Long Philosophical Poems
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Long philosophical poems. 300 words or more, most recently published poems first.
David Lewis and the concept of bearded men
The concept
of us in all time
and in no time
at the same time
a bitch-baby concept
to grasp.
Because the multiverse theory
says there are
infinite worlds,
and we exist
in some form
in each
So I assume rather
arrogantly
that a version of
Me
You
Us
wafts through all
space and time
in a philosophical
reduction
that we call:
quantitative parsimony
Each thing is a thing. ...
of us in all time
and in no time
at the same time
a bitch-baby concept
to grasp.
Because the multiverse theory
says there are
infinite worlds,
and we exist
in some form
in each
So I assume rather
arrogantly
that a version of
Me
You
Us
wafts through all
space and time
in a philosophical
reduction
that we call:
quantitative parsimony
Each thing is a thing. ...
#love
#lover
#passion
#philosophical
#romantic
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WALK WITH ME
If you could take a walk with me what would you see 👁️ as you walk away from the negativity of the world, 🌎 as we take this walk through this old mighty oak tree. Planted along time ago in God's heavenly dirt not touched by man on earth. 🌎 For it's true that we are creatures of entity of souls of spiritual, beliefs and silent whispers of being able to connect with you, in ways that you may never truly understand. BUT yet we know what you are going through in each and every one, of your own thoughts and prayers and insight into your lives on earth. 🌍 For...
#dialogue
#metaphor
#philosophical
#StreamOfConsciousness
#uplifting
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The Longing Flower ...
A bird flew by and dropped a seed,
It landed softly on fertile soil.
With time, it grew, deep roots to hold,
But the flower dreamed of fields afar,
Longing to leave and reach the sky,
Unbound, untethered, and free to roam.
"Why must I stay when I wish to roam?"
It asked as life stirred within the seed.
The wind would whisper of the wide, free sky,
Yet something held it fast to the soil.
It yearned for adventures distant and far,
But the earth, unyielding, kept its hold.
The flower grew, but...
It landed softly on fertile soil.
With time, it grew, deep roots to hold,
But the flower dreamed of fields afar,
Longing to leave and reach the sky,
Unbound, untethered, and free to roam.
"Why must I stay when I wish to roam?"
It asked as life stirred within the seed.
The wind would whisper of the wide, free sky,
Yet something held it fast to the soil.
It yearned for adventures distant and far,
But the earth, unyielding, kept its hold.
The flower grew, but...
#LifeCycle
#metaphor
#philosophical
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Softly Loved, Spiritually Venerated (Imani-Faith)
Imani (Faith) –On January 1st, the third and final green candle is lit. It symbolizes the principle of faith, encouraging individuals to believe in themselves, their community, and the possibility of a better future.
Happy New Year To my Hebrew King and All my Royal Knights, we have crossed over unto another year. A new beginning, for you to forgive, uplift, inspire, continue your education, journey, or start a new project.
This is the last day of my culture Kwanzaa celebration, we have been dipped, whipped, and have risen, succeeded, and (I) survive within the...
Happy New Year To my Hebrew King and All my Royal Knights, we have crossed over unto another year. A new beginning, for you to forgive, uplift, inspire, continue your education, journey, or start a new project.
This is the last day of my culture Kwanzaa celebration, we have been dipped, whipped, and have risen, succeeded, and (I) survive within the...
#cancer
#philosophical
#TruthOfLife
#women
#horses
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Nia (Purpose) –On December 30th (COTS)
Art is about building a new foundation, not just laying something on top of what's already there.
Prince
We may encounter many defeats but we must not be defeated.
Maya Angelou
I count him braver who overcomes his desires than him who conquers his enemies; for the hardest victory is over self.
Aristotle
Try to be a rainbow in someone's cloud.
Maya Angelou
The minute I heard my first love story, I started looking for you, not knowing how blind that was. Lovers don't finally meet somewhere. They're in each other all along. ...
Prince
We may encounter many defeats but we must not be defeated.
Maya Angelou
I count him braver who overcomes his desires than him who conquers his enemies; for the hardest victory is over self.
Aristotle
Try to be a rainbow in someone's cloud.
Maya Angelou
The minute I heard my first love story, I started looking for you, not knowing how blind that was. Lovers don't finally meet somewhere. They're in each other all along. ...
#historical
#humankind
#philosophical
#spiritual
#MayaAngelou
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It’s All About That Soothing Meditative Grace… Om
I do hope everyone is enjoying your festivities during this holiday. We will be crossing over into another month very soon, however, before I get to my incantations and divine salutations ladies make sure you check your breasts for the month of December the month is slowly fading into history, wow, can you all believe we are already. in the last month of the year of the Chinese Zodiac, which is the Tiger.
We had an extra day added to the elements of time, for all you adorable and handsome infants that were birthed and will be born before the conclusion of 2024, parents,...
We had an extra day added to the elements of time, for all you adorable and handsome infants that were birthed and will be born before the conclusion of 2024, parents,...
#humankind
#MentalHealth
#philosophical #wisdom
#philosophical #wisdom
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Scenery Of The Pastoral Mind
Overlooking the tiny town that lies below
Pine trees, eucalyptus and green willow
Between whiles, darts a swift swallow
Skimming the quiet waters, and shallow
******
Overlooking the oak forest that lies beyond
Fog and mist sleeping beneath since eons
A green dark, mystical and pastoral haven
Wolf and shepherd, each one a gain is gotten
****** ...
Pine trees, eucalyptus and green willow
Between whiles, darts a swift swallow
Skimming the quiet waters, and shallow
******
Overlooking the oak forest that lies beyond
Fog and mist sleeping beneath since eons
A green dark, mystical and pastoral haven
Wolf and shepherd, each one a gain is gotten
****** ...
#emotions
#faith
#morality
#motivational
#philosophical
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The Softness Of My Sacred Hebrew Lineage
Are you the one who has invaded my dreams, I am in between the gray area of my existence
Your voice is carrying me through a portal and the gravity is strong in its persistence
My love, before, you can leave the realm of your earth
You must leave the scrolls your words in the wind, before you join me in a divine rebirth
Who are you, I can hear your voice
Yet, I cannot see you by choice
I am the forgotten time in your heart
The light, the dark
Heaven, Earth, the tides who comfort the high seas
My...
Your voice is carrying me through a portal and the gravity is strong in its persistence
My love, before, you can leave the realm of your earth
You must leave the scrolls your words in the wind, before you join me in a divine rebirth
Who are you, I can hear your voice
Yet, I cannot see you by choice
I am the forgotten time in your heart
The light, the dark
Heaven, Earth, the tides who comfort the high seas
My...
#philosophical
#rebirth
#spiritual
#water
#wisdom
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The Poet
Am I the thinker, fated to dwell at hell's dark gate?
The words, like storms, crash in my skull—
relentless, pleading to be written, a curse or gift, I ask God?
I can whisper beauty so soft it curls into your soul,
and in that moment, we are the only ones who exist.
You blink, bewildered, and say, "How do you do this?
I've confessed to you things I’ve never dared to speak, not even to my therapist."
It starts with a simple question—"If you could pick a memory to relive what would it be and why?"
I watch you slip away, carried by...
The words, like storms, crash in my skull—
relentless, pleading to be written, a curse or gift, I ask God?
I can whisper beauty so soft it curls into your soul,
and in that moment, we are the only ones who exist.
You blink, bewildered, and say, "How do you do this?
I've confessed to you things I’ve never dared to speak, not even to my therapist."
It starts with a simple question—"If you could pick a memory to relive what would it be and why?"
I watch you slip away, carried by...
#identity
#motivational
#MyInspiration
#myself
#philosophical
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Who makes the decision as a person stand
Once life exits the birth canal are you now considered woman or a man
Pink or Blue
We extend our congratulations as we waited for this handsome bundle anew
However, what happens when one’s not sure after coming of age
The mentality of a gender, a person just cannot gage
Parents dealing with alter egos and the backlash of identity rage
Marbles and trains become dolls and dresses
Counselors out of pocket expenses to determine undetected sexes ...
Once life exits the birth canal are you now considered woman or a man
Pink or Blue
We extend our congratulations as we waited for this handsome bundle anew
However, what happens when one’s not sure after coming of age
The mentality of a gender, a person just cannot gage
Parents dealing with alter egos and the backlash of identity rage
Marbles and trains become dolls and dresses
Counselors out of pocket expenses to determine undetected sexes ...
#philosophical
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"The Machine" Short Audio Version
What is the machine but the child of our hand,
Born not of nature’s womb but thought's demand?
It grows like a child, then turns to a beast,
Its bones of steel, its hunger unleashed.
Heartbeat pounding, gears in time,
Is it our creation, or the shape of our climb?
Oh, the machine, a mirror of the soul,
A marvel, a terror, it makes us whole.
Does it reflect, or does it consume?
Is it life’s new dawn or our silent tomb?
You, a traveler from the stars afar,
Gaze at our machine, the iron...
Born not of nature’s womb but thought's demand?
It grows like a child, then turns to a beast,
Its bones of steel, its hunger unleashed.
Heartbeat pounding, gears in time,
Is it our creation, or the shape of our climb?
Oh, the machine, a mirror of the soul,
A marvel, a terror, it makes us whole.
Does it reflect, or does it consume?
Is it life’s new dawn or our silent tomb?
You, a traveler from the stars afar,
Gaze at our machine, the iron...
#lyrics
#philosophical
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reality/dreams/ being(s)
I wished I were an "alien" if it meant that I could teleport to one's spaceship- and ascend into a pleasant state of existence;
"culture" is a double edged predicament; I wish there were a list from which one could choose what society one'd like to inhabit-
like "liberation" within reason; it's true- i absolutely agree- that existence isn't what it's been hyped up to be; it's like those sort of misleading twisted random dreams you wake up from like-
yea something...
"culture" is a double edged predicament; I wish there were a list from which one could choose what society one'd like to inhabit-
like "liberation" within reason; it's true- i absolutely agree- that existence isn't what it's been hyped up to be; it's like those sort of misleading twisted random dreams you wake up from like-
yea something...
#escape
#humankind
#LifeCycle #philosophical
#LifeCycle #philosophical
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DU Poetry : Long Philosophical Poems