Short Stoicism Poems
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wrinkled stoicism lines
Her face told her life story.
waiting the outcome
Written: August 27, 2021
Pretty Obvious
Stoicism is easy
When you're...
***Insensitive.***
That
Really
Works...
Bud.
(Sigh.)
-Gray Squirrel
07-05-2024
Stoicism defines
Accepting situations
Presented by teacher
Known as experiences
Result of life aftermath
For Resignation Poetry Contest
October 2, 2016
Of all the meteorites
that hit me each day,
I can see my image
at the lighted up
crystal chandelier,
it's terribly crushed;
but the zenith
of my fortitude
still sparkles and says:
You can do it girl!
The blank page just waits
that we fulfill it out, but nothing charges...
moden writing or an eld work
it can be raw reality or chimera,
it welcomes our text
accepts us engaged or out of context...
Not because of the laicism
you changed your name
and religion, converting
to Roman Catholicism.
Not because of politics
or pure stoicism,
but conviction of your mind,
concerning the wholeness
of your being.
Aviation was important
not just for the senses,
but conscious transcendence.
Let's celebrate each day
that mishap abandons us...
Let's live willingly,
let's vibrate with the demonstrations
of joy, and we fight
against everyday
adversity with stoicism,
Only then can we
reap the sweet memories
when everything over...!
The night
holds secrets kept
in dark and silent shrouds,
each escaping the light
of morning sun
to lay still and quiet
unseen, untouched in shaded visions
of deaf blindness
in narcissistic arrogance,
flooded in numb apathy that exudes
from depths of impenetrable stoicism
unable to surface when the light shines.
I have felt the sting
And the joy of the rain
Soaked in its confusion
Watched
As it turned cold
Bitingly cold and angry
Upon a howling wind
Frozen rivulets
Pelting the helpless
Becoming a more friendly
Soft fluffiness
Drifting into mountains
Burying all hope
Smothering
Isolated thought
Shaping the future
Of a sunrise
Hardening the resolve
Of life
The mirror.
Then stoicism.
Frozen and calm.
Focused.
Then moving shakily.
Movements, and jolting.
Then I’m focused again.
Moving.
Calm but ready movements.
Knocking on the door, but I don’t react.
I can no longer move.
I can blink a little bit, still.
The mirror is blinking with me.
I am focused.
The mirror.
I am in the mirror.
Down with pessimism
Drown not in negativism
Beware of escapism
Steer clear of cynicism
Keep far from fanaticism
It only invites antagonism
Too lonely is monasticism
Too stifling, collectivism
Failure dogs perfectionism
Emptiness mars materialism
Insularity deadens catechism
Stoicism breeds fatalism...
True, this poem is full of criticism
~ But it ends on a note of optimism
I'm planting myself between reason and stoicism
All the odious black stuff is coming back
like oxide fillings on the factory floor
Some see a new uprising happening soon
Give me back my time
which is laying on the ledge
within an inescapable air hole
digesting all the pain that's here to stay
The harvest of disavowal
by the chagrin lady
except I have listened too far
and the people have spoken
It's all in my eyes
What you see is no disguise
My intent is so sincere
I'm aiming and shooting without fear
My energy is indefatigable
I can meet night with day and still be excitable
In the midst of storms, I'm unflappable
My level of stoicism is masterful
I'm peering
and I'm steering
I'm honing
and I'm toning
I'm leveling
and I'm not settling
This is MY FOCUS
And this is no hocus pocus
Melancholy
A black bile veil becomes the widow -
Her euphoric beauty, now cursed.
Onyx gloves cover her silky soft hands.
Her tears, like wax, permanently fixed.
An imminent dark cloud covers her heart.
It never rains, just simmers in sadness.
Stoicism plays its game, never again smiling
The widow derides all tidings of gladness.
2nd place winner
Contest:Melancholy
9/25/2016
He was with me then
As I searched for a new place
In which I could live
But he does not speak
He is my companion
He wants to help me
I don’t believe yet
That he won’t come home ever.
But I just pretend
When I am with folk
They tell me I am stronger.
Oh,comparisons!
Yeah,I need no-one
No words of comfort or love
I must be a stone.
My stoicism
A wonder to the heavens
My dead face fakes peace.
Stoicism stands for wisdom,
Virtue and success,
Education,
Information,
Beat a gritty guess.
Virtue is the guiding force,
Of values that remain,
Honesty and clarity,
Promote a greater parity,
That modesty and charity retain.
Stoicism stands for truth,
In what we say and do,
Standing tall,
Is after all,
A harmony of two.
If you shake the money tree,
Shake it for a cause,
Love’s election,
Not perfection,
Settles for a pause.