Short Camus Poems
Short Camus Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Camus by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Camus by length and keyword.
Smoke
I read Camus
in the front garden
in the light of
the streetlamp
across the street
and thought about death
drum n bass played
from the house
across the street
laughter, a cigarette
thoughts of
grandfather suicide
laughter from across
the street. a tear
but it’s only smoke...
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Categories:
camus, death, life,
Form:
Free verse
Bedroom Boredom
We had the opportunity
A real dissipation of our emptiness
But why be like everyone else
We decided to court our boredom
It sat with us
Edged its way
Into fallow moments
Outside the pubs spill out
Violence is the nature
The child of their boredom
We shut the window
Turn our heads back to Camus...
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Categories:
camus, childhood
Form:
I do not know?
A Student's Work
Occupations are not
all useful, like when Sisyphus rolls
and nobody cares. Even Camus
can’t justify my love
of quantum or calculus, when it’s burn-lonely
rolling out the integrals: I integrate
myself into a human
-ist Existentialist here’s the point -ist
theory of why I am why I am
and when I differentiate my parents
chide me. I gather the pieces again....
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Categories:
camus, child, education, high school, math,
Form:
Free verse
Knowing
I feel like I met my spirit today
Maybe it is the soft piano playing
Or it was from the Camus I was reading
Or maybe it is alignment I am feeling
Between who I think I am
Who I know I was
And who I will be
It is the rock and the seas as one being
It is beautiful it feels like free
It is the feeling like I let my spirit be
To finally know what it means to be free
It is to here the whispers of the universe clearly
To know that you have picked the right journey...
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Categories:
camus, beauty, deep, life, passion, poetry, wisdom, words,
Form:
Blank verse
Interrupted
Should I kill myself,
or have a cup of coffee?
-Albert Camus-
Being dead is blunt,
numbing and offensive.
Yet it is life and not death
that grips you
so hard that pain
is a plea for urgent departure
The impromptu of suicide
is interrupted
by an intelligent question
If a tree falls in a forest
and no one is around to hear it,
does it make a sound?"
The Stoic moment
of self destruction
is momentarily lost
The question deserves
an answer....
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Categories:
camus, blue, philosophy,
Form:
Free verse