Buddhist Poems and Poetry about Buddhism
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Buddhist poems, religious poetry written by those in the Buddhist faith. Also poems about Buddhism, offering different perspectives on the religion. Poetry incorporating symbolism, ideas, practices and beliefs from the Buddhist faith.
dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
3rd Nov 2019 4:49pm
3rd Nov 2019 4:49pm
Mist Opportunities
(How could it happen to be ?
how can it have happened ? ?
So many months & she still is wholly gone
many months still gone
many still gone
wholly.
Can't make this life'thing feel substantial in any way
Near everything loved is taking it's leave taking it's leave
When are the final indignities to be dispersed? I sure as fuck
don't want to miss that at all.
...
how can it have happened ? ?
So many months & she still is wholly gone
many months still gone
many still gone
wholly.
Can't make this life'thing feel substantial in any way
Near everything loved is taking it's leave taking it's leave
When are the final indignities to be dispersed? I sure as fuck
don't want to miss that at all.
...
#anger
#love
#hate
#forgiveness
#Buddhist
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dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
31st Oct 2019 8:34pm
31st Oct 2019 8:34pm
(mal)Apropisms and Lesser Forms of Living
I was gonna write, but
it isn't gonna happen.
(And
why'o'why should it?)
But
I love to contradict
mySelf t'keep that
madding crowd on
their edge, though i bid
them not explode the
sheep. Strange dis-eases
abound in this strangerly
stranging hilltop plateau,
and damn it, "they" rarely
pay attention.
Sack-religious Sonogram,
Come blow that horn, the boys
are in the shithouse & girls
are in the porn. How many toxins
do it take to bring relief?
"He's up in the haystack...
it isn't gonna happen.
(And
why'o'why should it?)
But
I love to contradict
mySelf t'keep that
madding crowd on
their edge, though i bid
them not explode the
sheep. Strange dis-eases
abound in this strangerly
stranging hilltop plateau,
and damn it, "they" rarely
pay attention.
Sack-religious Sonogram,
Come blow that horn, the boys
are in the shithouse & girls
are in the porn. How many toxins
do it take to bring relief?
"He's up in the haystack...
#Christmas
#religion
#God
#Christian
#Buddhist
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prometheus5290
Poem Published
2nd Oct 2019 8:48am
2nd Oct 2019 8:48am
Karma
You can only accumulate bad karma,
and distribute good karma.
Good karma is not yours.
and distribute good karma.
Good karma is not yours.
#Buddhist
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5 Comments
prometheus5290
Poem Published
29th Sep 2019 4:56am
29th Sep 2019 4:56am
tao- pay attention to signs you are going the wrong way
Tao
allows your elbow
to twist and to bend
in directions
that help you lift things
and shift yourself.
But Tao
also allows your elbow
to hyperextend and dislocate,
causing excruciating pain.
Your beneficial paths are wider than your elbow
but pay attention so you know
when tao is trying to show you
when you are about to go
in a way that is detrimental: hyperextended, or dislocated.
allows your elbow
to twist and to bend
in directions
that help you lift things
and shift yourself.
But Tao
also allows your elbow
to hyperextend and dislocate,
causing excruciating pain.
Your beneficial paths are wider than your elbow
but pay attention so you know
when tao is trying to show you
when you are about to go
in a way that is detrimental: hyperextended, or dislocated.
#Buddhist
#Taoism
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Tallen
earth_empath
earth_empath
Poem Published
27th Sep 2019 9:46pm
27th Sep 2019 9:46pm
Philosophy For Life
When I was like Hippos Go Berserk!
no guide to show me the way
I was the untethered soul
immersed in Zen Meditation.
Though not quite Turning Japanese
decided on A Trip to South America
maybe discover my own
Book of Thorns replacing my youth
& Pocket Pal
with my Pocket Zen.
I did managed to uncover
The Hound of Heaven
amidst Sapiens in the
Southern Hemisphere
guiding me
to a new type of Philosophy For Life.
_______________________________________________
1. Philosophy For...
no guide to show me the way
I was the untethered soul
immersed in Zen Meditation.
Though not quite Turning Japanese
decided on A Trip to South America
maybe discover my own
Book of Thorns replacing my youth
& Pocket Pal
with my Pocket Zen.
I did managed to uncover
The Hound of Heaven
amidst Sapiens in the
Southern Hemisphere
guiding me
to a new type of Philosophy For Life.
_______________________________________________
1. Philosophy For...
#identity
#Buddhist
#meditation #philosophical
#meditation #philosophical
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23 Comments
ashbymcgowan
Poem Published
17th Sep 2019 8:17am
17th Sep 2019 8:17am
Five Buddhist poems
FIVE SHORT POEMS
A FEAR OF FLOWERS
Beneath another bright blue sky
So high
Hedges and hills, I turned away from
For all my life, I had feared wild flowers
Plastic is so safe
Yet one day I could not escape
A nearby cherry tree exploded
The speeding petal did not pierce my skin
It was soft
OPEN
Close your eyes
Open your eyes
Open…
IMAGINING
When I was a swift, I made love in the blue sky
When I was a grey seal, I made love in the sea
When I was a...
A FEAR OF FLOWERS
Beneath another bright blue sky
So high
Hedges and hills, I turned away from
For all my life, I had feared wild flowers
Plastic is so safe
Yet one day I could not escape
A nearby cherry tree exploded
The speeding petal did not pierce my skin
It was soft
OPEN
Close your eyes
Open your eyes
Open…
IMAGINING
When I was a swift, I made love in the blue sky
When I was a grey seal, I made love in the sea
When I was a...
#Buddhist
#haiku
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2 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
5th Sep 2019 8:54pm
5th Sep 2019 8:54pm
Out of Style but In Luck
Out of Style but In Luck
My walk takes me through a dimly lit hallway in a downtown business building of Natchez, Mississippi. From around the corner, a woman walks toward me. I immediately recognize her.
I ask her “Do you remember me?”
She smiles wide and replies, “How could I forget those bell-bottoms pants and that plaid shirt? You were mighty sassy but we got you through it.”
I smile back and reply, “Did you read my obit about me being enrolled in your typing class at the time of my death?”
“Oh, now you’re playing head games. I...
My walk takes me through a dimly lit hallway in a downtown business building of Natchez, Mississippi. From around the corner, a woman walks toward me. I immediately recognize her.
I ask her “Do you remember me?”
She smiles wide and replies, “How could I forget those bell-bottoms pants and that plaid shirt? You were mighty sassy but we got you through it.”
I smile back and reply, “Did you read my obit about me being enrolled in your typing class at the time of my death?”
“Oh, now you’re playing head games. I...
#romantic
#astrology
#Buddhist
#rebirth
#FallingInLove
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buddhakitty
Poem Published
31st Aug 2019 3:56pm
31st Aug 2019 3:56pm
eternal
in the scent of a
flower
in the sting of a
bee
in the song of
birds
in the rushing of
water
in the crackling of a
campfire
in the smile of a
friend
in the quietness of our
thoughts
in the movement of
time
after twenty-five
centuries
the Buddha still
speaks
flower
in the sting of a
bee
in the song of
birds
in the rushing of
water
in the crackling of a
campfire
in the smile of a
friend
in the quietness of our
thoughts
in the movement of
time
after twenty-five
centuries
the Buddha still
speaks
#Buddhist
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buddhakitty
Poem Published
15th Aug 2019 00:43am
15th Aug 2019 00:43am
Zen and the wisdom of birds
watching a
bird
flying
overhead
circling
circling
circling
going
nowhere
bird
flying
overhead
circling
circling
circling
going
nowhere
#Buddhist
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buddhakitty
Poem Published
14th Aug 2019 2:19am
14th Aug 2019 2:19am
the stone that floated
a young acolyte, who recently
entered the monastery to learn
the way, saw a venerable ancient
master walking slowly in the garden.
the young man ran over to him
and exclaimed with great excitement,
"Teach me master! Teach me
everything! "
the old master, bent over with age,
looked up at the young man. A
small, wise smile drew back his
lips and he softly said,
"I will teach you nothing."
the novice looked shocked
and walked sadly away, not
realizing that he had experienced
his...
entered the monastery to learn
the way, saw a venerable ancient
master walking slowly in the garden.
the young man ran over to him
and exclaimed with great excitement,
"Teach me master! Teach me
everything! "
the old master, bent over with age,
looked up at the young man. A
small, wise smile drew back his
lips and he softly said,
"I will teach you nothing."
the novice looked shocked
and walked sadly away, not
realizing that he had experienced
his...
#Buddhist
560 reads
6 Comments
slipalong
Poem Published
13th Jul 2019 9:54pm
13th Jul 2019 9:54pm
Maroon
You flew so far to be self aware
From shores of friends
But to their hearts still tied
The notes of your being echoing across the seas
Transformed but somehow still the same
Robes dark red and shaven head
Christened with another name
A doctrine seeps invisible
Our silent chant the strech of weeks and months
Enrichment not in time but in its want
Any belief is a two way street of needs
To give and graciously recieve
Red river claimed you for a while
And cleaned the stains from your old life
New rebirth,...
From shores of friends
But to their hearts still tied
The notes of your being echoing across the seas
Transformed but somehow still the same
Robes dark red and shaven head
Christened with another name
A doctrine seeps invisible
Our silent chant the strech of weeks and months
Enrichment not in time but in its want
Any belief is a two way street of needs
To give and graciously recieve
Red river claimed you for a while
And cleaned the stains from your old life
New rebirth,...
#Buddhist
#faith
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dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
10th Jul 2019 6:53pm
10th Jul 2019 6:53pm
Bodhiharma Came From The West Playing a Deck of Fifty-one (51)
dis-A-sociation for the
rum and crumb(s) of
Our own'liest
state (o'being)
and consult The Council by way of
assuring all flatulent
, (the gas-works, the gas-works, chum!)
support for this self-serving self-seekingness,
that we search for each day, hiding under
the doormat.
It's a long day for want of our cockatrills flying
home for
their well-deserved...
rum and crumb(s) of
Our own'liest
state (o'being)
and consult The Council by way of
assuring all flatulent
, (the gas-works, the gas-works, chum!)
support for this self-serving self-seekingness,
that we search for each day, hiding under
the doormat.
It's a long day for want of our cockatrills flying
home for
their well-deserved...
#love
#hate
#grief
#Buddhist
#faith
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