Short Skepticism Poems
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surely hate
being in jailed seat
I'm battling
to be heard
not shoved back into silence
halved to denial
Written: April 30, 2022
Freedom in an unfree world
- healthy skepticism
Perform heroic acts
never criticize
... wish for a miracle
(donkey) ... doesn't matter
Nonbeliever
by Michael R. Burch writing as Kim Cherub
She smiled a thin-lipped smile
(What do men know of love?)
then rolled her eyes toward heaven
(Or that Chauvinist above?).
Trump Surrounded by Skepticism
Trump was surrounded by skepticism;
Then after he would initiated a schism,
He did attrack,
A heart attack,
That was extinguished by an embolism.
Jim Horn
Auditory dementia envelops upon a grandeur scale. Skepticism dilutes the
experience, painting an abyss of soul in-cognizant. Xenophobia empowers the weak,
imploring a dissonant decadence awaiting.
Skepticism and Inepticism
Sometimes we seem to understand sceptism,
Unless it has been interfered with inepticism;
Not sure,
If impure,
Then ended up being fooled by deceiptiveism.
Jim Horn
The account of Descartes was redoubtable:
“I exist, since this thought is undoubtable.”
Mister Hume peered inside,
Said, “I see naught besides
Just my thoughts, so your logic is floutable.”
You could wallpaper your home with her skepticism
She trusts no one
Especially not her siblings
Or her parents
This sets her turntable for life
I doubt is her mantra
Bet you are lying is her motto
People are not standing in line to become her friend
tonight
the dark
comes with
skepticism, doubt, distrust.......
tonight
the pain
touches
incredulity and scoffing
tonight
the loneliness
comes for
an inclination to believe that we are motivated purely by self-interest
-September 06, 2019 Chattogram
skepticism challenged by faith*
*1 Corinthians 2:5 That your faith should not stand in the wisdom of men, but in the power of God.
July 23, 2023
4th place " Short Poem in Four Words" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Di11y Da11y; judged on 7/23/2023.
What are we, if not seafarers?
Writing words and aspirations to escape,
Kraken's grasp of deep dark seas.
Of turbulent brains during the storm.
A wave of skepticism, as if love was magic.
Isn't conceivable that this never occurs.
Written: November 29, 2022
reaching-out with love
discontent yet happy heart~~~
moves for caring deeds...
midst skepticism
discontentment strives toward~~~
joy's functionality...
though apathy grips
positive discontentment~~~
works for sincere mirth...
discontented glee
does persevere to triumph~~~
yielding thankful life!
Religions of habit..
The simplicity
Of the Teaching
Amazes and brings
Skepticism..
Why..it is asked
Was this not found
many eons ago..?
A legitimate query
From our habitual
Reference..
Yet..each of us
Might set our habitual
Religion aside
At any time or place
And recognize
Under our habits
What we have sought
For our own eons...
How do you know what to believe
Especially when it’s words?
Did you see it, did you do it
Or was it only heard?
Was it real in time and space
Or only in your head?
Was it a thing you can hold
Or only something said?
And can you tell which is which
If you’re awake or dreaming?
How do you know what to believe
What's real or only seeming?
(9/5/26)
Neither Punxsutawney Phil today
Nor Staten Island Chuck
Saw their shadows when emerging,
Which to many is good luck.
It predicts a shorter winter
And an entryway to spring,
Though there's skepticism surely
When a groundhog is the king.
Still, we hark to their predictions,
Causing many to rejoice.
Yet, the almanac, to me, would be
The harbinger of choice.
Intention
Invention
Intervention
—Inferno or supernal?
Tons and tons of perilous water roaring to the ocean
Thanks to fission without vision—
Is it time to reverse the chain reaction?
Utopianism
Skepticism
Consumerism
All kinds of -ism
But where is
Optimism?
Neon god
Chat god
We are God
Who else to tell us
We are flawed?
God willing, not until
the next invention
can I write a poem
or only rhyme
I’m not sure where I’m goin’
it’s one word at a time
like data through a modem
still, I hope for the sublime
a psychospiritual novum
to delight a reader's mind,
show how jaded skepticism is ho-hum,
and like sex, ecstatically manifest the divine
.
.
A song for this:
The Deepest Sighs, the Frankest Shadows by Gang of Youths
Palo Alto by Jack River
There are things you know you know
and there are things you don't.
There are things you couldn't know,
and many things you won't.
But when it comes to knowing things
there's one thing to be sure;
we'll never know about everything,
though that does have some allure.
So if you're asked a question
with no evidence to show,
there's nothing wrong in answering
with a simple "I don't know."
Oh, faith,
You, North Star of my soul
That helps me navigate over the
Dark waters of doubt, uncertainty, and
Skepticism,
I implore you to guide my heart through
The perilous reefs of ignorance and of falsity,
Towards
The serene shores of knowledge and veracity,
Where
The sun of our Lord's truth, eternally, shines!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
24 October 2022
One night a lady was pessimism.
There were skepticism in her head.
The man that she wanted so badly was acting strange.
After nine months she saw him with another woman.
He was before to her like starry sky.
Now she have to resigned to call him mine.
He was indifferent for the lady he was with for nine months.
As she was about to fall asleep she thought why sardonic my life has become.
Form:
This morning, I renew my faith in man
Whispering into the morn's early light,
Waking to a new twenty-four hour span
Shining into opened eyes, the sun bright,
I am a man--forcefully proud, upright,
Feel the heady rush of fresh optimism
Escaping yesterday’s foul cynicism;
Looking ahead to novel adventure
No more reason for rampant skepticism,
Will accept no hate-filled, angry censure.
written June 2, 2021
Every time I think I understand the world
I find that I am sadly mistaken
Truths are never fully validated
And for every truth refuted
My doubt, my skepticism grows
Losing trust in the world around me
Losing the ability to tell fact from fiction
Where is the answer?
Where is any answer?
I shall continue my wayward spiral
Into the vast darkness of uncertainty
Where is the light when darkness is just as dim?
("I of the Beholder," 2014, original pen and ink)
This world is nothing
If not an allegory
For a shimmering mirage,
A riddle wrapped in a mystery
Inside an enigma,
Reified into everything
We know and trust.
But I can assure you
When all we seas is troubled
The sanest way
To navigate
Is with both a healthy dose
Of skepticism and humor.
With these in hand
The Great Absurdity
Will thus open.
(12/19/25)
Tonight
Tonight, the road’s gone quiet.
The world sleeps, the night watch takes over.
My bed is warm, my fan hums just right.
The weather’s been cool lately.
I know this
never again will we see this particular time frame,
a corridor that disappears with every step taken.
So I pause to take it all in
in gratitude, in skepticism,
all these I see.
Oh, how fleeting our moments are.
To grow is to die,
and I do that daily.
Question the lustrous brilliance of starlight
burning like flares in murkiest hours of night.
Ponder with skepticism that Earth moves.
I will accept it, though my mind behooves.
Tell me you believe that Truth can be a Liar,
but not for a moment think that I will conspire
with another. I vow before His Holiness above...
Never will I give you cause to doubt my love.
* Based on a scene from Shakespeare's Hamlet.