Short Sartre Poems

Short Sartre Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Sartre by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Sartre by length and keyword.


Ah Liberty

If
“Condemned To Be Free”
as Sartre said,
Then 
doom me forever
—unchained and unled 

(Bryn Mawr Pennsylvania: February, 2021)
Form: Rhyme


Breaking Through

If Sartre was right
and
“Hell Is—Other People”
then
Isolation holds the key
that
opens perception’s door

(Dreamsleep: September, 2022)

Someone's Been Reading Sartre

... to exist is to settle like dust a thin film percolates, a pining gust strips skin and static so long a crust ... atoms touch atoms, rust to rust
© Dan Keir  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Verse

Absurd Little People

There once was a man named Camu
said suicide's the thing you should do..
your brief life’s got no meaning
Sartre: "That's what it's seeming"
The universe- as I-- don’t care a whit for you!
© Toni Orban  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Limerick

Valentine On Sartre

Kissing your cheek
time after time
then at once, you asked:
"What are you doing?"
"Counting my blessings," I said
"I was never good with numbers, though,
so I start it all over and over again
and imagine Sisyphus happy."
© Diana Bosa  Create an image from this poem.


God Is

God is a vibration,  
Confusion of man’s contemplation.
God is a vibration,
An angelic infusion unto redemption.
God is more than art;
More compelling than Sartre:
God is the universe made explicit.
God is a vibration,
More precious than salvation.
God is a vibration,
Submerged within light:
God is more than man’s invention.



Glenn Jr. Marchand
Form:

Premium Member Copla Veintiocho This Bad Guy World

COPLA VEINTIOCHO : This Bad Guy World

Bad Guys with bad girls squirt at will
Since sexual revolution:
Plague emotion

The intellectual love kill
Learn from Left-drilled safe permission:
Drug-filled Dick-tion

Kids who rampage on exposed thighs
Quote Beauvoir and Sartre as of right:
Leak-minded sots

They who let babies suck on lies
Heroic mothers out-of-sight:
Who rock the cots

© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2014
© T Wignesan  Create an image from this poem.

The Link

Neurotechnology,
a gift or a bane

With thoughts simply neurons,
case structure our brains

Is humanity destined
to merely plug in

Will all beauty and truth
be a programmer’s whim

And what of our history
that starts to rewrite

Will all paradox suffer,
conversation contrite

From Plato to Sartre,
one thing is the same

The essence of man
—will a mystery remain

(St. David’s Pennsylvania: March, 2021)
Form: Rhyme

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