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.
BigVirge
Big Virge
Big Virge
Poem Published
Yesterday 00:37am
Yesterday 00:37am
"Subject Matter" ... A Poem written by Big Virge 15/7/2016
Well ...
It Seems ... " Nowadays " ...
THAT ...
" Black Lives Matter " ..... ?
Well I'd Say THE ...
" HUMAN " ... Factor ...
Is What We ... " SHOULD " ....
......... " RECAPTURE " ........ !!!!!!!!
IN FACT ...
What I Mean ... is ... "Capture" ... !!!
Because ...
My Lifes' Chapters ...
HAVEN'T SEEN Too Much Data ...
That ...
Humans In Their ... " Manner " ...
Are Living By ... " That Standard " ...
There's NO Doubting THAT ... !!!
When It Comes To ......
It Seems ... " Nowadays " ...
THAT ...
" Black Lives Matter " ..... ?
Well I'd Say THE ...
" HUMAN " ... Factor ...
Is What We ... " SHOULD " ....
......... " RECAPTURE " ........ !!!!!!!!
IN FACT ...
What I Mean ... is ... "Capture" ... !!!
Because ...
My Lifes' Chapters ...
HAVEN'T SEEN Too Much Data ...
That ...
Humans In Their ... " Manner " ...
Are Living By ... " That Standard " ...
There's NO Doubting THAT ... !!!
When It Comes To ......
#rhyming
#honesty
#humankind
#philosophical
#StreamOfConsciousness
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AaHarvey
Poem Published
Yesterday 8:19pm
Yesterday 8:19pm
I don't like to think in riddles, because I am easily confused
A nation of cynics, racists and drinkers,
Still wonder why, we can't think like the thinkers,
Of ancient Greece, like Plato and Socrates;
Whose minds were clearly, open and free.
Do you ever think in riddles? And turn time upon its head?
If the mocking bird becomes a killer,
Does it leave the innocent for dead?
Or does it simply do, as nature intended?
The strong will survive, the weaker one we shall eat.
Destroy your baby, to feed its sibling,
This is what, Mother Nature is saying,
To the blinded scholar, of...
Still wonder why, we can't think like the thinkers,
Of ancient Greece, like Plato and Socrates;
Whose minds were clearly, open and free.
Do you ever think in riddles? And turn time upon its head?
If the mocking bird becomes a killer,
Does it leave the innocent for dead?
Or does it simply do, as nature intended?
The strong will survive, the weaker one we shall eat.
Destroy your baby, to feed its sibling,
This is what, Mother Nature is saying,
To the blinded scholar, of...
#nature
#humankind
#WritingPoetry
#philosophical
#SelfDiscovery
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cold_fusion
Poem Published
Yesterday 12:51pm
Yesterday 12:51pm
Worry not Mother for i am now home
you were worried
forever
whenever
i was not
in sight
whether am out in the woods
or the neighborhood
be it abode luxurious
or amongst enemies furious
am i truly 'home' there
safe, you meant i guess
or perhaps you meant at peace
may be i should stop trying
conveying the near-misses
the true meaning
of home
oh how i cannot wait
to tell you Mumma
that i have found her
yes dear Mom
i have
found, h o m e.
forever
whenever
i was not
in sight
whether am out in the woods
or the neighborhood
be it abode luxurious
or amongst enemies furious
am i truly 'home' there
safe, you meant i guess
or perhaps you meant at peace
may be i should stop trying
conveying the near-misses
the true meaning
of home
oh how i cannot wait
to tell you Mumma
that i have found her
yes dear Mom
i have
found, h o m e.
#love
#mother
#home
#spiritual
#philosophical
36 reads
5 Comments
RexDurkin
Poem Published
16th Jul 2019 10:44pm
16th Jul 2019 10:44pm
Life
Life’s short so don't fuckin’ worry
Sometimes it’s just best to forget
There’s no sense in ever being sorry
or feeling one ounce of regret
Acting deep, wounded and dark
has never, ever been cool
Life’s just a bit of a lark
But what would I know, I’m just a fool
Sometimes it’s just best to forget
There’s no sense in ever being sorry
or feeling one ounce of regret
Acting deep, wounded and dark
has never, ever been cool
Life’s just a bit of a lark
But what would I know, I’m just a fool
#regret
#TruthOfLife
#philosophical
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Carpe_Noctem
Poem Published
16th Jul 2019 2:04pm
16th Jul 2019 2:04pm
Broken Wing(s)
He is a sage
deep godlike insight
Vision that gnows all
He holds each hand an injured bird
In the left magie, with broken right wing
The right hand, an owl whose left wing snapped
Soothing them with wisdom
Nursing them with guidance
Complex questions with the simplest of answers
What do you need, what do YOU want
I bring the two of you, two damaged birds together for a purpose
You two are brothers, help each other, support and love yourself
I bring the two of you together for a reason,...
deep godlike insight
Vision that gnows all
He holds each hand an injured bird
In the left magie, with broken right wing
The right hand, an owl whose left wing snapped
Soothing them with wisdom
Nursing them with guidance
Complex questions with the simplest of answers
What do you need, what do YOU want
I bring the two of you, two damaged birds together for a purpose
You two are brothers, help each other, support and love yourself
I bring the two of you together for a reason,...
#rebirth
#gratitude
#magic #philosophical
#magic #philosophical
26 reads
4 Comments
SatInUGal
Kumar
Kumar
Poem Published
16th Jul 2019 2:54am
16th Jul 2019 2:54am
MAKING SENSE OF THINGS
Smell
A bad smell disappearing
Does not mean
The source is gone-
I might have just
Gotten used to it
Hearing
I can be a Yogi
I tell myself
Even if it all seems overwhelming-
Just look at how I’ve managed
With that never-ending ringing
Sight
I believe that
Plastics are a mistake
Yet without them I can’t see-
Contact lenses are literally
Evolution poking me in the eye
Taste ...
A bad smell disappearing
Does not mean
The source is gone-
I might have just
Gotten used to it
Hearing
I can be a Yogi
I tell myself
Even if it all seems overwhelming-
Just look at how I’ve managed
With that never-ending ringing
Sight
I believe that
Plastics are a mistake
Yet without them I can’t see-
Contact lenses are literally
Evolution poking me in the eye
Taste ...
#philosophical
20 reads
4 Comments
cold_fusion
Poem Published
15th Jul 2019 6:05pm
15th Jul 2019 6:05pm
if death came over
me
i have no regrets
bliss
i have
had more than
perhaps what one could say
my fair share
if death came over
me
i would tell her
let's do this
as my last moment
with my muse
lasted much more
than a life time
perhaps dear end
you missed
the moment that
obliterated
the void
the void that was
much worse
than your infinite blank
black
.
i have no regrets
bliss
i have
had more than
perhaps what one could say
my fair share
if death came over
me
i would tell her
let's do this
as my last moment
with my muse
lasted much more
than a life time
perhaps dear end
you missed
the moment that
obliterated
the void
the void that was
much worse
than your infinite blank
black
.
#happiness
#ILoveYou
#uplifting
#gratitude
#philosophical
69 reads
10 Comments
MagicVisionz
Magic101
Magic101
Poem Published
15th Jul 2019 5:25am
15th Jul 2019 5:25am
UnKnown Poet
The Poet appears no different from other mortal men,
Yet underneath the surface lies something deep within.
Who understands the Poet? The meaning of his verse?
Those words put down, his deepest thoughts, at times, may seem a curse.
~*~
What makes a poet different? Can anyone explain?
A loving heart, a quiet soul, his poor tormented brain?
Who looks in the heart of the Poet seeking the reason why.
He writes of love or sadness, a poem that makes you cry?
~*~
Who searches the soul of the Poet for the depth of his intent,
And...
Yet underneath the surface lies something deep within.
Who understands the Poet? The meaning of his verse?
Those words put down, his deepest thoughts, at times, may seem a curse.
~*~
What makes a poet different? Can anyone explain?
A loving heart, a quiet soul, his poor tormented brain?
Who looks in the heart of the Poet seeking the reason why.
He writes of love or sadness, a poem that makes you cry?
~*~
Who searches the soul of the Poet for the depth of his intent,
And...
#rhyming
#TruthOfLife
#WritingPoetry
#PowerOfWords
#philosophical
39 reads
11 Comments
LivDiane
Poem Published
15th Jul 2019 4:43am
15th Jul 2019 4:43am
hypothetical grievances
what is love
what is adoration
what are all these things
in my transformation
will my eyes adjust
to the fabrication of reality
will my feet grow seasoned
to the sharp edges of humanity
will my arms still reach
for the comfort of your touch
will my eyes lose their shine
when the burden is too much
will my face grow weary
when the pain is too heavy
will the tears still form
to fall when I’m ready
what is grief
what is pain
is it simply not to love
or just to...
what is adoration
what are all these things
in my transformation
will my eyes adjust
to the fabrication of reality
will my feet grow seasoned
to the sharp edges of humanity
will my arms still reach
for the comfort of your touch
will my eyes lose their shine
when the burden is too much
will my face grow weary
when the pain is too heavy
will the tears still form
to fall when I’m ready
what is grief
what is pain
is it simply not to love
or just to...
#love
#grief
#LifeStruggles
#TruthOfLife
#philosophical
61 reads
32 Comments
_boybrains
Poem Published
14th Jul 2019 11:31pm
14th Jul 2019 11:31pm
veil.
if a human tries to conceal
all the multifaceted tones
they have about themselves,
it only comes back to
haunt them.
all the multifaceted tones
they have about themselves,
it only comes back to
haunt them.
#courage
#honesty
#humankind
#philosophical
#wisdom
24 reads
2 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
12th Jul 2019 2:42pm
12th Jul 2019 2:42pm
This Is A Man’s World
Poem Inspired From The Lyrics of James Brown
This is a Man’s world
B.C, before his plans, his dreams, his naked genuineness unfurled
Ingenuity of the presence of domination, his stance in A.D reality
The first man of this realm, a loyal devoted trustee
Autonomous of this world’s essence
His lab formulated pestilence
Cries ringing out, western civilization, bullets spraying from his manmade weapons
This is a Man’s world
His passion, his sphere as he roams, his...
This is a Man’s world
B.C, before his plans, his dreams, his naked genuineness unfurled
Ingenuity of the presence of domination, his stance in A.D reality
The first man of this realm, a loyal devoted trustee
Autonomous of this world’s essence
His lab formulated pestilence
Cries ringing out, western civilization, bullets spraying from his manmade weapons
This is a Man’s world
His passion, his sphere as he roams, his...
#men
#TruthOfLife
#honesty #philosophical
#honesty #philosophical
62 reads
15 Comments
PoetSpeak
Poem Published
12th Jul 2019 12:56pm
12th Jul 2019 12:56pm
Mosquitoes, Wild Turkey 101, Summer Rain
Mosquito got me last night
Still itchy this morning
When they bite I take out the bourbon
Hardcore
Haven't had it for awhile
The summer rain last night
Yielding sublime blue sky today
Another smouldering humid day
Heavy air completes my story
Still itchy this morning
When they bite I take out the bourbon
Hardcore
Haven't had it for awhile
The summer rain last night
Yielding sublime blue sky today
Another smouldering humid day
Heavy air completes my story
#TruthOfLife
#philosophical
37 reads
11 Comments
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