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.
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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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
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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
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AfterSexDilemma
Poem Published
11th Feb 2025 1:33am
11th Feb 2025 1:33am
Lawless
How can the government protect your privacy,
Without being private?
How do you investigate,
And not masturbate?
How do you pretend you're real,
And avoid forgetting you're not?
How do you make friends,
When you know they're all cops?
Why vote on old legislation,
Canada and Mexico have already been bought?
More than 20 years ago.
It was part of the plot.
Trans America is never gonna stop.
Secret deals is where the government shops.
If the government was public,
We'd all be...
Without being private?
How do you investigate,
And not masturbate?
How do you pretend you're real,
And avoid forgetting you're not?
How do you make friends,
When you know they're all cops?
Why vote on old legislation,
Canada and Mexico have already been bought?
More than 20 years ago.
It was part of the plot.
Trans America is never gonna stop.
Secret deals is where the government shops.
If the government was public,
We'd all be...
#corruption
#funny
#philosophical #politics
#philosophical #politics
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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
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missjem56
Poem Published
10th Feb 2025 3:35pm
10th Feb 2025 3:35pm
Keeping Up To Scratch
In the last week
Ive searched high, and low,
And tried to tweak
To finding a back scratcher
But as yet, haven't managed to capture
Anyone
With long enough nails
That's willing to do it for fun
With perhaps, the occasional pun
So making do
With chop sticks
And door frames too!
by Jemia
Ive searched high, and low,
And tried to tweak
To finding a back scratcher
But as yet, haven't managed to capture
Anyone
With long enough nails
That's willing to do it for fun
With perhaps, the occasional pun
So making do
With chop sticks
And door frames too!
by Jemia
#funny
#LifeAsAWriter
#philosophical #satirical
#philosophical #satirical
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missjem56
Poem Published
10th Feb 2025 2:44pm
10th Feb 2025 2:44pm
Misplaced Teardrops
The winter wasteland of my heart
Distant, and distorted
Cast into the cold and lonely rivers of reality
Like melting snowflakes
Now no more than droplets
Their magic, now lost
Without shape, or form
Like misplaced teardrops
by Jemia
Distant, and distorted
Cast into the cold and lonely rivers of reality
Like melting snowflakes
Now no more than droplets
Their magic, now lost
Without shape, or form
Like misplaced teardrops
by Jemia
#depression
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeStruggles
#loneliness
#philosophical
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adagio
Poem Published
10th Feb 2025 2:39pm
10th Feb 2025 2:39pm
Shards of Envy
Harmonious envy shadows of moonlight
dripping sins raining too close to touch
clutching memories of the dark's profane
life's incognito looking in from the pane
now shards of envy in the vanity's cabinet
dripping sins raining too close to touch
clutching memories of the dark's profane
life's incognito looking in from the pane
now shards of envy in the vanity's cabinet
#philosophical
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PeaceFlpw
Peace Flow
Peace Flow
Poem Published
10th Feb 2025 10:43am
10th Feb 2025 10:43am
Green House
I am one- one out of the not so many-
that sees, & feels deeply the illusion- the dead end;
every waking moment- this "some-body"-
housing a flickery flame flighty energy;
buried alive while at the same time within as well as extension of the "belly of the beast....
no wings to fly away- weighed down by the force of gravity;
a "greenhouse", is the one and only dream-that
one's soul encased in this fleshy machine seeks;
Ideally the best quality of endless weed-
to take...
that sees, & feels deeply the illusion- the dead end;
every waking moment- this "some-body"-
housing a flickery flame flighty energy;
buried alive while at the same time within as well as extension of the "belly of the beast....
no wings to fly away- weighed down by the force of gravity;
a "greenhouse", is the one and only dream-that
one's soul encased in this fleshy machine seeks;
Ideally the best quality of endless weed-
to take...
#freedom
#escape
#FeelingTrapped
#philosophical
#marijuana
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DamianDeadLove
Poem Published
10th Feb 2025 7:23am
10th Feb 2025 7:23am
Final Breath
A serpent’s shadow in the pale moonlight
Bad dreams are forged into a tragic reality
Words being weaponized as a form of spite
Calloused heart and a doomsday mentality
Congressman’s wet dream to bend the knee
Making blood pacts with the powers that be
A follower with no ideology is a loyal corpse
Ready to walk off a ledge when it’s required
Over time absolute power shapes and warps
Without a conscience the mind is hardwired
Empty heads remaining buried in the sand
Only to privatize hope by seizing public land
...
Bad dreams are forged into a tragic reality
Words being weaponized as a form of spite
Calloused heart and a doomsday mentality
Congressman’s wet dream to bend the knee
Making blood pacts with the powers that be
A follower with no ideology is a loyal corpse
Ready to walk off a ledge when it’s required
Over time absolute power shapes and warps
Without a conscience the mind is hardwired
Empty heads remaining buried in the sand
Only to privatize hope by seizing public land
...
#philosophical
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missjem56
Poem Published
10th Feb 2025 00:23am
10th Feb 2025 00:23am
Not A Book Worm
I moved into my new place of residence today
A lovely old wooden framed dwelling
With its own library
(I may become a book worm once ive settled!)
I should mention, that i don't own this property
And if the owners knew i was here
They would literally resort to any means to get me out
Even resorting to having me killed
So i keep a very low profile
Thus have moved into the loft
Hidden amongst the big oaken beams
I think i'm in luck
As i'm the only woodworm in the house!
by Jemia
A lovely old wooden framed dwelling
With its own library
(I may become a book worm once ive settled!)
I should mention, that i don't own this property
And if the owners knew i was here
They would literally resort to any means to get me out
Even resorting to having me killed
So i keep a very low profile
Thus have moved into the loft
Hidden amongst the big oaken beams
I think i'm in luck
As i'm the only woodworm in the house!
by Jemia
#funny
#nature
#philosophical
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adagio
Poem Published
9th Feb 2025 4:18pm
9th Feb 2025 4:18pm
Footnotes Knocking
Of innuendos and footnotes knocking
a shadow at my door harmonizing
like a ghost on a carousel
riding a pony, crucified frog notes
of innuendos and footnotes
a shadow at my door harmonizing
like a ghost on a carousel
riding a pony, crucified frog notes
of innuendos and footnotes
#aging
#philosophical
#WritingPoetry
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