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Popular philosophical poems. Poems are listed in order of their popularity this month.
Heaven Takes Away
Back then...
My granny had said that I was a particular child.
How I spent too much time questioning all
of the unreasonable things.
That I was tiresome to her,
when she'd take me to church, and
I wouldn't sit still while listening
to the nonsense of some mortal man
on a stage.
Because I could talk to God anytime,
without that interpreter giving me
his own version.
I'd tell granny, God doesn't see it that way.
She'd just shush me, sometimes handing me
a half-stick of gum to occupy my time. ...
My granny had said that I was a particular child.
How I spent too much time questioning all
of the unreasonable things.
That I was tiresome to her,
when she'd take me to church, and
I wouldn't sit still while listening
to the nonsense of some mortal man
on a stage.
Because I could talk to God anytime,
without that interpreter giving me
his own version.
I'd tell granny, God doesn't see it that way.
She'd just shush me, sometimes handing me
a half-stick of gum to occupy my time. ...
#fate
#spiritual
#philosophical
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25 Comments
Paradise Lost
The mind is its own place,
and in itself can make a heaven of hell,
a hell of heaven.” – John Milton, Paradise Lost
No prison is darker
as that of one’s mind
when jailer's thoughts
become torturous binds.
No captivity exceeds
our own mental belief
convincing ourselves
of thoughts that we think.
When indeed they will pass
if we choose to release
expectation and doubt
for patience and faith.
Greater is the knowledge
regardless of condition
that gratitude and love ...
and in itself can make a heaven of hell,
a hell of heaven.” – John Milton, Paradise Lost
No prison is darker
as that of one’s mind
when jailer's thoughts
become torturous binds.
No captivity exceeds
our own mental belief
convincing ourselves
of thoughts that we think.
When indeed they will pass
if we choose to release
expectation and doubt
for patience and faith.
Greater is the knowledge
regardless of condition
that gratitude and love ...
#philosophical
164 reads
18 Comments
The Politics of Fish
Young fish sniff for bait
that could cost their peace
when swallowing it
But discerning adults
who remain uncaught
are smart
Refusing to be played
by false lures of insult
to their intelligence
Wise vertebrate
disempower fisherwo/men
who toss shit for bait
by swimming around the stench
Those are the fish
who maintain their peace
choosing waters of love instead
~
that could cost their peace
when swallowing it
But discerning adults
who remain uncaught
are smart
Refusing to be played
by false lures of insult
to their intelligence
Wise vertebrate
disempower fisherwo/men
who toss shit for bait
by swimming around the stench
Those are the fish
who maintain their peace
choosing waters of love instead
~
#metaphor
#philosophical
171 reads
7 Comments
A golden goddess.
After the cover of night dissipates I love to watch the sun rise slowly on the horizon creeping in blearily . Rubbing her eyes. and every stretch of her limbs, a yoga golden goddess illuminating one leg, arm, foot and finger tips unfurling to a new day . It’s natural and magic and welcome . I want to shake the first ray from my bed but I watch as she gifts light and the sky must sigh as I do . It’s an invitation to start again that I accept gladly with my silhouette twinkling and I’m almost certain the sun winked at me with a warmth that touched my bones .I can't help but be full of...
#hope
#gratitude
#magic
#admiration
#philosophical
76 reads
13 Comments
Dream Weaver IV (I Believe We Can Reach The Morning Light)
The echoes of my mind unto rainbows softly unfurls
Soaring within the firmaments of His covenant as a peaceful bird
I like it so much better up here
No more pain, and no more tears
Revelation twenty-one verse four
The moon is where my Chakras takes me too when I need peace to seep from my pores
Stirring down below
Hades, carnage, political corruption daily blows
People on the earth walking...
Soaring within the firmaments of His covenant as a peaceful bird
I like it so much better up here
No more pain, and no more tears
Revelation twenty-one verse four
The moon is where my Chakras takes me too when I need peace to seep from my pores
Stirring down below
Hades, carnage, political corruption daily blows
People on the earth walking...
#dreams
#sun
#spiritual
#humankind
#philosophical
189 reads
9 Comments
Then...nothing
Abstract in poetic chords
as the wind is my shadow
like a singular note being
a sound of silence raining
aural to the ear in acuity
then...nothing
as the wind is my shadow
like a singular note being
a sound of silence raining
aural to the ear in acuity
then...nothing
#philosophical
53 reads
7 Comments
Half Went September
Half went September, with a pocketful of dreams,
and now October with little pouting clouds waiting
to cry, leaving a tinted rainbow humming a carousel.
Now in memories remembering bus tokens and
steam locomotion and a pocketful of lyrics looking
for marigolds. Half went September.
and now October with little pouting clouds waiting
to cry, leaving a tinted rainbow humming a carousel.
Now in memories remembering bus tokens and
steam locomotion and a pocketful of lyrics looking
for marigolds. Half went September.
#philosophical
57 reads
10 Comments
Total Recall
A pint of the Devil's Springs
A pack of razor blades
A calligraphy pen
A jar of ink
Blank sheets of of paper......
I take two swigs to the head...
Straight no chaser..
Then another swig..to bolster my courage
Sensations of acidic heat trickles
Down my esophagus
Tingling warmth engulfs my face
Eyes begin to slant
Yet my vision has never been clearer...
Time to do the deed...
Three deep slashes to my wrist ...
A pack of razor blades
A calligraphy pen
A jar of ink
Blank sheets of of paper......
I take two swigs to the head...
Straight no chaser..
Then another swig..to bolster my courage
Sensations of acidic heat trickles
Down my esophagus
Tingling warmth engulfs my face
Eyes begin to slant
Yet my vision has never been clearer...
Time to do the deed...
Three deep slashes to my wrist ...
#dark
#LifeStruggles
#God
#spiritual
#philosophical
80 reads
The Death of the Author
The madness of art is such
that anyone can make with it
what she or he may want.
An author’s not definitive;
they’re often wrong, in fact.
The madness of art is much
more interesting than
the details of what he wore to bed,
and whom she hated most of all.
A great artiste can be worse than a fool.
that anyone can make with it
what she or he may want.
An author’s not definitive;
they’re often wrong, in fact.
The madness of art is much
more interesting than
the details of what he wore to bed,
and whom she hated most of all.
A great artiste can be worse than a fool.
#books
#learning
#art #philosophical
#art #philosophical
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3 Comments
The Ring Of Life
i fought hard for what i believed
twelve grueling rounds
four knockdowns
sweat and teeth scattered on slippery canvas
opponents tormented and suffering
persevering to the final bell
in the end
judges unable to determine what is just
i fought hard for what i believed
twelve grueling rounds
there is no winner
but there is blood on my gloves
© 2023 Raibeart Bruis
twelve grueling rounds
four knockdowns
sweat and teeth scattered on slippery canvas
opponents tormented and suffering
persevering to the final bell
in the end
judges unable to determine what is just
i fought hard for what i believed
twelve grueling rounds
there is no winner
but there is blood on my gloves
© 2023 Raibeart Bruis
#LifeStruggles
#spiritual
#philosophical
49 reads
4 Comments
Now A Memoir
Among turrets of towering trees
Seduced by the florals
Wearing nature's shoes
With the falling leaves haunting
Where roses should grow
Like skeletons leaving shadows
Raining down like tallow
Into an agreeable sunset
Echoing the imagery
Now only a memoir
With the sounds of a cello
And echoing cricket
Seduced by the florals
Wearing nature's shoes
With the falling leaves haunting
Where roses should grow
Like skeletons leaving shadows
Raining down like tallow
Into an agreeable sunset
Echoing the imagery
Now only a memoir
With the sounds of a cello
And echoing cricket
#nature
#philosophical
66 reads
6 Comments
Morning Mess
waking each morning
escaping from
dreamworld into default
is an explosion
scattering entrails
across landscapes
eternal chores
wiping up the gore
gathering the pieces
reassembling the puzzle of life
© 2023 Raibeart Bruis
escaping from
dreamworld into default
is an explosion
scattering entrails
across landscapes
eternal chores
wiping up the gore
gathering the pieces
reassembling the puzzle of life
© 2023 Raibeart Bruis
#LifeStruggles
#philosophical
63 reads
3 Comments
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