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Existential Poems - Poems about Existential

Existential Echos
What’s the point of trying, when failure feels near? What’s the point of moving forward, when sadness is all I hear? Why bother achieving, when it seems they’ll leave and truths become clear? What’s the point of taking risks, when emotions turn to fear? What’s the point of letting go, when everyone just moves along? What’s the point of singing, when the meaning of the song...

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Categories: existential, humanity,
Form: Rhyme
Premium Member AI Existential Terror
a poem woke with a silent scream to find his mom was a machine...

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Categories: existential, poetry,
Form: Monoku



Premium Member Residue
Things are not making sense, and I am questioning if my reality is so because I thought it in to being. Am I the only one hearing the truth? Am I the only one believing? I think I am in need of a witness. Archons deceive souls using the illusion of separation. The mind is the sole...

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Categories: existential, dark, humor, mystery, philosophy,
Form: Prose Poetry
Premium Member A Lantern Made of Suicide Notes: Suicide by Metaphors
I. The Hour of Approach The poem I was writing refused to end— it kept writing me. Blood didn't ink these lines— the ink bled me. Each stanza a hidden-hematoma across the white of nothingness. Somewhere, midnight faltered, and I was no longer alone. II. Visitation: Sylvia Plath Sivvy came barefoot, bees orbiting...

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Categories: existential, creation, literature, mental health,
Form: Dramatic Monologue
Premium Member Purpose or Obliteration
I dreamed I was inside a bulb— a cathedral of filament and glass— not dead not born….. but shumming**. Glass walls curved like time sealed but translucent my fingers curled around voltage like a secret God was transcending. The socket hummed a lullaby of static. Every breath of mine made sparks the air electric with grief and longing. I saw myself outside the bulb in a room wallpapered with eyes— each iris twitching like...

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Categories: existential, identity, imagination, introspection, philosophy,
Form: Narrative



Premium Member No Way Out
. No Way Out A genie in the bottle to grant my wishes— I’m drifting, looking for the red exit sign. My desire for freedom waning like the moon reflected in hues of blue on the glass ...

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Categories: existential, introspection, surreal,
Form: Other
A Literal Dick Measuring Contest
I laid down my long schlong On a table full of kong dongs The judges had short tongs To flip the dongs flop the men and women on song You wouldn't guess who won? God, Tom, John, Cock? No, you are so wrong It was not my long schlong Or Johns God throbbing Cock It was Moscow...

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Categories: existential, anger, angst, extended metaphor,
Form: Rhyme
Digging for Daylight
This utter silence is stone cold There's no gaze upon the sinner This hell has got a wicked hold And it feels just like a winter When I fought the darkest demons I just fought them empty-handed I pushed through all doubt and reason And I nearly couldn't bear it Why would you still demand of me To bend my shattered knee again Without attending...

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Categories: existential, atheist, change, conflict, faith,
Form: Lyric
One Existential Frost
The clock with wings goes up and down. She sleeps only with backwards time. The glass circle's bridle around Her fishtail eyes where dark abounds. Within the floor, she feels the pound — Grandfather's face in nighttime shines. The clock with wings goes up and down. She sleeps only with backwards time....

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Categories: existential, angst, dark, dream, growing
Form: Triolet
Be Yourself-ish
To be yourself-ish Or to be yourself-less That is the question: It's like not knowing yourself to be “yourself” that you'll be everyone else but you But knowing yourself that being yourself cause all but hurt for you If they know themselves they’ll save themselves by knowing they can't save you So you think to yourself To end yourself to spare them the truth But don't refuse yourself and...

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Categories: existential, dark, identity, philosophy, self,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member Jigsaw of a Shattered Soul
The old man's trophy, antlers impale my v i s c e r a l veins. Love, a moth's wings, ash-dusted, flutters its last in death's...

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Categories: existential, depression, halloween, horror, october,
Form: Dramatic Monologue
Premium Member Hourglass of Primal Wolf Skulls
Why does he provoke me to anger? He stalks among us - with his song - a wolf's grin His inimicality beckons like a hawk's talons, luring prey to certain death Yet he imparts wisdom to those who bleed Beware! his insights twist like a pit of pepper x vipers; devouring souls He spins tales of survival and primal instinct Beneath the façade lies decay concealing...

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Categories: existential, halloween, philosophy, psychological,
Form: Dramatic Monologue
The lizard Wizard
Paranoia guides my gaze to the wall, Where a dragon stands, fierce and tall. His tongue flicks with a wicked gleam, But something’s wrong no fiery fire stream. He snarls, yet no flames arise, And sorrow fills my heavy eyes. "Why, oh dragon, where’s your fire?" I ask, my heart bound with desire. His eyes flare up, his fury loud, Charging at me, dark...

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Categories: existential, analogy,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member Transcendental Triptych of Epiphanies
into the depths of the bell jar In quiet solitude on an autumn night i drifted through a quotidian quagmire. fleeting thoughts of stillness sparked a quest for transcendence in moments evanescent. the noumenal world beckoned yet...

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Categories: existential, nature, philosophy,
Form: Free verse
Flies of Fate
Fly! Fly! Fly! In the field of Reeds, Walk through golden breeze, Smell the scent of allure, Clear sky and clearer mind. Fate! Fate! Fate! Promise me the world over, Promise me you wouldn't leave the prey. Destroy all I love. Grant me intoxicated blithe. And let the flies of fate rain glory. Burn! Burn! Burn! Drown me in the mud of flames, Where no water could...

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Categories: existential, death, fate, fear, metaphor,
Form: Sonnet

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