Philosophical Poems
We are Human
by Sharon Morgan
We do come; we do go.
We do hide; we do show
We do love; we do hate
We do rush; we do wait
We do feel, we do think
We do swim; we do sink
We do plot; we do scheme
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Unintelligible Words
by Somali Mukherjee
The ocean behind
Seems to speak a lot of things;
We can't understand.
The Breeze
by Sharon Morgan
What is the breeze that rocks the leaves
That shades the blades of grass beneath my feet
And swiftly shiver to-and-fro, from gusts of air which shoot without intent
But breathes on clouds, which race within the clear blue sky,
To win the race, where raindrops burst and thank the sun,
for rays and glows, which bring relief and light
and life, to trees, leaves, grass and sea, and me.
Quill on a ragged paper
by Amey Dalvi
Quill on a ragged paper what's your will,
Past ones waging wars and famines raging to kill,
In time's ensemble all actors paid on an interim, yet I think,
Immortal seem the words of a quill soaked in ink...
.
Quill on a ragged paper who's your kin,
Thirst for wisdom or shattering mind's margin,
Sorrows bought to light or corrupting brains as a blight,
All done by the stroke of a lone quill...
.
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Reject the world
by Mario Marcou
This isn't for everyone.
For those who can understand.
Reject the world.
Go about your business.
Educate yourself.
Don't choose materialism but live according to your needs.
Love your parents.
It's not hatred but rejection of the world.
The rewards are immense.
The freedom from all the world's pressure will lift.
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Reject the world
by Mario Marcou
This isn't for everyone.
For those who can understand.
Reject the world.
Go about your business.
Educate yourself.
Don't choose materialism but live according to your needs.
Love your parents.
It's not hatred but rejection of the world.
The rewards are immense.
The freedom from all the world's pressure will lift.
......
Quill on a ragged paper
by Amey Dalvi
Quill on a ragged paper what's your will,
Past ones waging wars and famines raging to kill,
In time's ensemble all actors paid on an interim, yet I think,
Immortal seem the words of a quill soaked in ink...
.
Quill on a ragged paper who's your kin,
Thirst for wisdom or shattering mind's margin,
Sorrows bought to light or corrupting brains as a blight,
All done by the stroke of a lone quill...
.
......
Philosophical
by Mario Marcou
We are born to experience before going to the final rest.
Consciousness to light. Walk down the cobbled path. Touch the
clouds. Witness the storm. Remember the building blocks
of life. Science, history, religion, philosophy and psychology.
They are all joined together.
Life's short time travel.
The struggle of conscious is normal.
It's a gift. Don't waste it.
Make good decisions so the earth won't count the cost.
Economics of Affection
by Liv Atkinson
What is love but a mutual exchange of selflessness for selfishness’ sake?
Selfishness is the coal that powers the steam engine
That makes our lives chug along the way they tend to do-
Not inherently evil as we have made it out to be.
What is love but that knowledge that maybe,
If he had asked me to,
I’d turn myself inside out for him?
Love is nothing but how much you’re willing to give in order to receive.
Because what is a relationship
But symbiotic capitalization? A reciprocated exploitation?
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The Uncanny Fact
by Somali Mukherjee
The more you envy,
The better will I become,
It sounds strange although.
