Nature Philosophy Poems - Poems about Nature Philosophy

Black crow flying Low stalling Wise too in caution taking Know’s a fool would not last as long. Winding way I calls him Not one to fly straight lines Curious, attention-deficited Following ‘what’s that’, as a worthy lifeline. Fence siting… I know not For staying is not his calling card God only knows all he’s truly seen A loner looking… perhaps returning tomorrow. I’ll wait and...

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"Love is the strongest force in the universe." Can this statement be proven true? If I were to begin a search And write down a hypothesis What parameters should I observe? Can love be seen under a microscope? Can its depths be plumbed by a rope? Can its mass be balanced on a scale, Or its weight detected by a spring? If only I...

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To cross the void, where the wind hums danger and the shadows stretch their claws, they say: Don’t look down. Fix your eyes forward, they urge—on the trembling ropes, on the breath that burns steady, on the sky, endless and uncaring, as if the weight of you could vanish into air. But my heart fights it, tethered to the jagged unknown, its rhythm echoes the pull, dragging my...

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We rise from shadowed whispers, born in the trembling breath of chaos. Fingers claw at the edges of beginnings, hungry for meaning, yet startled by the weight of being. Time spins its web— messy, relentless, achingly beautiful. We are tethered and untamed, dancing to a melody that breaks and mends us all at once. Love finds us, not gentle, but honest, shaking the dust from our ribs, reminding...

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the pale moon hovers over the village at sunrise....

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Notwithstanding, our limited vision has potential. For once our eyes are opened, it's impossible to close them again. Whether we look through a microscope for knowledge existential, Or through a telescope for the understanding of things alien. We are surrounded by living things terrestrial and celestial. The magnitude is equal in a single drop of water,...

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I was Here last year Building on my memories… ‘Remember my old hat and way of walking, talking Playing, and singing the blues…’ ...

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The holes of the lace curtain, Having closed the winter windows. Life shimmers like so coveted blueberries. So many pieces of obscurity. The tops of the trees are spinning in the wind, In a semicircle, back and forth, Like whipping up the raw material for a biscuit. Or maybe they're wringing their necks? The wind has thrown the rumble of trains Into a soundproof...

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*** It's almost one o'clock In the morning. Summer is in full swing. The full moon has stopped being red, And it launches the light with thin plates , through the not fully drawn curtains. Someone is sonorously stirring the drink in the cup with a spoon. The darkness, diluted with whitewash, Presses its cheek to the gentle sound....

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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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Today I awoke in a new place. My drawing of the curtain shades revealed the rays of Summer’s Sun peering at me through the leaves. O what a glorious sight it was It filled my soul with such delight To think that this is the same sun that lit the world when time began. I then recalled that I was formed by the...

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The maker of the earth and skies often used objects of small size to teach His audience and explain the deep truths that His Words contain. One day He used a little child to teach His students to be mild. To occupy His kingdom grand like children they must hold His hand. The little ants storing supplies can teach...

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Cherry Blossom Delicate Pink Brilliant White For a few days Promises Summer Before it falls Leaving memories And hope. As the Carpet Of dying blossom Is trodden underfoot ...

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I am not the name I'm called in this life nor am I what you think you see I am something that existed way before the world you know came to be I am the seed of the tree we know as the father that created both heaven & the hells I am a child of a mother that gave birth...

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V. "The Great Collective Awakening" Aren't we the true definitive problem, not just astray- malignant corporations… Or unresponsive governments ? We are faulted; consumers telling them: demanding them: ...

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