Long Philosophical Poems
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Long philosophical poems. 300 words or more, most recently published poems first.
PeaceFlpw
Peace Flow
Peace Flow
Poem Published
24th Feb 2025 9:48am
24th Feb 2025 9:48am
"Dream world" vs "Waking world"
sometimes the "dream world" is where I'd like to be; there's this chance that "favor" is granted almost automatically;
even though within the "dream world"-aspects of the "waking world" more or less bleeds within the lines- of the blurry fantasy;
the "waking world"(madness dressed in illusion)is mostly a harsh reality- filled with peaks and valleys- storms consistent of bricks and stones- guaranteed damage to the psyche(though we wonder why...
even though within the "dream world"-aspects of the "waking world" more or less bleeds within the lines- of the blurry fantasy;
the "waking world"(madness dressed in illusion)is mostly a harsh reality- filled with peaks and valleys- storms consistent of bricks and stones- guaranteed damage to the psyche(though we wonder why...
#escape
#FeelingTrapped
#philosophical #LifeCycle
#philosophical #LifeCycle
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SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
21st Feb 2025 7:32pm
21st Feb 2025 7:32pm
“The Soothing Of My Twilight Sacred Oil”
We stand as earthly enigmas, the Children of the Sun, unsolved mental puzzles, a maze through divinity’s reprieve
My heart fortified for the benevolence as I bow until the Yoruba Goddess Yemaya, Goddess Oya, upon the world for which the sea and the wind unto humanity flows, knowledge is power, and wisdom is gold, rise your staff as you come to believe
Words of comfort in who you see never to deceive
Blessed by thy presence thy will shall be done
Given by the Father sanctioned by the resurrection and the...
My heart fortified for the benevolence as I bow until the Yoruba Goddess Yemaya, Goddess Oya, upon the world for which the sea and the wind unto humanity flows, knowledge is power, and wisdom is gold, rise your staff as you come to believe
Words of comfort in who you see never to deceive
Blessed by thy presence thy will shall be done
Given by the Father sanctioned by the resurrection and the...
#philosophical
#spiritual
#sun
#TruthOfLife
#water
206 reads
DamianDeadLove
Poem Published
18th Feb 2025 7:57am
18th Feb 2025 7:57am
"Doing A Damian."
Hello, brothers and sisters of the Underground. It is I. Interesting story here. So I know someone who’s taking college classes, and had turned in a thesis, or something that they had to write for a grade.
Anyhow, they have to run their work through an AI detection system. The report came back as 97% chance that AI was used. He knew he wrote the paper, and had to go through all the red tape to prove that point.
It’s resolved, folks. My friend proved his case, that the work was indeed his. Here’s the thing, through the whole process they found out the computer...
Anyhow, they have to run their work through an AI detection system. The report came back as 97% chance that AI was used. He knew he wrote the paper, and had to go through all the red tape to prove that point.
It’s resolved, folks. My friend proved his case, that the work was indeed his. Here’s the thing, through the whole process they found out the computer...
#philosophical
218 reads
24 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
18th Feb 2025 3:34am
18th Feb 2025 3:34am
Winter Solstice
So many young lives I have been a Nightingale unto, nursing wicked choices
Trying to find that beautiful spark in the dark, somewhat opened eyes, bathed in stone hearts, give rises to maddening voices
Changed in the matter of moments with treating the elements of a torn soul
In the cradle of time my pouring streams never cease its universal flow
It patrols on within the depths by my Creator, blessed on the current where it softly consoles
Regrets confessed from mouths, praying, hoping, humanity needing to be reassured lifespan will get...
Trying to find that beautiful spark in the dark, somewhat opened eyes, bathed in stone hearts, give rises to maddening voices
Changed in the matter of moments with treating the elements of a torn soul
In the cradle of time my pouring streams never cease its universal flow
It patrols on within the depths by my Creator, blessed on the current where it softly consoles
Regrets confessed from mouths, praying, hoping, humanity needing to be reassured lifespan will get...
#philosophical
#TruthOfLife
#wisdom
#sun
#water
182 reads
4 Comments
DamianDeadLove
Poem Published
15th Feb 2025 8:42am
15th Feb 2025 8:42am
The Angry Box
I was a shy awkward kid, from about 4th grade through high school. I was never popular, to some I probably wasn’t recognized at all. Except, to be picked on by bullies who take pleasure in that sort of shakedown.
School is all about cliques, I’m sure everyone probably agrees on that to a certain extent. If it wasn’t for music, I wouldn’t have survived. I’m sure of that, it connected with my soul, it was my best friend at times.
I’m a dreamer, folks. That’s first and foremost. Creativity, music, lyrics, those were secondary attributes. Dreaming is where I...
School is all about cliques, I’m sure everyone probably agrees on that to a certain extent. If it wasn’t for music, I wouldn’t have survived. I’m sure of that, it connected with my soul, it was my best friend at times.
I’m a dreamer, folks. That’s first and foremost. Creativity, music, lyrics, those were secondary attributes. Dreaming is where I...
#identity
#philosophical
181 reads
19 Comments
Pishashee
Poem Published
13th Feb 2025 6:11am
13th Feb 2025 6:11am
Introspection and Individuality: Exploring the Landscape of the Self
A Lecture:
(Professor adjusts their glasses, a slight smile playing on their lips)
Alright, class, settle in, settle in! Welcome back to Psychology 301. Or, as I like to call it, "Why We're All a Little Bit Weird (and That's Okay)."
Today, we're diving deep into something very personal, something I've grappled with for years: the fascinating intersection of self-discovery, perception, and the delightful enigma of "weirdness." And we're going to explore it through the lens of poetry – my poetry, actually – and a rather intriguing story...
(Professor adjusts their glasses, a slight smile playing on their lips)
Alright, class, settle in, settle in! Welcome back to Psychology 301. Or, as I like to call it, "Why We're All a Little Bit Weird (and That's Okay)."
Today, we're diving deep into something very personal, something I've grappled with for years: the fascinating intersection of self-discovery, perception, and the delightful enigma of "weirdness." And we're going to explore it through the lens of poetry – my poetry, actually – and a rather intriguing story...
#fiction
#inspirational
#MentalHealth #philosophical
#MentalHealth #philosophical
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Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
12th Feb 2025 7:21am
12th Feb 2025 7:21am
CRY UPON HIS SHOULDERS
The elders say that we can't stop talking to GOD ALMIGHTY, no matter what we have to face in our lives,
when we have trouble waters in our lives that makes us feel as thought there is no way out of the storms. But yet somehow has changed the very course of our own lives. For sure we must continue to believe in our faith and beliefs, by leaving behind the sorrow of our hurt and pain. YET remaining focus on the task at hand, for sure we must never get caught up within, the storms of our feelings of emotions. Which makes us lose our focus draining, us of our strength and courage and...
when we have trouble waters in our lives that makes us feel as thought there is no way out of the storms. But yet somehow has changed the very course of our own lives. For sure we must continue to believe in our faith and beliefs, by leaving behind the sorrow of our hurt and pain. YET remaining focus on the task at hand, for sure we must never get caught up within, the storms of our feelings of emotions. Which makes us lose our focus draining, us of our strength and courage and...
#faith
#philosophical
#prayer
#redemption
#TruthOfLife
91 reads
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SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
12th Feb 2025 5:10am
12th Feb 2025 5:10am
Shalom
An embedded arrow from Cupid’s mystique bow
It’s now up to me to sow the seeds of love and reap the benefits of its growth
Whoever the receiver in the lifespan makes me a believer
Those piercing arrows make the heart feel beautifully adorned
Warm, all fuzzy inside, after time, then spiritually conform
Not to worry, everyone has had their company, for sure
Trying to keep the spark of emotions in the creation of a higher self, one must endure
My intentions to self-love have never been detoured, or evaporated...
It’s now up to me to sow the seeds of love and reap the benefits of its growth
Whoever the receiver in the lifespan makes me a believer
Those piercing arrows make the heart feel beautifully adorned
Warm, all fuzzy inside, after time, then spiritually conform
Not to worry, everyone has had their company, for sure
Trying to keep the spark of emotions in the creation of a higher self, one must endure
My intentions to self-love have never been detoured, or evaporated...
#philosophical
#spiritual
#sun
#water
#angels
188 reads
MalcolmG
Poem Published
10th Feb 2025 11:06pm
10th Feb 2025 11:06pm
The Hollow Bloom
The echo hums where silence breeds, detaching, fading, dissipating,
A river flows, yet never stays, refracting, bending, disappearing,
Its current carves through stone unseen, eroding, shaping, liberating.
The self dissolves, a mist in shade, unraveling, shifting, elevating,
What binds the form but empty seeds? Decaying, blooming, vanishing,
A breath that speaks, yet none remain, unknowing, drifting, meditating.
A lotus drowns where mirrors break, reflecting, shattering, recomposing,
The dream of self, a whispered veil elapsing, wilting,...
A river flows, yet never stays, refracting, bending, disappearing,
Its current carves through stone unseen, eroding, shaping, liberating.
The self dissolves, a mist in shade, unraveling, shifting, elevating,
What binds the form but empty seeds? Decaying, blooming, vanishing,
A breath that speaks, yet none remain, unknowing, drifting, meditating.
A lotus drowns where mirrors break, reflecting, shattering, recomposing,
The dream of self, a whispered veil elapsing, wilting,...
#philosophical
61 reads
1 Comment
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
9th Feb 2025 1:29am
9th Feb 2025 1:29am
No Classrooms Needed (The Credence Of Yesterday)
Millennium ideas of falsehood to give sense to debauchery in whose sacred name
The signed Constitution of course tells me my presence in society has already been maimed
Hope for all, is the effect of systematically drugs flushed in impoverished communities, faces of poster children for the dope game
Fate has a way of reversing a diabolic coin
Fentanyl introduced, the wave given to babies in wombs, drug addicts, before the first cry after being born
Manmade chemicals to revive the body in an induced state, not invented to save the generation...
The signed Constitution of course tells me my presence in society has already been maimed
Hope for all, is the effect of systematically drugs flushed in impoverished communities, faces of poster children for the dope game
Fate has a way of reversing a diabolic coin
Fentanyl introduced, the wave given to babies in wombs, drug addicts, before the first cry after being born
Manmade chemicals to revive the body in an induced state, not invented to save the generation...
#philosophical
#spiritual
#TruthOfLife
#wisdom
#water
179 reads
1 Comment
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
8th Feb 2025 11:46am
8th Feb 2025 11:46am
Take that one chance and make it a great one
At a young age you were told "You have the whole world ahead of you to do what you like"
What do you do...Nothing. Most settle on what comes to them easily. Never striving for much more then the basics. It don't matter to you at the time. You have youth, energy, your having unprotected sex and hanging out with friends all the time. Life seems quite good, until you have to grow up.
At middle age you now think "I've should have done this to avoid that or to go this route instead of that route" You realize changes can be made but you become to content and set...
What do you do...Nothing. Most settle on what comes to them easily. Never striving for much more then the basics. It don't matter to you at the time. You have youth, energy, your having unprotected sex and hanging out with friends all the time. Life seems quite good, until you have to grow up.
At middle age you now think "I've should have done this to avoid that or to go this route instead of that route" You realize changes can be made but you become to content and set...
#aging
#LifeStruggles
#motivational
#philosophical
#TruthOfLife
166 reads
16 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
8th Feb 2025 1:52am
8th Feb 2025 1:52am
Dream Weaver (I Am-COTS)
Unto the darkness our beams of light shine
To asunder of this world our universal hosts travel by the speed of light through time
We are the enlighten bearers of Sumerian pantheons who walked among earth to give beings our intellect, the supercilious' genes of our worth
Searching for the minerals that gave our decaying race its rebirth
Man in the image seen and courted of low vibrations.
Unto us as the time of reminisce on their knees in a lost celebration ...
To asunder of this world our universal hosts travel by the speed of light through time
We are the enlighten bearers of Sumerian pantheons who walked among earth to give beings our intellect, the supercilious' genes of our worth
Searching for the minerals that gave our decaying race its rebirth
Man in the image seen and courted of low vibrations.
Unto us as the time of reminisce on their knees in a lost celebration ...
#philosophical
#sun
#TruthOfLife
#water
#wisdom
232 reads
1 Comment
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