Best Existentialism Poems

I will lie.
I will cheat.
I will steal.
I will destroy whole worlds.
And then I will change and all is forgiven....

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When something of substance is written,
It impedes the senses.
When bric-a-brac is offered,
People flock to it.

At the end of life
Those of common taste
And full of depravity
Will never escape

	earth's gravity....

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Life must be questioned to discover the truth.
      Spending all our time in a lonely photo booth,
      Taking pictures of our past reflectively aloof,
      Hiding in nostalgia to recapture our...

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Expect me to be what I want to be,
Xeroxing all that I see in my mind,
In order to keep from remaining blind,
Subjected to what others think of me.
Try, thee, to keep me from having a free
Existence, while being both cruel and kind,
Never keeping me from...

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IS THERE NOW ANOTHER WAY, ANOTHER NEW NAME

   FOR THE THEOSOPHICALLY THEOCRACY TO CLAIM

   AND DENY THAT THE LORD FATHER, MAN DID MAKE

   IN HIS OWN IMAGE, AND IN MAN FREE WILL DID INSTATE


   AND NOW MAN...

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Existentialism emancipation proclamation manumission...

Flourishes amidst freedom 
once invisible (alice in) chains shucked
when soul no longer kept linkedin 
to jane's addiction 
with corporeal duty, entity, fealty... 
while formerly shed body electric 
gendered as former googly eyed hotmail 
actually a prodigy, whose outlook 
arouses suspicions regarding him...

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For a long time I've questioned the phrase
"Women are from Venus, while Men are from Mars".
As my science classes memory stands, Venus
is a ball of lava and eruptions,
while Mars is a planet destitute of life or warmth.
I began questioning whether that's why men 
tell women...

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Existentialism

What if this is reality but I am out of time?
Perhaps my step is syncopated with the other marching drones
and I am Zen and with the moment or perhaps I missed a beat
could I be disjoint and dislocate from  the moment we are in
Were...

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Absurdity, chaos, 
strife:
The poet chooses 
virtuous reality.

Sisyphus, a 
titanic wave of metamorphosis, waiting, salted nausea:
The thinker roughed by sand 
a solitary tree in a barren desert 
defies absurdity

by seeking meaning in the absurd.

Authenticity, 
vision, conformity, religion:
The rebel a roaring 
wildfire igniting change like:
  ...

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Be it that I am doomed to walk the Earth
In fear of time - measured in mere fractions;
Starlight grants me comfort with twinkling mirth,
Lost in wakes of dread deeper than oceans.

I'd ask what it means to live over time,
of paupers; preachers; aristocrats, too - 
why...

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Is life meaningless or full of sense?
Can we tell?  Or perhaps we're too dense.
But I'd rather not know.
It's a good status quo.
I prefer existential suspense....

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I am dying and that's fine

                                 Because You are also dying 

 ...

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She wears a pure, pink dress.
Nature is her sanctuary.
Curiosity is her comfort.

She sits among the fallen, pink petals
Of the magnolia tree
And wonders:
Why must the petals plummet,
Leaving the trunk blackened and bare?
The once soft, smooth petals
Have become withered, wilted,
Their distant trunk exhausted, parched.
Why must nature be...

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drove wife to doctor
counting wheelchair ramp spindles
~waiting for Godot






7/10/2020

My wife smiled at this one.  Or was it a smirk?

Waiting for Godot is a play by Samuel Beckett...

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i've grown weary
of this story
growing
weary
of this frame
oh so weary
of this cosmos
in which I got this name

and I can't remember why I came

I'm fearful for the leaving
can't seem to quit the game
oh how I love this loathsome body
I carry with me night and day

and when I...

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