Short Taoist Poems
Short Taoist Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Taoist by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Taoist by length and keyword.
Taoish
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood
and I? I took the Middle Way....
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Categories:
taoist, philosophy,
Form:
Free verse
A Taoist Borzoi
An old borzoi tossed out on the street
was snubbed by each stray that he’d meet
But now in Key West
where the weather’s the best
he resides in a Taoist retreat
6/8/22...
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Categories:
taoist, humor,
Form:
Limerick
Zany Lainey Zen Cat
Zany Lainey Zen Cat
Her sky-blue eyes beam in serene contemplation
A Taoist kitty enigma in deep meditation
Now guru—Now Zany
Zen again, that's my Lainey!
An inscrutable sage, a cosmic sensation...
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Categories:
taoist, cat, crazy, cute, funny, humor,
Form:
Limerick
Governance
LaoTse, of Taoist fame,
like other healthy politicians,
psychologists,
philosophers,
and poets,
was interested in the humor within spirit-nature's wisdom and folly,
as the wisdom uncovered
through nature-spirit's kind and unkind humors....
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Categories:
taoist, health, humor, nature, spiritual, wisdom,
Form:
Free verse
Contradictions In Terms
Trying to purchase the trust of a Taoist judge
or the wisdom of a sagacious teacher
is like trying to buy love from a healthy nutritionist,
s/he may be for rent to the highest bidder
at a sliding-fee designed to remain mutually unaffordable,
but most holistically
(and often huffily)
not for sale....
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Categories:
taoist, health, humor, love, teacher,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Woo-Wei
Yon I see a stream
That dancing down dwells in now
And all my thoughts seem
To beauty of Nature bow
And flow with the flow of Tao.
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Tanka |20.03.2025| Nature
Note: Woo-Wei: Taoist philosophy meaning non-action or refraining from acting contrary to Nature and dwelling in now. It is going against the grain of things.
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Categories:
taoist, beauty, nature, spiritual,
Form:
Tanka
Early Mourning
Early Mourning
I sift through his Taoist rants
searching the brilliance and madness
for something to make sense; to inspire.
And he does not insult me
with the dust of dead men
though dust is what remains.
Ash falls through my fingers,
as promised, plenty of his own decay,
pure and uncontaminated,
his spirit whispering remembrance;
his legacy blowing in the wind
captured in my heart and lungs....
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Categories:
taoist, death, friendship, funeral, loss, suicide,
Form:
Free verse