Philosophy Poems | Examples of Philosophy Poetry

Within this sanctum of breath and bone— ten trillion anchorites mimic their devotions. Bacteria threading blood’s vermilion rivers braiding holy water into the cathedral of now. Their alchemy transmutes starlight into the wine of existence— decanted from Orion’s mythical vine. Viruses— those threshold wraiths between being and unbeing— inscribe new verses in the living gospel of our chromosomes. Fungi a cappella in mycelial tongues through marrow’s moaning chambers decomposing resurrection from each small death we die. We are not hosts— but cantatas still composing...

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See where the birds went And where the wind sent The reason the twigs bent Hear what the words meant. I see where the birds go I don't see where the wind blow I see the twigs vow down low Amazing and fearsome I know. The picture is destructively feel To the mind is excruciating so real To the heart near or far but nil The...

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Deep in melancholy fields I sit. Heavy with the thought, I'm pinned in place The past, present, future wrestle in silence A hill of happiness rises in the distance—out of reach, yet inviting I notice that both sides are longer than the apogee My legs tremble, not from the height but from fear Fear of short-lived joy Each step echoes in the...

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To ponder or not to ponder - that is the question. Is it a waste of my precious seconds, minutes, hours To dwell on the questions that plague my mind? I spend my waking and waning hours mulling and considering, Crashing waves of question marks and possibilities Dance around in my mind's eye, quelling the beast of sleep. A skeptical girl's...

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I chanced upon a rushing mirror who danced along with all the urgency of an early summer's wind, a serene creature whose silver surface seemed to only focus on reaching the sea. In its tail I saw a human, whose hair was the same colour as mine, whose nose and mouth breathed the same air I did, whose eyes captured my every...

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Please tell me it’s summer every day of the year. Please tell me that Aerosmith plays from the sky. Please tell me that heaven’s a basketball court. Please tell me that everyone’s life has a point. Please tell me that no one is ever alone. Please tell me that dying is easily explained. Please tell me that broken birds get back...

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What if our planet is sentient In ways we don’t understand And we by out actions have Upset events it had planned, Brought forward change By hacking down the trees, And Interfering in many ways That just didn't please. On a body the size of a planet We are just like irritant fleas, Or maybe to be considered As an invasive skin disease. Perhaps a period...

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i wonder if my sister is aware she’s the reason i lost my muchness it’s like i don’t want to be loud anymore i want to be like a whisper or a gust of wind i want to be quiet and go unnoticed so bad that i tip toe and hold my breath maybe because i approached it...

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An isolating darkness looms: A numb yet tingled skin; And residues of twilight's gloom, As walls unseen close in. This place feels sharp, yet vague and stale; The clash stirs strife within. My fingers click and spread—a snap! So faint—I fear I'm dead. Insipid airs invade my lungs: The voices haunt my ears; Adrift in dreamlike black, undone, Alone, still lacking fear. Commanded, guided, commandeered My soul is...

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Like each drop of water raises the rivers, Like each star is light to your path, Like each bird carries our memories, Each of us is part of the cosmos’ story. ...

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I'd like to know who was the brain who invented pain. ...

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The end of days is a term Dark enough To make men squirm And real enough In a way To make one consider His final day… Without regrets…who’s to say And doing so I must look back On what I wrought And what I wrecked What I built And what I broke What I gave And what I took Then the book that tallies sums Finds me wanting And then some For...

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perception sees beyond reality interprets to the best of its ability optimism keeps fire burning in one’s heart while pessimism gleefully tears everything apart instead of being boggled with the mundane romance fills our days with wonder and champagne a dusting of fantasy does wonders to cast a spell kicks life up a notch and that’s no bagatelle Submitted on July 5,...

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Present cannot set advantage Over past, that seems like gone Though it’s always on the verge Of the memories you prone To belong to, while intending To break free from shades of time Partly loosing understanding Doesn’t look at all sublime But it goes like Latin dictum Drive the nature out of door Then it flies back home to victim Through the window, like before. ...

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