Stoics Poems | Examples

Encouraging Black Bird

I can white write more
But I fight to write less
What can I sandy say 
That hasn’t been said

By other poets more great
Or silver stoics seeking soul
Bored blue with my poems today
Despite neon nite my mind unfolds

But then I get soupmail from you
Poetic sky once grey becomes blue
Is it your praise or faith in word
That cinnamon celebrates being heard
So thank you little black bird

Of Stoicisms Stoics

A true great honor
     walking upright
no way a fawner
     alert and bright
under the spotlight
     a bestowed pride
relish the limelight
     not cringe or hide
parade avenues
     take in the thrill
happiness renews
     shrimps on the grill
highlights of glory
     those who are brave
enables story
     they're all they gave
but truly noted
     be they known stoics
can they be gloated
     of their heroics
can we ever know
     love like agape
no one that they show
     nor do they say
war wounded they save
     but can be said
they pray by that grave
     The Unknown Dead.

- Stoicism As Way of Life -

    The simple recipe for a healthier life
    a Stoic view unaffected by impulses or emotions
    The impressions and interpretation of the world
    Bury any negative thoughts
    accept your responsibility for your own emotions
    What you can't control,
    doesn't must be worrisome
    What you do today, can do tomorrow brighter

    Anyone can acquire
    the keys of wisdom of the Stoics
    through making oneself a positive person
    Convictions, attitudes and hopeless habits
    a fruitful and educational process
    Finding the correct focus, life is full of surprises
    You yourself are the forge of your own success
    The inside and the outside changes
    you gives of yourself, embrace and comfort
    A wisdom of life for our time where uncertainty abounds
    Explore the possibilities that others may not have seen

Facing Life

wild waves we' will face
in this rough sea that is life...
 thus brave, stoics we'll win

Singing and Stealing

She said somebody staged sordid shows.
Sometimes, simple souls sold solo songs.
Seems sad sounds saturated seven solid scenes.
Silly sad singers sat, singing silently since Saturday.
Sunday snow suddenly stalled; stood stunningly still.
Stoics stopped strangers shipping stolen steaks.
Sandwiches, soups, spaghetti; slowly surfaced.                                                                                           
Smooth-faced soft-hearted soldiers showed.
Solid, strong, speedy, spirited, slow speech.

062822PSCtest, Begin with A Letter, Angela Tune
The Letter 'S'

Grateful Insights

The sole praise for being blessed is priceless.
Inhale the soft glow of the soul welly.
It's false to force others to your embrace. 
He just pulls the faint air from blessed body. 
Desire to get rid of gloom and sadness.

What a gloss golden chance to be alive. 
Leading, sustaining, and soulful living.  
There have been few reshaping swarmed to thrive.  
Regret has excelled in untethering.  
Having reached a whit of skill to contrive.

What glory has been given utterly? 
Our goal is to live as long as feasible. 
I loathe the stoics for their tenacity. 
Ignore your claim round ranking audible. 
What we've created is almost perfectly. 

What an excellent feeling that all is good.  
As I rode, I grasped how to be together.
The work is still in the layering hood. 
It was an outcome of prior sway blunder.
This is a huge gift from the diced awards lured. 


Written: November 22, 2021

Oh To Be Tranquil

Oh it's so hard to be tranquil.
But I'm doing the least that I can
to harvest passionate experiences
in the cargo-cult van.
To divest of stress and worry.
To divest of uncertainty and dependency. 
To opt instead for calmness and tranquillity,
in a state of untroubled stable ataraxia*.
Neither denying nor affirming anything in
shadows that cross my path, beyond my control.
I’ve got my stuff together, with my life
back in balance, stable, 
serene and harmonious.


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* Ataraxia is an Ancient Greek term used by Pyrrho and subsequently Epicurus and the Stoics for a lucid state of robust equanimity and tranquillity when free from distress and worry.
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Blind Indirection

Preferred indifference,
the Stoics say

The arm’s length model
where choices stray

In for a penny,
in for a pound

The shield left naked
—when outward bound

(Dreamsleep: May, 2021)

Small World Enchanted

Small Tree Planted
Its Roots Extend
Small World Enchanted
Its Branches Ascend

Mountains In Glory Rise
Shining Forth Fatherly Strength
Reaching Into The Skies 
A God At Length. 

From A Rain To A Drought
Nature Shows Her Power Divine
As A Flower About To Sprout
To Her Glory, Stoics Resign

April 8 2020
Serenity In Scenes Of Mother Nature Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Chantelle Anne Cooke

Us - You and Me

We breathe
into our worlds
a hint of angst
afloat upon
a scented kiss
of thanks.
We see the world
through jaundiced,
seeking eyes
betrayed by
canyon wrinkles
cloudy skies.
We hear
soft gentle moan
of whispering Elm
share secrets
only rooted stoics tell.
We touch			
moments eternal
as we scroll
past paths
of everlasting
that we stole.
We taste
sweet succulence 
of joy’s desire,
harsh bitterness
of livings
endless fire.
We are
the edge of life’s
unending shoal
our eyes the windows
of  a stained
glass soul.


©4/17/2018

submitted to – NEW POEMS ONLY – 2 Poetry Contest
sponsor – Emile Pinet

Stoic Silence Serves

Stoic Silence Serves

The silent stoic stands
mumbling ice crusted mantra
“my light must never fail”.

Riddled by the sting of stony hail
blanched white by salty spray
peering into the maelstrom’s eye

un-blinking in the excoriating gale
knowing its duty is to serve
those in need – at their worst.

A silent storm’s “eye” mocks
the stoics steadfast stance
unable to comprehend such light

retreats again to fleeting fury
howls at the penetrating beam
exposing the peace within its core.



©7/18/2017

submitted to – Lighthouse – Poetry Contest

Oh My God

OH MY GOD!!!

Assemble all the gods we’ve built,
stand them in a line, then walk along
the corridor and ponder which is yours,
which is mine?  Dragons, stoics, satyrs,
saints, all stony faced with colored paints.
Some in regal pompous robes others missing
all their clothes.  Fierce and sullen, sour faced
one look to put you in your place, kind and
gentle, bended knee promising to set you free.
Ogre sneers on giant cats, fat and sassy spoiled brats.
These are the gods we have created.
Thank God they never met - and mated.


John G. Lawless

Empty Depth of Barren Canyon

Empty Depth of Barren Canyon


to know the empty depth of barren canyon,
the reverberated sound of distant fear,
feel the surging scar of river’s scalpel,
bleed the muted red of sun bleached clay.

to feel the eyes of passersby upon you
marveling at the beauty of your loss
awed by your resistance to times passion
humbled by your failing stoics guise.

to hear the lonesome shriek of eagle
fall silent on cliff dwellings gone to dust
and share the emptiness of longing
for gentle songs to interrupt the hush.

to touch the heats imagination
an oasis in the midst of baking sand
hold for but a blinking moment
the vision of a canyon not so grand.


John G. Lawless
1/30/2014

Humble Stoics

Emperor of Rome, in a time of peace,
Marcus Aurelius filled with pride.
Steadfast in his stoic belief,
in virtue alone does he abide.

The school of righteous thinking,
Zeno of Citium, in three hundred B.C.
Emotionless throughout the painted stoa,
Learned philosophers for all to see.

Men of value and high status,
suppression of feelings so unknown.
From poorest slave to rich monarch,
intelligence carved from common stone.

The greatest thinkers of their time,
Cicero met his death with dignity.
Over looking a quiet golden sunset,
enjoying his last vision of divinity.

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