Philosophical Poems - Poems about Philosophical

Beatitudes for the Silent Beatitudes for the ailing hearts Gratitude for those who have been there from the start Attitude from those who are willing to depart Platitudes for those who just want to seem smart Commendations for those who aren’t competing for validification Inspiration on offer for she who is looking for elation Co-modification...

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Communion With The Self Communion with the elements of the self that went missing Reunion with the moments left on the shelf while reminiscing Confusion that surrounds good health and what we’re missing Distribution done in stealth while they insist upon dismissing Aggrandisement of the self to the detriment of your neighbour Self-Advertisement about wealth and...

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Why? That's the question. Why? Why? Why? Why? Why do we live in a world that hates change A world clinging to a past long gone Why must hate be so common Why does the world insist evolution is a myth to progression Maybe it's just because they thrive in the tension Maybe because if we cleared the fog of distraction We would see their...

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bliss an eternity - sans time, space, thought, infinitesimal infinity! ~kcm...

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Informants Parameters Dear Watson, I exclaim to everyone at the table Ambassadors of the latest brand continue talking in fables Calipers on my legs and hands as I begin to feel disabled Passengers of the broken and grand reject these constant labels A touch of light brevity for one to leave some room to contemplate...

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Commemoration for those gone before Affectation of all you continue to adore Altercation at the start of a burgeoning world war Annihilation of the injured, innocent and poor Commensurate collusion of the parliamentary debate Irreverent confusion at the celebration of the state Degenerate delusion as they refuse to integrate Protectorate protrusion while the masses consecrate...

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I've been fed a prune of life, Spooned it silver, everlasting. I spat it out to seek a knife, To chop and cease it of forecasting. The birth is reason as much itself: Not 'yond the self conceived. Wrote for book on busy shelf, Whose tales unread aren't grieved....

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Philosophical Rhymthmic Duality Imminent calamity collides with structured debate Virulent profanity confides with punctured ingrates An insolent generation of insanity resides with a debunked hate The innocent audacity presides over the opinions that rank and rate Alchimedes problem solving in the middle of the night Socrates deliberating over what is wrong and what is right Sophocles writing...

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They all took their seats round the table, It had no head, but all knew where Power sat. Summoned in haste by Ideology itself, for the matter was pressing and oddly stressing. Capitalism sat back—legs crossed, arm draped, already reclined like comfort was inherited. Feminism adjusted her seat, raised it two inches—just enough to be noticed. Consumerism fumbled with six filled bags, Communism leaned...

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In our universe so vast, life and death is an interpretation. In our life, we hold dear sadness, and joy is an imagination. Our life is full of colors, or so we assume, But there are no colours — just the product of our brains. Reality is beyond what we imagine. What we see around is just an illusion. Nothing is...

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S-ilent A-uthor's R-eliable I-nk S-moothly D-esigns I-magery, N-aturally G-iving L-ife A-s S-imple A-s N-ame ©bfa042725 Monocrostic (Birthday of Saris C. Dinglasan) ...

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Maybe I’d be happy if I had a swimming pool Maybe I’d be happy if only I looked cool Maybe I’d be happy if I won the lottery Maybe , just maybe, well maybe. Maybe I’d be happy if I owned a flashy car Maybe I’d be happy, if I was a music star Maybe I’d be happy if I was...

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And We should not be here in the first place: in last place in the worst space. This Earth! The Disgrace! But should we be here at the right time: at due time at the fine line. This Life! The Great Race! So Save yourself: a piece Of peace in one hand. Still Stick to what your gut Would: want at one hand. For There is a proper place for Everything: A place to live, And a...

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Blind My eyes are dim, I do not see. How could this happen, to someone like me? I’m not a bully, a thief, or a cad. Just a hardworking man, like my grandfather and dad. As children we played a silly game. Called blind man’s bluff, that was its name. With our eyes covered, it’s just...

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my heart, the perfectly shaped egg oh dear, hear me out, would you? i can explain it, everything, for you it's a philosophy only one can understand, will you? i'm not like the rest i used to want glasses, freckles, and even braces i used to rock back and forth like i was in a movie at some point, even wanted to...

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