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.
Fonder A Care
Fonder a care of frost in the air
Embossing willow and crystal dew
Yonder where echoes fonder a care
In silent woods where copses sleep
Listening to the wrinkles of time
Embossing willow and crystal dew
Yonder where echoes fonder a care
In silent woods where copses sleep
Listening to the wrinkles of time
#inspirational
#nature
#philosophical #winter
#philosophical #winter
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Me, Aristotle and the Potato
Peripatetic potato, so restless,
swirling in the fields.
Her journey is a dance.
In fertile land it sprouts.
Exploring the unknown
roots seek their way.
Traces of earth, signs of life.
Peripatetic potato
in search of new stops.
Under the sun and under the rain
it advances fearlessly.
Every step is a discovery.
Between stones and dry leaves
its path is traced.
Peripatetic without whereabouts.
Winds blow ancient stories.
in a curious listening.
Its heart always wandering.
Night falls,...
swirling in the fields.
Her journey is a dance.
In fertile land it sprouts.
Exploring the unknown
roots seek their way.
Traces of earth, signs of life.
Peripatetic potato
in search of new stops.
Under the sun and under the rain
it advances fearlessly.
Every step is a discovery.
Between stones and dry leaves
its path is traced.
Peripatetic without whereabouts.
Winds blow ancient stories.
in a curious listening.
Its heart always wandering.
Night falls,...
#freedom
#philosophical
#PowerOfWords
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Tired Eyes
Been traveling this highway a lifetime
Avoiding conflict that rubbed me numb
Needing momentum to make the climb
Painfully living under the tyrants thumb
Tired eyes observe the horror take hold
Human sacrifice to appease a false king
Hell is witnessing innocence being sold
While a jester bows to kiss a phony ring
Copyright @ Damian DeadLove 2025
Avoiding conflict that rubbed me numb
Needing momentum to make the climb
Painfully living under the tyrants thumb
Tired eyes observe the horror take hold
Human sacrifice to appease a false king
Hell is witnessing innocence being sold
While a jester bows to kiss a phony ring
Copyright @ Damian DeadLove 2025
#philosophical
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"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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What's Left?
What's left?
Incomplete, battered
Bewildered, bereft
Underneath shattered
God give me strength
Send me an Angel
Who'll be discreet
And what remains
Laid out on sheets
Incomplete, battered
Bewildered, bereft
Underneath shattered
God give me strength
Send me an Angel
Who'll be discreet
And what remains
Laid out on sheets
#philosophical
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Woe
Every single mile paved with arrogance
This path was created out of necessity
No stone unturned nothing left to chance
Another clear case of mistaken identity
Underneath the surface blood is boiling
Losing ground to this vicious undertow
Against the backdrop a serpent is coiling
Foreshadowing a world in constant woe
Copyright @ Damian DeadLove 2025
This path was created out of necessity
No stone unturned nothing left to chance
Another clear case of mistaken identity
Underneath the surface blood is boiling
Losing ground to this vicious undertow
Against the backdrop a serpent is coiling
Foreshadowing a world in constant woe
Copyright @ Damian DeadLove 2025
#philosophical
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The Raptures of Polyps
To plumb the depths of mind,
a cavern vast,
Where shadows dance
and hidden pathways twist.
The first, stark question,
echoing at last:
What light will pierce
this ever-present mist?
A blindman's fumble,
grasping at the void,
A search for purchase,
where no foothold lies.
Yet, in this darkness,
dreams are unalloyed,
A writer's touch,
where starlight fills the skies.
The sun, a forge,
where fiery rivers run,
Its light...
a cavern vast,
Where shadows dance
and hidden pathways twist.
The first, stark question,
echoing at last:
What light will pierce
this ever-present mist?
A blindman's fumble,
grasping at the void,
A search for purchase,
where no foothold lies.
Yet, in this darkness,
dreams are unalloyed,
A writer's touch,
where starlight fills the skies.
The sun, a forge,
where fiery rivers run,
Its light...
#happiness
#love
#philosophical #symbolism
#philosophical #symbolism
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Spiritual Wolf
The elders say that we each have a entity hiding with in each of us, who is waiting for the chance to escape from the deepness, and depth of our mind and heart and spiritual soul of our subconsciousness of our thoughts. AS we are the ALPHA OF THE WOLF PACK meant to be set free as a leader of the wolves. For I soon learned why BIG MAMA needed to see me on that greatful and blessed day at the family reunion. She told me who I was told that was my own destiny. For the spirit of the WOLF offers meaning in the realm as a most striking animal showing the deepness of the power of the truth of the...
#CallToAction
#dialogue
#metaphor
#philosophical
#symbolism
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Man in the Rain
Strong words of salvation
in the silence of the night.
The morning chant of mantras of devotion
is for dark days and evil intentions.
Revelation of the unknown.
In the narrow alleys of the dark dimension,
Lady Jane walked in the rain
with fear of getting soaked—irony?
Wetness reveals the eagerness,
creeping through lustful eyes.
Haha! It's all baloney!
Or is it? Dread it, for fear is the ultimate mantra.
Doubt it?
Well, believe it.
Look! There is the man in the rain,
singing melodies of malign love. ...
in the silence of the night.
The morning chant of mantras of devotion
is for dark days and evil intentions.
Revelation of the unknown.
In the narrow alleys of the dark dimension,
Lady Jane walked in the rain
with fear of getting soaked—irony?
Wetness reveals the eagerness,
creeping through lustful eyes.
Haha! It's all baloney!
Or is it? Dread it, for fear is the ultimate mantra.
Doubt it?
Well, believe it.
Look! There is the man in the rain,
singing melodies of malign love. ...
#meditation
#metaphor
#philosophical
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house of mimes
what comes to mind- when you imagine a house of mimes? I'd like to imagine at most communicationwise-ASMR vibes- I'd like to imagine nature before every living animal had arised- are deeply innerstood by these archetypes....
I'd like to imagine- a community that genuinely harmonized; I'd like to imagine with many of the "conflicts" known to man- wouldn't arise due to a synchronicity actualized....
a house of mimes?... a corrupted mind would judge and overly criticize; nonverbal interactions- the energy from these types would hit with a stronger...
I'd like to imagine- a community that genuinely harmonized; I'd like to imagine with many of the "conflicts" known to man- wouldn't arise due to a synchronicity actualized....
a house of mimes?... a corrupted mind would judge and overly criticize; nonverbal interactions- the energy from these types would hit with a stronger...
#fiction
#humankind
#philosophical
#peace
#freedom
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Mirror Vision
My wondering has nothing to do with the world around me
You see, I am the reflection of a man in the mirror
My vision is limited by its frame
My presence, determined by the reflection of that shadow in the mirror
Hollow is my purpose, I am here
because I suppose
you and me, us and them, dreams and objects
And subjects that lay beneath the finite light
Take flight with their dreams, desires, and morals
Ah, how pathetically they attempt to tame their feral self!
Mirror holds on to your memory as long as you hold onto it
When your...
You see, I am the reflection of a man in the mirror
My vision is limited by its frame
My presence, determined by the reflection of that shadow in the mirror
Hollow is my purpose, I am here
because I suppose
you and me, us and them, dreams and objects
And subjects that lay beneath the finite light
Take flight with their dreams, desires, and morals
Ah, how pathetically they attempt to tame their feral self!
Mirror holds on to your memory as long as you hold onto it
When your...
#philosophical
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Maximum Release
What is your spiritual existence to sustain life, for sure it's a reason to want to survive no matter, what it will take for you to survive. As you battle against the deepness of the shadows of the darkness. For sure what would it cost you to fight against, the deepness of the truth of the shadow darkness. That seems to invade the deepness of your mind, and of your spiritual being to reach deeper than deep, calling upon your entity of your strength and courage and perseverance. For it's true that you have the ability and power to eliminate, and manifest that which you gonna need to sustain....
#dialogue
#metaphor
#philosophical
#StreamOfConsciousness
#uplifting
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