Philosophy Poems | Examples of Philosophy Poetry

Fragility is quite a strength just as the crucial bumblebees’ breath Perhaps not only titularly gentleness is stronger than severity . . . Channeling Emily Dickinson : To be a feather in a holocaust – hope, sewn in the soul, sings the song needed most A minor thought on regeneration : To regrow the leg the mantis lost – a marvel on...

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fallacies of self truth sleep with little dignity ~ when truth is heard...

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the splendour of nothing is reward itself ~ all I own is my heart...

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I’m as pragmatic as a lemming The most important day I missed Stayed in my hole cause it was raining Didn’t want my destiny to meet And probably she thought the same Had mixed me for another one Who craved to get his lemming fame Like other lemmings also ran Towards the beauties of blue sea Each tried to keep up with a...

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When I was ash... I knew wind more intimately than breath. I knew what it meant... To scatter without sorrow. That is all I remember....

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There is a fire in me Not meant to destroy. It lights ruins So I can read the old names. It warms no one... But, it remembers....

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It is thinner than hope Stronger than belief. Woven from silence Tied to a sigh. The thread between worlds Is not seen... it is lived. A tug in the chest when nothing’s wrong Tells all... In the tear that falls... before goodbye....

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Somewhere, in a hush not bound by walls My other waits... Not the twin of flesh But the echo I left behind... When I chose to live, this time forward. And if I call... A silence answers. For then, when I better listen... It breathes my name From both ends of the sky....

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The sky does not explain itself It simply opens. The wanderer... quiet with ash and memory Does not ask it to. For there is a wind that knows his name It never speaks it aloud. As together, they walk... Not forward, but further....

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Atmospheric Elocutions For Surviving Armageddon Elocution lessons for the morality police Persecution of those not callously elite Convolution of the elongation of the technique Revolution from the poor, downtrodden and bleak Ageless reckonings that are born from conscious defiance The rage less beckoning of a protest in non-violence The senseless converting to a reflective space of...

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The scientists of today think deeply instead of clearly. One must be sane to think clearly, but one can think deeply and be quite insane. ~ Nikola Tesla nights are dark and long and those who come only to wheedle me into eating, or drinking, or brushing my hair coddle and coo yet bear knife and needle to prepare my mind...

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The archer shooting his arrow without hesitating, the musician effortlessly improvising, the singers seamlessly blending, the speaker clearly enunciating. It's not about being lazy or passive or being forceful or combative. Nothing unnecessary or artificial, it's about being spontaneous and natural, coming from an inner elemental source... like water finding its course....

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If God were a Woman But, He ain’t The Bible tells me so He wouldn’t abandon His children Like a deadbeat Dad Create stars to foster kin Use child labor to make hijabs Covering the universe in shame He just inseminates galaxies Leaving diapers for others Sending humanity to boarding school Teaching survival of the fittest Like his beloved Son crucified Who failed His test yet won While mother...

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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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