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.
Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
15th Feb 2025 11:35am
15th Feb 2025 11:35am
Expose the truth
When there is danger in your path you are given, a chance to chose the path that you will have, to chose to journey and travel and walk. For it's true that you have to learn to realize, that this life was chosen for you to walk, since the first day of your own life. FOR the sole purpose of you learning what you must do for thyself. TO ensure that you have the ability, to manifest that which you want and need. As it is necessary to be able to understand, that it's you are in charge of your own destiny. FOR can't no one make that decision but you, if you want to change your life into your...
#dialogue
#philosophical
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfReflection
#StreamOfConsciousness
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Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
15th Feb 2025 11:06am
15th Feb 2025 11:06am
Insane Visions
Create an illusion where nothing is something and everything is a parody
parody your own existence
existence through a mirror of deception
deception is a sneer through your tortured sanity
sanity is a vision
vision of insanity
parody your own existence
existence through a mirror of deception
deception is a sneer through your tortured sanity
sanity is a vision
vision of insanity
#myself
#philosophical
#SelfReflection
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14 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
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19 Comments
NP_NP
Poem Published
15th Feb 2025 5:04am
15th Feb 2025 5:04am
No Plan
I won't ask for a plan,
Who I am, or who I'll be,
For tomorrow is a shadow,
A dream not yet to see.
I've glimpsed a few futures,
But they slipped through my grip,
Like wood drifting down a stream,
Carried by unseen hands.
If you're not careful, boy,
I might become a logjam,
Caught in your river forever,
Tangled in your thoughts.
So stand still with me and admire
The random art on the walls
Of casino halls,
Where time is both fleeting and small. ...
Who I am, or who I'll be,
For tomorrow is a shadow,
A dream not yet to see.
I've glimpsed a few futures,
But they slipped through my grip,
Like wood drifting down a stream,
Carried by unseen hands.
If you're not careful, boy,
I might become a logjam,
Caught in your river forever,
Tangled in your thoughts.
So stand still with me and admire
The random art on the walls
Of casino halls,
Where time is both fleeting and small. ...
#LifeAsAWriter
#philosophical
#TruthOfLife
#universe
#WritingPoetry
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DamianDeadLove
Poem Published
14th Feb 2025 7:07am
14th Feb 2025 7:07am
Be Leery
There’s always gotta be a middle man
A go-between for all parties involved
In this world nothing ever goes to plan
As the art of negativity quickly evolved
Ruthless people only look at the outside
Unable to express what’s going on inside
Seems time was wasted on semantics
Instead of learning to love one another
Tears of poets and hopeless romantics
Delivering a eulogy for a fallen brother
Wake up before the storm destroys hope
Be leery of the man who’s offering a rope
Copyright @ Damian...
A go-between for all parties involved
In this world nothing ever goes to plan
As the art of negativity quickly evolved
Ruthless people only look at the outside
Unable to express what’s going on inside
Seems time was wasted on semantics
Instead of learning to love one another
Tears of poets and hopeless romantics
Delivering a eulogy for a fallen brother
Wake up before the storm destroys hope
Be leery of the man who’s offering a rope
Copyright @ Damian...
#philosophical
119 reads
27 Comments
Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
13th Feb 2025 4:09pm
13th Feb 2025 4:09pm
SPIRITUAL SUBCONSCIOUSNESS
Have you ever wondered if it was ever possible to be able to see pass, the deepness of your own thoughts into your deepest imagination. As your insight becomes more clearly yet invisible, as the fire of your heart becomes what will you truly may see in the future of your future dreams. For let's take a moment to analyze the deepness of the questions, that has been haunting you, in the depths of your silence as sleep has become a thing of the past, behind unseen eyes. 👁️ For have you ever wondered, if you had a chance to rewrite your life all over again, what would you want to...
#angels
#devil
#God
#philosophical
#TruthOfLife
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Liziantus-Marantus
Poem Published
13th Feb 2025 10:53am
13th Feb 2025 10:53am
Childhood Tales
Do you remember the stories we were told as kids?
About evil monsters and witches.
Vile characters with wounds and stitches.
When we all sat near the fire.
And we listened to our parents tell us the stories.
Like the story of an evil witch.
That used to be a normal human like all of us,
The story of an evil monster.
Who wasn't actually always one.
It used to be a pure creature,driven to do evil by pain.
By trauma or a painful stain.
The way people treated him for it.
And the names they would give it.
And...
About evil monsters and witches.
Vile characters with wounds and stitches.
When we all sat near the fire.
And we listened to our parents tell us the stories.
Like the story of an evil witch.
That used to be a normal human like all of us,
The story of an evil monster.
Who wasn't actually always one.
It used to be a pure creature,driven to do evil by pain.
By trauma or a painful stain.
The way people treated him for it.
And the names they would give it.
And...
#hope
#motivational
#philosophical #uplifting
#philosophical #uplifting
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DamianDeadLove
Poem Published
13th Feb 2025 8:49am
13th Feb 2025 8:49am
Greed And Lust
Dark clouds follow those without love
Tragic events damage hearts that care
There’s a light shining from high above
Reminding rats it’s never polite to stare
Underground tunnels hide sin from sight
Monsters feeding under the mask of night
Be the nightmare that disrupts their sleep
A thorn in the side of what remains unjust
Time grows heavy as the price turns steep
Another empire ravaged by greed and lust
Copyright @ Damian DeadLove 2025
Tragic events damage hearts that care
There’s a light shining from high above
Reminding rats it’s never polite to stare
Underground tunnels hide sin from sight
Monsters feeding under the mask of night
Be the nightmare that disrupts their sleep
A thorn in the side of what remains unjust
Time grows heavy as the price turns steep
Another empire ravaged by greed and lust
Copyright @ Damian DeadLove 2025
#philosophical
93 reads
25 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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missjem56
Poem Published
12th Feb 2025 3:56pm
12th Feb 2025 3:56pm
Only Be A Sec (xSixty!)
A
Minutia
Of
Minute (rhymes with newt!)
Minute ( ditto init!)
Minuets
by Jemia
Minutia
Of
Minute (rhymes with newt!)
Minute ( ditto init!)
Minuets
by Jemia
#funny
#LifeAsAWriter
#philosophical #PowerOfWords
#philosophical #PowerOfWords
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adagio
Poem Published
12th Feb 2025 12:57pm
12th Feb 2025 12:57pm
Among Green
Summer winds as the leaves' minuet
in silk stockings among the green
of gentle glades and trees
yawning memories of days gone by
lullabies when you were but three
in silk stockings among the green
of gentle glades and trees
yawning memories of days gone by
lullabies when you were but three
#memories
#philosophical
90 reads
7 Comments
DamianDeadLove
Poem Published
12th Feb 2025 7:45am
12th Feb 2025 7:45am
Another Lonely Mile
Chasing after dragons always ends badly
It’s pride that needs to conquer the beast
Morrison is singing about loving her madly
Strange creatures interrupt a zombie feast
Skeleton key opens these forbidden doors
What ever walks through can’t be returned
Aggravating balance is reopening old sores
Another lonely mile equals wisdom earned
Copyright @ Damian DeadLove 2025
It’s pride that needs to conquer the beast
Morrison is singing about loving her madly
Strange creatures interrupt a zombie feast
Skeleton key opens these forbidden doors
What ever walks through can’t be returned
Aggravating balance is reopening old sores
Another lonely mile equals wisdom earned
Copyright @ Damian DeadLove 2025
#philosophical
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20 Comments
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