Philosophical Poems
#philosophical
Philosophical poems studying the nature of knowledge, reality and existence. Also poems about being philosophical, trying to calmly rationalise disappointing personal experiences, or the failures of society and humankind as a whole.
LokiOfLiterati
Poem Published
16th Nov 2019 11:50pm
16th Nov 2019 11:50pm
Whoa.. post hook up flow
Quibble and spar for days / Or scribble charts from human waves / Frivolous bars to play / Over the hills and far away / Unmarked grave over which a tire swing hung and twisted / Higher rungs in each fist exhibited / River runs; stone gets molded to fit / Silver tongue doing the Iron Lotus / Until she sighs and explodes in bliss / Tipsy holdover from the infinite precipice / Recipe to re-set me / Sky collects, watery breath / Facial spray crests and ride the reverie / Like Icarus fell only to land on a jet-ski
#spiritual
#TruthOfLife
#philosophical #sacrifice
#philosophical #sacrifice
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drivelicious13
alon aLion
alon aLion
Poem Published
16th Nov 2019 10:33pm
16th Nov 2019 10:33pm
Genderless Members
Genderless Members
awash Saintly
in taint gravy
the aim surely
of Prophet Marley
to free ourselves
from mental
and apparently
physical slavery
savor
deceased
Thanksgiving Turkey
its suffered abuses
justified by
its juices
basted
and tasted
from every orifice
giving all of US
the TOTAL EXPERIENCE
despite nurture's ...
awash Saintly
in taint gravy
the aim surely
of Prophet Marley
to free ourselves
from mental
and apparently
physical slavery
savor
deceased
Thanksgiving Turkey
its suffered abuses
justified by
its juices
basted
and tasted
from every orifice
giving all of US
the TOTAL EXPERIENCE
despite nurture's ...
#philosophical
31 reads
4 Comments
Wordsmith
Poem Published
12th Nov 2019 8:17am
12th Nov 2019 8:17am
Great Mind
The way some mates
Most times use their brain
Helps to ease my pain
Whenever I feel deranged
Their poetical way
Could be describe as sane
People like BiG ViRGE
Who keeps me inspired
Every time I feel mentally tired
Or great minds like Muhsin
And the quote-master HMC
And my StreetPoetry cliques
Who doesn't seem
To need a war machine
To rescue or kill
No protective barbed-wire
Or an heavy gunfire
To fight an empire
Cos' their style of war;
Is lyrically pure
Their...
Most times use their brain
Helps to ease my pain
Whenever I feel deranged
Their poetical way
Could be describe as sane
People like BiG ViRGE
Who keeps me inspired
Every time I feel mentally tired
Or great minds like Muhsin
And the quote-master HMC
And my StreetPoetry cliques
Who doesn't seem
To need a war machine
To rescue or kill
No protective barbed-wire
Or an heavy gunfire
To fight an empire
Cos' their style of war;
Is lyrically pure
Their...
#inspirational
#philosophical
30 reads
2 Comments
Grae
Bryan Gray
Bryan Gray
Poem Published
12th Nov 2019 2:59am
12th Nov 2019 2:59am
san pedro and 9th
he's wearing dingy blue daisy-dukes.
cut as short as you could imagine.
homeless diva
strutting grandiose as a queen
of nothing.
his light is his own.
for some of us,
at first the light will look strange.
and then the night will come on.
and then we'll sleep.
and that'll be it.
maybe he's got it figured out.
we're as lovely
as a head full of sky,
as pretty
as a mouthful of flies.
cut as short as you could imagine.
homeless diva
strutting grandiose as a queen
of nothing.
his light is his own.
for some of us,
at first the light will look strange.
and then the night will come on.
and then we'll sleep.
and that'll be it.
maybe he's got it figured out.
we're as lovely
as a head full of sky,
as pretty
as a mouthful of flies.
#philosophical
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3 Comments
Cocoa
Poem Published
12th Nov 2019 1:51am
12th Nov 2019 1:51am
Hell On Earth
To thy that cast the first stone
Place of paradise, where redemption of fallen grace shall roam
Hell, on earth as you could, feel, see
No other place that accommodates such sinful needs
The seven deadly sins, oh yes, they’re real
As an Angel, my skin tattered as lashes I feel
Satan is within the mind, flames igniting the destructive ruins of thy, soul, heart
Right and Wrong, God’s true purpose given from the beginning of time in its natural state of art
Angels, yes, we see, bow under grace, for the sins of you...
Place of paradise, where redemption of fallen grace shall roam
Hell, on earth as you could, feel, see
No other place that accommodates such sinful needs
The seven deadly sins, oh yes, they’re real
As an Angel, my skin tattered as lashes I feel
Satan is within the mind, flames igniting the destructive ruins of thy, soul, heart
Right and Wrong, God’s true purpose given from the beginning of time in its natural state of art
Angels, yes, we see, bow under grace, for the sins of you...
#love
#universe
#philosophical #StreamOfConsciousness
#philosophical #StreamOfConsciousness
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0 Comments
Ely
E.A.Rothwell
E.A.Rothwell
Poem Published
11th Nov 2019 11:27pm
11th Nov 2019 11:27pm
Just so you know...
I do not react
well...
to rude commands...but
.. just so you know…
I have been known to
respond positively to
a polite request.
well...
to rude commands...but
.. just so you know…
I have been known to
respond positively to
a polite request.
#TruthOfLife
#philosophical
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2 Comments
runaway-mindtrain
Poem Published
10th Nov 2019 10:53pm
10th Nov 2019 10:53pm
Evil by distorted geometry
To concur as of the Axis Mundi world spirit connected in the five. It is the
flowing heart we all feel and the only magic that is real however as with
humans there is always a dark side that strives for the reversed impetus.
Thus we manifest from outer and inner inspiration as with the geocentric
view of the annual path of Venus forming an almost but broken pentagram
due to a final retrograde motion from our perspective as well as a broken
pentagram in the city layout of Washington D.C. and in the story of Faust as
the question put to Mephistopheles of how...
flowing heart we all feel and the only magic that is real however as with
humans there is always a dark side that strives for the reversed impetus.
Thus we manifest from outer and inner inspiration as with the geocentric
view of the annual path of Venus forming an almost but broken pentagram
due to a final retrograde motion from our perspective as well as a broken
pentagram in the city layout of Washington D.C. and in the story of Faust as
the question put to Mephistopheles of how...
#prose
#philosophical
70 reads
4 Comments
Cocoa
Poem Published
10th Nov 2019 4:56am
10th Nov 2019 4:56am
Raindrops
Our Heavenly Father’s forty days and forty nights for earth’s deadly sins
Replaced with a rainbow, a new path to begin
A child’s boots jumping with laughter within its depth
A calming effect throughout the night as we slept
A tree’s saturated promise to replenish the heart, mind, spirit and the soul of its blossoming roots
Picking from the divinity of its fruits
A blessing to soak the earth during its emotional drought of life
Famine, thirst for water, the absence feeling like a cut from a knife
A mask effect blending...
Replaced with a rainbow, a new path to begin
A child’s boots jumping with laughter within its depth
A calming effect throughout the night as we slept
A tree’s saturated promise to replenish the heart, mind, spirit and the soul of its blossoming roots
Picking from the divinity of its fruits
A blessing to soak the earth during its emotional drought of life
Famine, thirst for water, the absence feeling like a cut from a knife
A mask effect blending...
#TruthOfLife
#philosophical
#StreamOfConsciousness
53 reads
4 Comments
MusicallyMrM
Poem Published
9th Nov 2019 2:03pm
9th Nov 2019 2:03pm
"The Essence of Mysteries and Mystical Inquiries"......(a sensuale quotation)
You and I
laying upon the ground
eyes turned toward the skies
dressed in proper attire
for a special occasion
a genesis
in nothing more than our birthday suits
hand and hand
full of love and intimate persuasion
tempting fate
as we lay
naked
among the splendor of the grass
filled with the sounds of the
hissing of summer lawns
I war against the powers of
my masculinity, my virility
resisting the temptation
to till the fertility of your
“mother earth”
...
laying upon the ground
eyes turned toward the skies
dressed in proper attire
for a special occasion
a genesis
in nothing more than our birthday suits
hand and hand
full of love and intimate persuasion
tempting fate
as we lay
naked
among the splendor of the grass
filled with the sounds of the
hissing of summer lawns
I war against the powers of
my masculinity, my virility
resisting the temptation
to till the fertility of your
“mother earth”
...
#love
#dreams
#philosophical #sensual
#philosophical #sensual
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4 Comments
Olivia-H
Poem Published
9th Nov 2019 2:53am
9th Nov 2019 2:53am
Layers
Every time
They will ask
Who you are?
There is more
YOU
Behind
Who you are not
They just want
To know
The superficial
As deep as
What they are
They will ask
Who you are?
There is more
YOU
Behind
Who you are not
They just want
To know
The superficial
As deep as
What they are
#TruthOfLife
#honesty
#philosophical #SelfDiscovery
#philosophical #SelfDiscovery
41 reads
5 Comments
eroseternal
Tim Eros
Tim Eros
Poem Published
9th Nov 2019 2:22am
9th Nov 2019 2:22am
Warning; Free Thoughts
Sometimes I think I'm the nicest guy
and the scariest monster on the planet
My thoughts go beyond the paradigm
of what you might say is accepted
My philosophy is unique, but logical
I know how all religions are one
My theology is oblique, but intellectual
We'll know the truth when we're done
The main thing I want you to know
is I never became what I was meant to be
My life had a purpose and I regret what I chose.
Just know that I blame my life on me
If I had lived out my dream and fulfilled my purpose
this...
and the scariest monster on the planet
My thoughts go beyond the paradigm
of what you might say is accepted
My philosophy is unique, but logical
I know how all religions are one
My theology is oblique, but intellectual
We'll know the truth when we're done
The main thing I want you to know
is I never became what I was meant to be
My life had a purpose and I regret what I chose.
Just know that I blame my life on me
If I had lived out my dream and fulfilled my purpose
this...
#dreams
#LifeGoals
#philosophical
33 reads
3 Comments
Kingvirky
Poem Published
8th Nov 2019 9:39pm
8th Nov 2019 9:39pm
Bed of Roses?
Some are born with a silver spoon
Others into gloom.
Tired legs tired of running,
Swimming against the tide...
So much effort, little progress
A losing fight.
At this point chances of finding the yeti
Are higher than creating equality.
Criminals celebrated as heroes.
It's not a bed of roses- for most people...
When priviledge becomes the key to pillage
Society faces extinction.
Others into gloom.
Tired legs tired of running,
Swimming against the tide...
So much effort, little progress
A losing fight.
At this point chances of finding the yeti
Are higher than creating equality.
Criminals celebrated as heroes.
It's not a bed of roses- for most people...
When priviledge becomes the key to pillage
Society faces extinction.
#anger
#TruthOfLife
#frustration
#disappointment
#philosophical
31 reads
2 Comments
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