Philosophy Ballad Poems | Examples
These Philosophy Ballad poems are examples of Ballad poems about Philosophy. These are the best examples of Ballad Philosophy poems written by international poets.
He saw the noble beast collapse in blood and dirt,
Lashed by the owner’s cruel and ruthless crop
He rushed to cradle its head upon his stained coat,
And wept with sorrow that choked his broken heart.
He shared the pain of the majestic steed,
He cursed the world, its deceits, and all its sin.
He knew the truth was far beyond his reach,
He felt his faith, belief & reason crumble within.
For wasn’t he / the voice of the unfathomed deep -
Questioning / God and all ancient morality.
Dreaming / of will, and power, and ecstasy, -
Sparking / and de-catechizing minds / with originality.
But in that moment he was just a simple man
Who loved a lamb more than his Übermensch.
Who gave up his mind for one last act of sanity
Who became a mythical hero despite his Mensch.
The sacrificial lamb with a final breath doth whisper -
...“”Dionysus, The Crucified” - I am…your Zarathustra””
Five little boys climbed a tree
Perhaps they didn't heed of the banshee
They still had time to flee
She emerged out the dark with her face full of glee
With a Panthers agility
The lads looked at her amicably
Without realizing the abnormality
She heard a racket and veered back in confusion
A girl came out a bush and gawked at the illusion
She wailed at the phenomenon
The witch lent a smile for she assumed it was her doing
till she glanced into the girl's eyes
and realized
she wasn't looking at her but instead
she was staring behind
The croon twisted to see
A sight she could never foresee
For the boys were no longer sitting
But dangling from the tree
Part of mine never knew the same
when the moon was calling your name
Providence and karmic doors
attractions intention force
Conducted theme of heart
to unite the whole from part
Sight of lovers
reflected silhouettes in colors
Synchronic imagination
invisible sphere inhabitation
Footprints along soft shore
shared ocean sanctuary core
Stardust and fireflies
souls tanning in loving rays
Advancing the soul,
metaphysical orc, promote
original thinking,
experience all, I need sleep.
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Since Psychiatrists have lost their superficial reputation,
applied philosophy as metaphysical existents is the realization.
That ideology proofs the infinite potential of the mind,
by the soul enabled life force that provides all challenges behind.
Mental surface impressions making the mind to an emotional sponge,
whereas spiritual aspiration are the negating conscious for once.
The mental eye blinded by immediate result and satisfaction,
while the soul knows the purpose related determination.
Not given the real source enough attention introspective,
creating lost personalities in related circumstance respective.
The individual soul as part of cosmic consciousness,
create the prowess of the involution of karmic justice.
The mental disorder is the lack of true intuitive perception,
the logic contaminated mind as handicapped conception.
Digging deep into profundity is nothing new,
ancient theories provide lots to ponder on and to chew.
Mindology just another name for the same problem,
peoples superficial thinking and not getting to the bottom.
The purpose to create pure truth to see,
the attitude to make God a reality.
The hidden desires of the creator,
secrets of the ever divine mentor.
Testament of beauty every soul pursues,
evidence as prophecy by personal virtues.
Nature of individual inheritance becomes itself,
modesty in spirit beauty intimate self.
A living faith as matter in state of spirit,
kindled souls by word of merit.
To discover the error of self by right,
is the uncovering of the light.
The form of love regardless progressing,
culminates in love of formless blessing.
Situation in life are the mirrors transcendent,
bringing out the real and false intended.
Reflected in the richest tincture of the sky,
colors that change transcendent wings at play.
Knowing spheres and task assigned,
by laws in eternal aesthetic kind.
Guided by orb of wandering planets might
beneath the moon’s refined pale light.
To deserve a watchful spirits care,
brilliant beams of wisdom from the brightest fair.
With beating hearts by compassion wait,
miracles to come with the birth of fate.
He walks right through the wall and bounces of the air,
the ideal is the greatest reality as compulsive fair.
Some minds nail the ideal to the cross for depart,
as the ideal once is dissolved from a love drunken heart.
Then those ideals will have wrinkle and aching pain,
when those star fetched orientations shine in vain.
The danger of fanatic idealism ends in self pity,
even when the intellect feels so witty.
The reality of the ideal a soap opera for sure,
experience out of this is the parody to endure.
Fixed ideals the narrow obelisk of will,
haunting graveyards at midnight still.
For some it’s plenty to live by,
the idea and the love to lie.
Welcome divine ideal and destroyer of the world,
when greatness becomes emptiness unfurled.
The modern world ruled by ideals to find,
the tragedy of who is who lost in human kind.
The over stimulated fatalisms as art,
with no intolerance from the heart.
Millions of ‘ifs’ at the twilight dawn beach,
because nature has that magical promise reach.
As we are all part of the same verse,
languages to belong by diverse.
When the pen is mightier then the sword,
rhymed words are the crown of all commerce.
Legislation and constitutions in applicable intellect,
loving words by peacemakers detect.
Therapeutic words are the guru’s mother tongue,
liberating the spirits to where they belong.
Admired by masters of philosophy in dept,
liberating the cosmic mental effect.
Love letters become the innocent testament,
marriage contract sealing the happy ever after trend.
Societies in refined approach spoke in rhyme,
mental attitude with a thought through to define.
Mechanic quick thinking is the wheel in wheel respective,
giving no room for pliable introspective.
Selected words of grace as guided meditation,
open the vaults of poor collected separation.
Books of poesy towards the child’s education,
replaced by syllabus sheets towards nullification.
The human mind without words has no image,
the system in disguise establishing the damage.
While rhymes in poetic sense by the day,
keeps all confusion at bay.
The female calendar
The night cosmos opens the earth to moisture,
germination of the moonlight rejoice.
Tenderizing the ground to reach the underwater sight,
mist of luminous Moon light from the pull of monthly tide.
Moon phases of the great cosmic dance,
fertilization in the ovum of darkness to advance.
Circulation of blood and sap in plants,
the mother calendar naturally grants.
More difficult to observe the orbit of the Moon,
then that of the earth around the Sun.
The earth spirit as transformer by protoplasmic intention,
capable of reciprocal relation with all its creation.
It is cosmos to those who know the way,
and chaos to those who lose it by rational stray.
The female live in the lunar circle of body,
becoming and changing the order of everybody.
The secret time keeper and its flowing,
the witnessing of the body growing.
Moon, mind, calendar, menstruation, month,
Honeymoon, fortnight, fertility crunch.
When the paradox splits into dualism,
the act of natures consciousness as prism.
The early morning phone call.
Then the vague sifting through emotions.
Numbness deepens - like the coastal shelf - and soon enough, there'll be grief, regrets...
Platitudes. You're in the other room, the better place.
But, in truth,
you've made the inevitable crossing we all must make and everyone - every one - before us has made, little sister.
We are like pilots of ourselves.
Now, that which I can't create, buy, fashion or steal is the only thing I can wish
( what a curious idea. Such an ineffectual word )
for you.
Peace.
That's the one.
Peace.
You may linger over certain thoughts of the past
But the time will simply run as waste
Worries may lead you to land in depression
Stop wasting life with such illusion!
You may be joyfully imagining the future
Of a life to enjoy, full of colorful picture
Of course, it shall lead you to live in anxiety
Stop wasting life in imaginary gaiety
Think of what to do today!
It shall lead to success everyday
One is required to keep the pace
As thought of present presents peace!
Tomorrow is not promised to anyone
Play the game! Today is never gone!!
Worries and regrets deserve a throw
Live today for a successful tomorrow!
YOU WERE BORN
with dreams and ideals
you were born
with love and trust
you were born
with potential and greatness.
You were born with wings.
Don't forget the gift.
Don't give up the miracle.
Appreciate the Life.
Young Emily sat gazing at a door, that with careful strokes was painted..
a starry, but moonless night.
In wandering dreams of far away lands, nameless artist unacquainted,
she wond'red what lay beyond the door held tight.
Her knees, now drawn together, gently touched beneath her chin,
were clasped by all ten fingers,
cloaked in silky smooth skin.
Just then did the door utter softly, three words from four worldly tongues...
in Mandarin, Hindi, Gaelic, and Greek, as if from heroes long dead and unsung...
Though Emily sat listening to each word that was spoken,
she understood not even one,
languages left old, yet unbroken,
from under a forgotten Sun.
Like a great bard the door, in even older languages said aloud.
In Tamil, Persian, Hebrew, Irish, and Basque...
As if finally by fate the three words "Please open me" were endowed...
Emily, now standing, said...
"You needed only to ask".
Articulate for peace strong and true
For peace in our time is up to me and you
Don’t just sit back and think it through
Be strong in what you say and do
When someone preaches hate
For others then don’t contemplate
For it is right that should prevail
Smile for a future peace that won’t fail.
© Paul Warren Poetry
20-20 vision is not strong enough to foresee
The inevitable fate that will soon end my realty
But one thing I do know for certain i will soon close the curtain
20 years of tormented voice preventing me to make any choice
20 years will soon come to end i kllnow it hurts to say good bye friend
I thank you for the memory of torturing words, If i give myself a choice i pick water over shells
The water feels better then the shells to walk on the feeling it gotten worse for far too long
20 months shorted to just a few it will end in 0 to 2 put the numbers backwards and and a pair
So you shall know know when I'll no longer be there
Roughly 13 more to go and very soon i rest my soul
Judge me not, it makes me not weak, the pain just builds for fear to speak
Think of me from 0 to 2 my very final happy memory will be just of you