Existentialism Poems
Anthropology
by Ben Quinn
I don’t want to be a study.
A lone sun-bleached fossil
Fine, but before you remove me and dissect, let me rest a while.
A millennia past, a millennia future.
That’s what I want.
As the waves lap closer and closer to my
Wind-eroded calcium chest-plate.
So, leave me to weather a while longer.
To rest in the place between,
......
Resurrection of Death
by Kiyana Tavakolizadeh
A blind crow
Lodged in the woods
Amidst darkness
Winging its way through the blackish sky
A cursed surrounding of no delight
The Nowhere Land
The very realm of doom
Where the night is said
To seize every bloom
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Alpha and Omega Blues
by Chris Quinn
I have raked the coals
Of what passes for my soul
Stoked it into ire
I cannot perne in a gyre
The seas no longer crowded
Earth smells like a burning tire
We live so close to death
That we may awaken yet
It seems right not to consume
To live as dead until breath seems like theft
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Abstract Void
by Ben Quinn
The call: he calls.
Tartarus enchants.
But not a person, nor a place.
A state.
Of matter? Of being?
Hard to say. But he calls.
I am certain Tartarus is a ‘he’
Though I’ve never met him.
How could I have?
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sisyphus
by Sirena V
every day, i'm heading closer;
life forcing me to push my own heavy boulder.
stuck in an endless loop like sisyphus;
feeling tortured on this earthly abyss.
i did not expect for life to be like this.
Anthropology
by Ben Quinn
I don’t want to be a study.
A lone sun-bleached fossil
Fine, but before you remove me and dissect, let me rest a while.
A millennia past, a millennia future.
That’s what I want.
As the waves lap closer and closer to my
Wind-eroded calcium chest-plate.
So, leave me to weather a while longer.
To rest in the place between,
......
Abstract Void
by Ben Quinn
The call: he calls.
Tartarus enchants.
But not a person, nor a place.
A state.
Of matter? Of being?
Hard to say. But he calls.
I am certain Tartarus is a ‘he’
Though I’ve never met him.
How could I have?
......
Dichotomy Of A Survivor
by John Stetson
When time splits in two...
One you're looking for and one looking for you
You're waiting for someone you don't know yet
And you're not getting any younger
You've captured the rhyme but lost the poetry
The road seems bleak but familiar
A refugee from the you you used to be
And a pilgrim on the road to destiny
To fortify you resupply with fortitude and grace
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Resurrection of Death
by Kiyana Tavakolizadeh
A blind crow
Lodged in the woods
Amidst darkness
Winging its way through the blackish sky
A cursed surrounding of no delight
The Nowhere Land
The very realm of doom
Where the night is said
To seize every bloom
......
Evara
by Mehrannè Talebian
Beyond the limitless barriers of one’s mind, all doubts fade
Whispers of divine power chant a cosmic tale.
In Eden’s embrace, guardian angles weave with grief
What shall be destined, despite ones mistaken belief.
But, oh to believe
Its reflection illuminates the beauty of the divine with a glance,
Pierces the heart while within lies a sacred trance.
A gift of oneness
A power unseen
There’s nothing that one cannot find within
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