Philosophy Poems | Examples of Philosophy Poetry

"Everyone's Searching" (Willie Nelson Style; 4/4 Rhythm) Verse 1 (G) Some want their diamonds, (C) some want their gold (G) Some want to stay young and (D) never grow old (G) Some want only to (C) make love (G) Others want a love to (D) hold (G) Some want to (C) save their eternal (G) soul Verse 2 (G) Some seek for pleasure, (C)...

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Until it's time to pop my clogs, shuffle off this mortal coil, I'll ensure my life is fun-filled not just daily drudgery and toil. As all work and no play would make me one dull boy, listless, senseless, bored witless, not my Mother's pride and joy. And so, in closing, I'm compelled to say, "Exercise free will, don't wait, hesitate or trust to fate, before you're...

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To desire Is to question. To question Is the desire to know. Now, here's a question: Do you ever question Your desire? ...

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They locked her in a box of gold, with chains that shimmered, stories told. "Stay pretty,  still–don't ask for more, The fire in you? Just folklore". she smiled like myths were make–believe, But hid a flame beneath her sleeve. each breath she took was kindling slow, A furnace marked in ash and glow. The saw her feathers, red and bright, But...

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after Alone, by Edgar Allan Poe We understand you Poe, You saw the world through a darkened lense-- The passions you sought were from a spring that was filled with pleasures most twee--- One's sorrow is uniquely painful from another's, don't fret now Poe, for there is worse to come-- That is not true Poe for the Ravens who know you won't let...

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When I see the darkness, I see the Qliphoth, Each shadow mirrors the fire I’ve crossed. A soul forged where mercy is lost— I rise from Hell with no fear of cost. They say I walk with devils and flame, That I’ve chosen a path of whispers and shame. ...

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Filth is a reflection of our hearts, our spirit. Until we clean the interior up...there will be no better, cleaner earth. Everything we touch will turn to dung. Earth is an image of our interior home -- one from outside the earth, if wanting to know where mankind is spiritually, need look no further than...

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Have I finally found what I am searching for? That so wanted, yet that so far away. My most tender and fragile yearning. Color amidst vast skies of gray. I've marveled in awe at the cosmos divine. Gazed into the obsidian expanse, wide-eyed. What am I but a humble...

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Men judge other men Not by their motivations But by their actions Who writes history It's written by survivors No one else is left In a person's life What can be worse than old age The alternative A man becomes old When his past regrets start to Take the place of dreams Hypocrisy is In its way a pillar of Civilization Childhood is over When a door that's left ajar Lets the...

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I sit on a throne of unfinished things, wearing a crown of missed chances, a robe of echoes and brittle stances, stitched with the pull of quiet strings. My mini palace is kept on my palm, built from silent, paused goodbyes. I spread my kingdom with quiet gaze, ruled it with intent none could revise. I am self-slaved by chosen remand, My soldier thumb...

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Evil… …does not …will not …cannot Control… Evil… ...

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It is the way of the people, people like you, people like me. It is the way of the people, to want whatever they see. It is the way of the people, people like you, people like me. It is the way of the people, to take whatever they please. It is the way of the people, people like you, people like me. It is...

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I step out to face the night, shielded like a medieval knight; and count my victories boldly won, need not count far for that is one; drag my fingers roughly through my hair, and stumble on the bones of some lost hare; never to remember peace, but lose myself a bit a piece; life never...

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After he died, I'm always drinking. After she died, I'm always smoking. Because what use is a life worth living If I cannot numb the grief I am feeling. After he died, I'm always wondering What could've been if everything was improving. After she died, I'm always being A better person for those worth loving. After he died, I was always crying About how...

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“The sun is new each day.”- Quote by Heraclitus -- One In Five Poetry Contest, Image 1 ----------------------------------------------- I embrace light with open arms Paddling all night in bitter cold Yearning so much for daybreak charms I embrace light To welcome sun in his robes gold A moment when nature transforms With all calls, chirps, tweets and songs bold Wiping off pesky fog, Earth warms Lives wake...

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