Skepticism Poems - Poems about Skepticism

I went to the cop, in New Haven PD I said I've got a crime story, but it's hard to believe The cop said cheerfully, "let's hear, try me" So I took a deep breath, tried a memory retrieve. I said, "for a year I was getting the urge to merge It disrupted my sleep, and I tried to purge You...

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I like to invite Happiness over for tea But I'm always anxious when it stays longer than I expect While it sits in the living room, peacefully drinking from it's cup My heart beats faster Anytime soon, the cup will break Maybe there's too much sugar in the tea I start pacing around the house doing everything but entertaining my guest But...

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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...

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To his Hungarian Jewish village, Moses returned Atrocities were dismissed, his warnings spurned He described Jews buried in ditches, gave details to persuade: Agonized children, naked corpses, but the villagers were not swayed Moses was diagnosed by his listeners as mad He shouted, "Listen to me", but the wall was ironclad He asked, "where are all the people who went with...

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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...

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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...

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What is this soul we talk about? Might I find it in a droplet of water Perhaps, in a pop tune … a shout, In a loving mother, an abusive father? Elusive and ethereal, so hard to find Is it in our unique thought processes, A synonym for the individual mind, Something every human possesses? Perhaps, a figment of imagination? Something we cannot understand, Many...

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I plead, out of cynicism, for accepting. I am here, and my regrets are flagging. It's unlikely for me just to be harming. My chest has gotten used to my suffering. Confession is ugly and does not avail. My silence helps me feel like such an angel. My poem often turned into a puzzle. It...

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Empty promises waft effortlessly through the air The vacuous bleating of self-important bloviators, Who claim the best interests of the noble citizenry Uppermost in their clever, plotting minds who dare To seek approval from the greater masses at the polls, While thinly disguising their not-so-quixotic intentions. Such troublesome breaches in the breastwork Of liberty, these mischievous self-indulgent trolls Who feed from the public...

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He meandered the alleyways of being uncertain of the origins of his conceptions, unclear about the emergence of his thought. Along the way, he happened on Erebus, deepening shadows of skepticism, darkening the lines of incredulity. He regarded this as quite strange. What possible value could there be to acuminate agnosticism? What purpose could cultivating qualms serve? Erebus stopped and...

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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?)....

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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...

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(title shamelessly borrowed from Daniel C. Dennett’s book of the same name) Brainwashed parents, brainwashed kids. Abort the vortex: hit the skids! Become the one who dares to find How much tradition's tricked your mind. Not by parents’ views alone, By peers, as well, strange seeds were sown. Beliefs took root, grew deep and real, Yet may defraud; don’t go by feel. When you’ve...

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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.”...

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Poor ol’ Pyrrho, he’s the hero Of my somber poetry: Couldn’t figure how to pick your Core beliefs with certainty. Bold Descartes, he got the party Started with his Cogito. Up popped Pyrrho (what a zero!), Said to think is not to know. Next, John Locke, he tried his luck; he Claimed true knowledge must appear By consensus of the senses, But just how, he wasn’t...

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