those that do not believe.
Why join with pretenders seeking a gold crown
when all they desire is to take you down?

Poetry is not game that some make it to be
not the glory of look all,  how pretty is me.
So much more than some can ever dare to find
its hearts of deep soul and generous giving mind.

So as some walk in pride upon plastic clouds
cloaked in deceit and hidden in darkened shrouds.
Consider those that humbly dare to bear it all
with no demands to be given the golden ball.

Yes, this world rewards such as those that plot
against those truly sincere and demanding not.

Robert J. Lindley

Sonnet L10,11,12.

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016

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Theater of the absurd

All of us are born ignorant and some
Of us remain that way I'm sad to say.
The knowledgeable flourish and become
The shepherds, the dumb just piddle away
Their lives like sheep in a grassy pasture.
The ignorance in our society
Exists through our own design I am sure
To guarantee an apt propriety.
Without the sheep there can be no shepherds.
Therefore a symbiotic relation
Plays in the theater of the absurd.
There is no suitable explanation 
Don't even attempt to state a notion.
Our roles are predetermined one by one.

Copyright © Albert Ahearn | Year Posted 2009

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Sonnet: Elegy in Blank Verse


I wish I could find death before I grow
so I could miss life's pain and agony. 
A child can only feel and hear and see 
the universe with love and happiness.

A child does not fathom those cancered ills
that fog a twisted mass of foundered souls
nor understand the horrid self one needs
to govern and succeed in society.

Nor does it care; it only wants and needs
an unencumbered path to happiness,   
a guiltless trail to heavenly frolic;
a road that's lost when grown ones rule the world.

I wish I could find death before I grow
so I could miss life's pain and agony. 

Copyright © Fritz Crytzer | Year Posted 2016

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This wonderful World

Who can dispute me in this wonderful world?
We are black, we are white and we are colored	
But we live in same planet floating like Eagle
All of us are humans and bleed red blood

Who can dispute me in this wonderful world?
We are Africans, we are Europeans, we are Arabs
But we need food and we eat by mouth, not legs
All of us need the same oxygen to live on and off

Who can dispute me in this wonderful world?
We speak Chinese, Arabic, English, and Swahili
But we all have bodies that are fragile and bony
And all of us need the weak body to live a life

Which human is an angel but human?
Which human has yellow blood in metallic body?
Which human is an amphibian, or airborne? 	
So which human is more human than humanity?

Copyright © Solomon Ochwo-Oburu | Year Posted 2016

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Silver Sheaths And Gems Are Not Listed Needs

Silver Sheaths And Gems Are Not Listed Needs

Promise not, which hand and mind can not deliver
silver sheaths and gems are not listed needs.
This world and poor in life loves a cheerful giver,
red blood flows freely whenever one bleeds!

Should you promise, your heartfelt and dearest of dreams
what on earth more, could any man dare ask?
Life and Love are not clever little mortal schemes
one profits nothing wearing a false mask!

Can you see wisdom in this, holding out for more
with hope and kindness as your saving keys?
Beach-sand is not better on distant foreign shores
neither is, living life of begging please!

Walk with a giving soul, happiness there abides
With greater wisdom one can in peaceful, soft-strides!

Robert J. Lindley, 1-24-2017
Sonnet form- LIN 12/10

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Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017

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The Philosopher's Sonnet

Others are born, the lost are burried
Life is a journey not to be hurried
But whats wit if the wise are mute
And who is beauty if she is not yet born

Mom said to not sugar
But if she is to be believed
Then pigs do fly, and wings lie
The plains, they speak of a time long gone

Dad said to not blow my horn.
But tomorrow took my horn, so why say he
The preacher said death is an illusion 
Then where is grandpa?

The night is so dark and cold.
But i shall wait for another sunrise.


Copyright © Maurice Lamony | Year Posted 2017

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Be Not Tempted By Gold's Glittering Brights

Be Not Tempted By Gold's Glittering Brights

Where couldst man find rest when heart has deceived
loved ones he wouldst happily give his all,
whilst on dark paths, false laurels thus received
profits only fools under fallen walls!

Shadows presenting wicked and false lights
oft penetrate even truest of hearts,
find only false moons on blackest of nights
sailing on festered seas with lying charts!

Hold firm sweet truth, know its blessings are fair
life is far more than wealth gotten with schemes,
its love and family with friends to share
treasures and bounty from realized dreams!

Be not tempted by gold's glittering brights.
Embracing such greed brings saddest of plights.

Robert J. Lindley, 5-20-2017

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Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017

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The Sacrament of Confirmation

Confirmation perfects baptismal grace

The Sacrament gives the Holy Spirit to root us more deeply in divine filiation

Incorporate us more firmly to Fr. Christ

Strengthen our bond with the Church

Associate us more closely with her mission

Help us bear witness to Christian faith in words accompanied by deeds

Like Baptism imprints a spiritual mark or indeliable character of the Christian soul

For this reason one can receive this sacrament only once in one’s life

A candidate for Confirmation has attained the age of reason must profess faith

Be in the state of grace

Have the intention of receiving the Sacrament

Be prepared to assume the role of disciple

Witness to Fr. Christ, both within the Ecclesial bond

Annointing of the forehead of the baptized with sacred chrism

Written 09172012

Copyright © Jacqueline R. Mendoza | Year Posted 2012

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Life's Sonnet

Life's Sonnet Sometimes the road gets weary Sometimes the road seems long. Sometimes the steps are righteous. Sometimes, I’m sure, they’re wrong. Sometimes my steps are hastened By actions meant to slow. Other times they seem to be Aimed higher….. From below. So, every time I take a step Toward destiny or fate, I try my best to guarantee It’s love I seek, not hate. This is not meant to be a creed It comes from some inherent need.

Copyright © John Posey | Year Posted 2014

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Oblivion mind,
wandering in thoughts.
Idiotic smile,
promises and hopes.
Hand in hand,
tumbling on slopes.
This is love

Running away from this world.
Warm bodies sliding in sheets,
to find another world.
Burning in cold flames.
No fear ... no shame ... no games
This is love

Copyright © shadab shaikh | Year Posted 2013

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A Look Into Forever

A Look Into Forever I look upon the face of one Whose beauty defies aging And feel the anxious moment Like a wild beast before caging. The things I feel about The one who stands before me Will last a thousand lifetimes – As long as she adores me. And who can count the moments Or add one single day To a lifetime spent in praising The One who leads the way. This bond we cannot sever Unless we gaze into forever. Written by John Posey

Copyright © John Posey | Year Posted 2014

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The Death of Socrates

    The Death Of Socrates
What reasoning has brought you to this place
where death destroys your gift of sanctity?
Before the fall of night, and in disgrace
yes, all those hating you, shall make it be;

they'll label you confused right to your end
corrupter of all teachers of the truth
convincing all the world, you have no friend,
and die for untold sins against our youth.

Your good and bad has brought you to despair;
all indecisiveness in what you think,
the crown upon your head, where once was hair
outshines the goblet from which you now drink.

     How can you bear the hemlock in such style,
      almost as if the world can see you smile?    
© ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet

Copyright © Vee Bdosa | Year Posted 2014

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Leadership through trust

The smile of a child,trying to climb on his foot,
trusts the mother to hold on ,and that builds his youth.

the child as a youth moves on every possibility
trusting on his teacher and his reliability

Then the life takes the youth to the next level,
challenging his credibility and making him face hell.

Along with experience he learns the legacy,
that trust is more when there is intimacy.

Slowly by pace the trust grows cent by cent
with gradual involvement and engagement.

Then there's a task and a timeline to keep,
and he finds trust works very well in a partnership

And finally the task is achieved and a smile on his lips,
The glory is great ,and such simple is the skill of leadership.

Copyright © Biplab Mahadani | Year Posted 2012

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The art of such intention is fatigue
At living lies outside the scope of death,

To wear in the last blitzkrieg
A shroud meaning artist, a wreath

Of columbine in the hair, but the kitchen eyes,
Carbuncled knees betray the giver’s art.

Down on the doorstep,  she’ll scrub your lies:
To her gift of total self she’ll add a part - 

Your own tongue sliced and severed on her plate
Of 20th century design –  taste

The dust of pointillism, the cubist fate
Of newspaper and cello here embraced –

The emptiness filched from the master’s past:
Mankind’s death wishes, home to roost at last.

published IN MEMORY OF HER, Dublin, 2008

Copyright © Rosemarie Rowley | Year Posted 2014