Poems About Wisdom Seeking Honest Critique
#wisdom
soul
discretion divine in my hallowed halls
sanctuary of heart interpretated
secreting away my soul
lest anyone see how soft I am
my heart alters according to my need
with prayers rising to heaven
grieving inward with despair
silently uttering my cares
please watch over my family
down on my knees I give thanks
grateful for fraility, grateful for sin
the knowledge recieved, is hard born
wisdom immortal, mine
sanctity of feeling within
my sacredness understood
with great care, I observe
learning...
sanctuary of heart interpretated
secreting away my soul
lest anyone see how soft I am
my heart alters according to my need
with prayers rising to heaven
grieving inward with despair
silently uttering my cares
please watch over my family
down on my knees I give thanks
grateful for fraility, grateful for sin
the knowledge recieved, is hard born
wisdom immortal, mine
sanctity of feeling within
my sacredness understood
with great care, I observe
learning...
#honesty
#TruthOfLife
#wisdom
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~my poetic prophetess :: Opheliac
viz: ophie
#admiration
#friendship
#love
#minimalist
#wisdom
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Conjuring your strength
Do you really know what is your strength and courage and perseverance. 🤔 When you feel that you are all alone, within the very foundation of your mind. 🧠 YET you refuse to bend down on your knees, for you remain resilient on standing on your own two feet. WITH the deepness of your own heart. 💖 FOR sure you have the ability to truly manifest, 👁️ that which you want and need, Even if it means there must be a sacrifice. 😔 TO be made of your own self and dignity. For sure everything comes at a price, To not to have to deal with, what you don't...
#courage
#kindness
#LifeCycle
#patience
#wisdom
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Arachne
In the silence of the ancient grove,
we bow with humble hearts and minds
honoring the eight-legged delicate weave
their webs a testament to nature's craft.
Through the stillness whispers of their lore
threads of existence crossing patterns
in their presence we find harmony
balanced in the cycle of life’s design.
Oh gentle spirits of the eight legs
we celebrate your ceaseless toil
crafting wonders in the air between breaths
your webs the stars of earthly skies.
Beneath the moon's serene glow
your...
we bow with humble hearts and minds
honoring the eight-legged delicate weave
their webs a testament to nature's craft.
Through the stillness whispers of their lore
threads of existence crossing patterns
in their presence we find harmony
balanced in the cycle of life’s design.
Oh gentle spirits of the eight legs
we celebrate your ceaseless toil
crafting wonders in the air between breaths
your webs the stars of earthly skies.
Beneath the moon's serene glow
your...
#jealousy
#mythology
#nature
#spiritual
#wisdom
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Communicating With The Queens
Women love words
All kinds of words
Words that can argue And words that describe
Words that show feelings that you have inside
For a moment Or a lifetime Be they shallow or deep
Words rile women up Or pit them right to sleep
Women love words that express
They love words that proclaim
Love words that sound different
Though your message is the same
Words tell of the good a man has in his heart
And some words aren't yet spoken
cuz of time spent apart
Words properly delivered,
can be...
All kinds of words
Words that can argue And words that describe
Words that show feelings that you have inside
For a moment Or a lifetime Be they shallow or deep
Words rile women up Or pit them right to sleep
Women love words that express
They love words that proclaim
Love words that sound different
Though your message is the same
Words tell of the good a man has in his heart
And some words aren't yet spoken
cuz of time spent apart
Words properly delivered,
can be...
#honesty
#respect
#wisdom
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Emanations of the Mind...
Often I get lost in my thought,
In those recesses of my intellect,
where ambivalence interlaces with the glimmering of discernment,
I traverse looking for the ineffable,
the elusive sagacity spoken softly in the stillness of quiet reflection.
Emerging from the profound depths of contemplation,
a sudden effulgence of clarity,
as comprehension unfurls like the delicate tendrils of an ethereal bloom,
grasping, attaining, a verity both fragile and steadfast.
I wander through the consecrated halls of philosophy and education,
where...
In those recesses of my intellect,
where ambivalence interlaces with the glimmering of discernment,
I traverse looking for the ineffable,
the elusive sagacity spoken softly in the stillness of quiet reflection.
Emerging from the profound depths of contemplation,
a sudden effulgence of clarity,
as comprehension unfurls like the delicate tendrils of an ethereal bloom,
grasping, attaining, a verity both fragile and steadfast.
I wander through the consecrated halls of philosophy and education,
where...
#learning
#SelfDiscovery
#wisdom
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Submission.
Well, it’s finally happened.
I’m officially Life’s bitch.
Its plan to dig its claws into me,
went without a hitch.
Its firm grasp only tightening,
and
won’t let me go,
like a blood binding contract.
it took ownership of my tattered soul.
Why not someone else?
I have literally nothing to offer.
I try to do good, keep my head down,
living a mundane life,
so why bother?
I’ve felt the heaviness on my soul
from such a tender age..
how foolish of me to think I’d leave this lifetime ...
I’m officially Life’s bitch.
Its plan to dig its claws into me,
went without a hitch.
Its firm grasp only tightening,
and
won’t let me go,
like a blood binding contract.
it took ownership of my tattered soul.
Why not someone else?
I have literally nothing to offer.
I try to do good, keep my head down,
living a mundane life,
so why bother?
I’ve felt the heaviness on my soul
from such a tender age..
how foolish of me to think I’d leave this lifetime ...
#acceptance
#honesty
#sadness
#TruthOfLife
#wisdom
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The Fork, The Fire, The Flame
Ideas, impressions, sense refined,
A mirror held to humankind.
Passions burn where reason treads,
A slave to what the heart has fed.
Virtue, vice—no logic's claim,
But echoes felt in pleasure's name.
Hume’s tools cut through belief’s facade,
To find no truth in man or God.
A mirror held to humankind.
Passions burn where reason treads,
A slave to what the heart has fed.
Virtue, vice—no logic's claim,
But echoes felt in pleasure's name.
Hume’s tools cut through belief’s facade,
To find no truth in man or God.
#wisdom
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Knowledge, "belief" and TRUTH
Belief, the spark that starts our chase,
Truth, the light we seek to trace.
Justification, the proof we claim,
Together they build knowledge’s flame.
Belief in what we think we know,
Truth must follow, or it won’t grow.
Justification always leads the way,
Or else our truth begins to sway.
Belief, though firm, it can lead astray,
Truth must be present, come what may.
Justification, always clear and bright,
Brings our darkness into light.
But luck, like shadows, bends the line,
Truth may falter, knowledge...
Truth, the light we seek to trace.
Justification, the proof we claim,
Together they build knowledge’s flame.
Belief in what we think we know,
Truth must follow, or it won’t grow.
Justification always leads the way,
Or else our truth begins to sway.
Belief, though firm, it can lead astray,
Truth must be present, come what may.
Justification, always clear and bright,
Brings our darkness into light.
But luck, like shadows, bends the line,
Truth may falter, knowledge...
#faith
#philosophical
#TruthOfLife #wisdom
#TruthOfLife #wisdom
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"IF THY ONE EYE BE OPEN" (11-25-2024, Palm Springs, California)
as
i see eyes
eyes see me
as
eyes see i
i see i see
i see i see
in
these eyes
through which
i see
i see eyes
as
eyes see me
as
this true i
this true
eye opened
this
one eye open
fully open
i now know
yet always have
that i still
truly
am
through which
i now
more
than...
i see eyes
eyes see me
as
eyes see i
i see i see
i see i see
in
these eyes
through which
i see
i see eyes
as
eyes see me
as
this true i
this true
eye opened
this
one eye open
fully open
i now know
yet always have
that i still
truly
am
through which
i now
more
than...
#identity
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfReflection
#spiritual
#wisdom
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Bound by Time ...
We are all brothers and sisters through time,
no matter the generation before or yet to come,
we share the same thoughts and feelings.
Just as you feel when you look out into the oceans and watch the waves,
this was how I felt.
Just as you experience frustration in the tangle of everyday life,
I too lived in days filled with frustration.
Just as you are one of many in a crowd,
I too was a face among the countless.
Just as you are refreshed by the river’s gentle flow,
I too was cleansed and renewed.
Just as you seek relief on a...
no matter the generation before or yet to come,
we share the same thoughts and feelings.
Just as you feel when you look out into the oceans and watch the waves,
this was how I felt.
Just as you experience frustration in the tangle of everyday life,
I too lived in days filled with frustration.
Just as you are one of many in a crowd,
I too was a face among the countless.
Just as you are refreshed by the river’s gentle flow,
I too was cleansed and renewed.
Just as you seek relief on a...
#healing
#honesty
#inspirational
#LifeChangingMoment
#wisdom
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A Portal to Imaginations End ...
Through the Avo green ferns, the bushes, the ancient trees,
a green building rises, clothed in olive hues,
its glass windows reflecting the whispers of leaves.
The door stands wide, an invitation wrapped in light,
a flamboyant couch waits, adorned in vivid patterns,
like stories etched into fabric, each thread a tale
of minds cradled in comfort, hearts alight with wonder.
Inside, authors spirits adorn old oak shelves giving the air a scent of the timelessness of their presences,
the shelves with books of all sizes, stretch to the ceiling like tall...
a green building rises, clothed in olive hues,
its glass windows reflecting the whispers of leaves.
The door stands wide, an invitation wrapped in light,
a flamboyant couch waits, adorned in vivid patterns,
like stories etched into fabric, each thread a tale
of minds cradled in comfort, hearts alight with wonder.
Inside, authors spirits adorn old oak shelves giving the air a scent of the timelessness of their presences,
the shelves with books of all sizes, stretch to the ceiling like tall...
#books
#dreams
#forest
#nature
#wisdom
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DU Poetry : Poems About Wisdom Seeking Honest Critique