Wisdom Poems | Examples of Wisdom Poetry

Viewing dream forms as projection of mind, an aspect of the Self entwined with God, all fears and desires are then left behind, transformed as love in our mellow heart thawed, distanced from ego, whose judgment is flawed. Our soul ascends on choosing to atone, when our reflex response is love alone, that come what may, we grant bliss right of way, as...

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IN THE IRONY OF FORGIVENESS The irony of forgiveness, Is that human nature, doesn't Demand that its cause Be given forgetfulness; Thus, giving anger opportunity To revive its paining spirit Of negative recollection; Versus positive reconciliation:- To forgive and not forget Can prove to be oxymoronic; Inhibiting resurrecting love From eternally bonding Family, friends, or lovers:- The forgiveness we ask of God, We must also give to one another; And this...

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"I could've had Elimelech's land, If not for Ruth the Moabitess' hand. Elimelech's land has much potential, But taking a flawed wife was essential. With the land, I would come out ahead. With Ruth, I'd ruin my future instead. So, I let Boaz redeem both of them. I'm happy to pass this burden to him." "I use what's flawed to bring blessing. Ruth's faith...

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"If I were meant to soar up there with you," said the caterpillar to the butterfly, flitting overhead, "and not stay sitting earthbound here instead, I would have been born with wings, and it will be over my body when dead, akin to a murder of crows, before you'll get me up in one of those funny-looking flying things." ...

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Shadows gather — not of the sun, but of forgetting, of times crushed beneath eternity’s wheel, in the relentless rhythm of a fractured cosmos, where matter melts into light and darkness, and the soul searches for home in digital unrest. The valley — not a mere abyss, but the secret altar of lost memory, the place where time tears and leans, and echoes of...

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time and seeming aging affects us all that's the story told and told convincingly yet appearing with a healing emptiness appearing as these words...

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They claimed this world, Its not what it seems to be. So it started to unravel, bursting at the seams. So I lied in a wake. Unable to slip away. So I'm begging you now go back to sleep. counting your stars while they poison your sheep. Once the wave is set it's doomed to repeat. Thats where they linger hidden within your dreams. Just waiting for...

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choose your thoughts well they are the brick and mortar of your reality making you the architect of your life...

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When it comes at you both barrels In waves to devastate. When I face too many perils... And my help... It comes too late. When every fix is causing problems... That before were not there. With no clear way to solve them... Without facing even more. In battle best not even fought You've given it your all... It took much more than you have got. You...

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a selfish caress to the strange a fist from another lover's rage take heed to those signs of change maybe not by chance joy becomes the wage in the eternal counsel of the sage --------------------------------------------- Contest: Color My Mood Sponsor: Nette Onclaud Poem posted: 05.25.25...

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were it not for rage our bones would lay there yet … bleaching in the wind. ...

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Like a solemn drape on a weeping sky, a rain of insight as vast as the sea, with a belly brimming with hidden truths— of sorrow, stillness, hope and loyalty, and of wisdom, freedom, and clarity....

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[Verse 1] He lived where silence made its home In a house of creaks and dust and stone No letters came, no voices stayed Just shadows dancing through the day Then one soft knock, a bloom in hand A stranger smiled, said, “It’s been planned” He said, “Not mine,” she said, “It’s free” And left him with a mystery [Pre-Chorus] And he said, “Why me,...

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Lots of whys in life: Why this, and not that? And, dear Lord, of all Your unlimited whys why on earth this?! And the whens, wheres and hows no less confounding -- explicitly, words do not resolve themselves alone dictionaries often shelf what needs to be actively open and boundless in mind -- the scholar paints their arid landscapes while the poet gives them or-gasm --...

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A collector of wisdom is he finds it in all he can see From vagabonds to royalty Charlie Chaplin to Grace Kelly in trailer parks and gated communities ...

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