Enlightenment Age Poems | Examples
These Enlightenment Age poems are examples of Age poems about Enlightenment. These are the best examples of Age Enlightenment poems written by international poets.
It sneaks up on all of us
Imperceptibly at first
But dawning slowly over time
Until it's time we took a hard look
In the mirror… and faced the truth
It's inescapable
It happens to all of us
First born, last born
People, places, governments, movements, principalities
It catches up with all
We must confront what we've become
Has the age of enlightenment become the age of entanglement?
That many-legged arachnid known as truth
Waits silently at the edge of the web… that tangled one we weave
When wonder becomes plunder, and balance becomes challenge
And the age of reason becomes likened unto treason
Who do we deceive… and what will be consumed?
When neutron stars collide they
unleash immense energy plasma
jets, creating conditions extreme
enough to produce heavy elements
like gold, A single collision can
generate gold equivalent to several
Earth masses, outshining entire
galaxies in the process;
An armageddon of brilliance
may well one day fill the heavens
the blinding age of enlightenment
in the end as neutron stars collide ~ I fear a great healing old nick
hell shalt get a golden sarcophagus ~ several thousand miles thick
said god to satan arc welding his eyes ~ with plasma rich alchemic
We sit in darkness
hours before sunrise
unable to sleep,
listening
to the faint sounds off in the distance
windows open
letting in the cool of autumn,
breathing
waiting on change
hoping for enlightenment
progress, hope, fulfilled promises,
heartbeats
echoing the steady pump
wishing for more
aching at it's delay,
knowing
the sun will rise
once again.
"I'm the one that has opened the enlightenment towards the gold I own within myself." -Ds-
The fruit of knowledge is both sweet and bitter,
A taste that lingers, never forgotten.
It brings enlightenment, to what once was dim,
A path to wisdom, that shall forever win.
It brings the wisdom of good and evil's strife,
And with it, pain, like a blunt and endless knife.
A curse and blessing, is the knowledge we gain,
Of the world's deep darkness and brilliant pain.
Ignorance is bliss, they say, so true it be,
But to know the truth, is to be truly free.
The highest highs, the darkest lows, it's all the same,
The power of knowledge, a burden to claim.
For in it lies the key to our own fate,
And with it comes the power to create.
So let us suffer, in this knowledge we seek,
For it's the only way to truly be unique.
"We all need to wake up away from enlightenment.
Try people, please try.
Stay away from the fake of the ignorance in what they show.", -Ds-
From the ETERNAL mind of God,
touching the tenets of our living being
to the LIMITLESS wisdom of the human intellect
in all its grace and glory
that seeks answers to the INFINITE.
Thought becomes BOUNDLESS in this
vast universe
generating an EVERLASTING chain of cosmic consciousness,
an UNBROKEN cord,
uniting spiritually.
An intellectual awareness of BOTTOMLESS wonder
of rebirth is poised to take place in this millennium.
New patterns of thought
emerging from an ENDLESS quest for enlightenment
in the Age of Aquarius.
6/10/2021
Writing Prompt - Endless - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Absurd is the business of disappointment with meaning
crawling to our knees in defeat
and panacea for healing that lasts
a full moment, before vanishing forever.
Absurd is the claim of victory over a raging battle
when one is in self-retreat and the enemy runs
rampant in the streets.
Absurd is the virus's real vocation
butchering us like flies and
then taking a breather before
resuming its onslaught.
Absurd is the cruelty of faith
in post-virus that carries hope
to self-destruction.
Absurd is the mercurial moment
of suspense between now and future
laden in ambiguity.
Absurd is the true essence
beating in the heart of darkness
enveloping the horizon.
Absurd is the light of
enlightenment promising
relief.
Absurd is the nature of
humanity yearning for
what it fears most.
In another place in time, he stood aware
A violin of broken strings, his hair in silence flowed
Best of all, he still had hope
Knowing even silence was a product of great value...
Now surge forth the music of wisdom
From the aged who have a way to know
Observing in youth a greater folly
Designed enigma to perpetuate a greater tale
Ah, the warming of the heart is slow…
See it all like every moment new
Just passing by, the movie you
Greater than any theater would dare
Hairline fading starts enlightenment pervading
Be free at once
And for all time
Fight the evil
In our minds
Enlightenment awaits
If I may, to my fellow would-be poets,
Hereon pose an imperative query
(Yet mostly destitute of the greatest urgency),
Then I who, in the gross majority of my inditings hereon,
Am of quite a Shakespearean and Miltonian bent:
Yet in the years succeeding the terminus of my schooling,
During the everlasting course thereof, I learned many a thing
Indeed an immense preponderancy of such,
And among these congeries of learning, there can be accounted
Even a myriad of the manifold precepts of poetry
And the fiats and decrees, commandments and
Ordinances governing it;
Yet for all of the sufficiency and yet preponderance of
Poetic enlightenment and enrichment, I recall nary a thing
Thereof!
It may be inborn, inherent,
Ingrained, innate...
But do I, who is of a Shakespearean ilk,
To my fellow aspiring poets, writers, and poet-writers ask:
Is this, or aught of my other poems, in anything
Remotely likened to the metrical sort that he and Milton were
Wont to use?
And an it be so,
Beteem me to learn its name,
And an so, is't truly termed by that sobriquet
Known as "iambic pentameter"?
Is it in this that I write?
Are all my poesies thus enwritten?
This is for the creative
The occult who forge ahead
Against the tide that pop rides
In bridesmaids roles
Watching from the bleachers
The set aside pitied creatures
The wedding video won't feature
For fear to tread the stage of fright
The shy ignites the afterlife and background noise
Of cutting floor's and empty drawers
Where enlightenment waits for those who chance
Upon the fork the road will take
When following circles has run it's course
And no 1 answers
atmosphere of enlightenment
lives within one's self
can not be found
outside of one's self
no circumstance can
truly change it
existence awareness
attention internal
interest internal
key to blissful existence
As we age our thoughts should grow
Stagnation can just bring mould
I now know that I don't always know
A hard head is a sign you're getting old
New ideas can bring some enlightenment
Closed minds, closed hearts is just a waste
The world and its changes, no point fighting it
Adapt and teach the young what we have faced
Meditation is the key that opens the soul
To push out all thought and sound the goal
To block all but your breath is the start
Or concentrate on the beat of your heart
If the noises and all sound will not cease
Your inner space cannot bring you peace
You must find the zone, your empty space
Be able to ignore the constant rat race
Scholars say a mantra must be found
If enlightenment is where you’re bound
I sat down after shutting the door
Searched for my mantra while on the floor
With legs crossed, sat straight with poise
And concentrated to block out all noise
My search for a mantra brought me to tears
For I could not get past my ringing ears!