Philosophical Poems - Feel Free to Post or Invent Some!

[a2tha3]

Anyone Know any? they can be humorous or serious.

Feel free to invent some and or Post some Pre-made ones.

Try to stay away from religious oriented ones.

Please quote it or provide a link

Thanks in advance,

-A2tha3-

 

[0zyzzyz0]

yesterday upon the stair
i met a man who wasn't there

he wasn't there again today
i wish i wish he'd go away



I'm not sure if i got that just right, and i don't know off hand who penned it, but it's just a tidbit that's been stuck in my head since before whenever. Its sort'v philosophical.

 

[Violator]

The Other exists to prove the Self
I am I by controlling They
But this Self looks on that Other
And sees on I and You
And wants no control,
no domination.
You are not the Other
You are You
And I gladly give up I
To be part of You
No more Self and Other
No more I and You
Only WE
Forever
Forever
Forever
-Brock Nicholson

 

[mikelepore]

Shakespeare, Sonnet 29

When in disgrace with Fortune and men's eyes,
I all alone beweep my outcast state,
And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries,
And look upon my self and curse my fate,
Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,
Featured like him, like him with friends possessed,
Desiring this man's art, and that man's scope,
With what I most enjoy contented least,
Yet in these thoughts my self almost despising,
Haply I think on thee, and then my state,
(Like to the lark at break of day arising
From sullen earth) sings hymns at heaven's gate,
For thy sweet love remembered such wealth brings,
That then I scorn to change my state with kings.

 

[Noone]

^.^
White is bright, yellow is right?

--William Shakespeare in, Hamlet--
Suit the action to the word, the word to the action.

--William Shakespeare in, Hamlet--
There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so.

--William Shakespeare in, Hamlet--
This above all: to thine own self be true,
And it must follow, as the night the day,
Thou canst not then be false to any man.

--William Shakespeare in, As You Like It--
All the world's a stage
And all the men and women merely players.

--William Shakespeare in, The Merry Wives of Windsor--
Why, then the world's mine oyster,
Which I with sword will open.