Knowledge Poems - Poems about Knowledge

feet tracing ruts softened by the weight of others the path was worn polished not by insight but by generations unquestioning the same direction a weed split the sidewalk where my foot hesitated they handed us maps already marked, folded creased at the routes they wanted us to traverse walls hung with heirlooms no one claimed shadows longer than the rooms classrooms’ chalkboards of certainty offices pressed flat with...

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In vanity, we inquire into the empty heavens  And witness only birds hunting In vanity, we dive into the sea and the earth  And discover just bones rotting In vanity, we read the writings of the learned And find their footsteps decaying Within you, behind all the clothing of words Look, and behold the eternal tree of knowledge Whose fruits are mankind's untainted ideas  And...

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She is Well Versed, Abundant and Blessed by Sara Teasdale She speaks in tones the stars would keep, Soft syllables of hidden seas, Her laughter wakes the buds from sleep, And scatters warmth through autumn trees. The world is richer for her gaze, Where light bends close to kiss her face. Each step she takes is spun with praise, And lilies bloom to scent...

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In the black throat of space, words spiral, Charred syllables drifting like moths to no flame. Every book, every prayer, every curse Finds its way into the bone-dust of stars. I dream of archives stitched into the dark, Veins of memory pulsing through nebulae— All our hands, bloody or tender, Catalogued in the frost of dead moons, And liquid methane. The universe hums like...

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a peaceful heart with its recurring visions of a bright light at the end of a long tunnel AP: 3rd place 2025...

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What’s happening is clearly understood. Apollo has one hand around her waist, one predator, one quarry, interlaced. He’s coming up behind her...

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Animals may live in bliss, yet as such it is remiss on our part not to explore, the way to God through heart’s door. Since mind has limitation, peace as our meditation, positions us in the void, where we’re not by thoughts decoyed. In time stretched calm, ego’s shorn, whereupon we’re reborn, feeling bliss ignition start, deep in the cave of our heart. As we come into...

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Thirst does not have to remain suppressed A continuous flow of fulfilling hydration Faithful concrete promises "For My thoughts are not your thoughts" Reminder for days where my mind attacks However, what is true is that I was made by You Detailed in creation, carpentry beyond worldly comprehension Empathy combines with intention Realizing the similarities the Father places within us Spirit...

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When I think about you my heart flutters, A hush like wind through evening shutters— Soft and sudden, tender-sweet, The pulse beneath my thoughts and feet. Beauty and books, how close they lie, Like stars that lean in to kiss the sky. Wisdom and knowledge, gently sewn From seeds the same wild tree has grown. I’ve seen your gaze in candlelight, Like dawn that...

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Immersed in this matrix of space and time, bemused by desires, we’ve drifted afar but if we listen, we’ll hear God’s bliss chime, revealing to us who we truly are. Made in God’s image, we are living light, eternal, at peace and feeling complete, awareness self-aware, vibrant and bright, standing erect, mirroring God’s heartbeat. Sin stems from ignorance but when truth’s known we then...

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As I sat thinking the other day, A flow of thoughts brought these words to say. Some were fleeting, some longer lasting, Like the evening shadows the sun was casting. Quenching my thirst for knowledge to be known, Neither rightness nor wrongness had a need to be shown. Titles and labels were thrown to the floor, As aspects and insights began...

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Seek Knowledge People are hungry for spiritual nourishment. Need rest from all of the chaos. Your vision is blurry. With heavy burdens, always worried. With gossip, always complaining. Never open minded. Castings stones at others. A path of the unrighteous. Never open to change. It has to be always your way. Separate yourself from the...

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I stand here gazing at stars in the sky, Wondering what happens when I die? It’s harder to see with my own eye, The purpose of life as it passes by. First, I’ll consider the where, when, and why? Who or what it was, that caused my goodbye? What was important, whether girl or guy? A purposeful life, or is that a...

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W-isdom I-ntelligently L-ets M-inds A-pprehend P-hilosophy A-nd S-cience A-lways L-earning O-nward ©bfa061425 Monocrostic (Birthday of Wilma Pasalo)...

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The world shows us one thing, but behind it, something darker lives. We’re told stories shaped by power, not truth. They write history to fit their plans. They call it help, but it's control. Rich men send poor men to die in wars over land, oil, and power. And we believe it's for freedom. Every minute, a man takes his own life. Every day. But where’s the...

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