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,
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A Sinner's Heart
by Bhaskaranand Jha Bhaskar
My soul badly suffers intense pain
Heavy with fleshy chains
Burning dead in the fires of hell
For the mortal sin
Committed once in the Garden
Of joy in the twilight of life,
Under the bower of intimacy
Fostered for no reason
Between love and sympathy.
The soiled body fallen from grace
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Existentialism
by Ghairo Daniels
{ Quest : “ We have set out on a quest for true humanity and somewhere on the distant horizon we can see the glittering prize”- Steve Biko }
EXISTENTIALISM
And there pigeon lay
blood dripping from feathers
glazed eyes wounded
a passerby filed passed
an angry little boy kicked
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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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Fire & Brimstone
by Mehrannè Talebian
As I think back on what took this squandered wanderer
To the nethermost pitfalls of hell,
Only the wickedness of mere existence can be adequate enough to delineate such misery.
A brute, stuck in a trap of one’s own making
With its stone walls, one’s lament echoes through the hallow chambers,
made of anguish & possibilities.
Shadows of what has been and what could’ve been,
Dance around to the cacophony of ones regret.
But what took this wretched man,
belonging to the heights of heaven,
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Existentialism
by Ghairo Daniels
{ Quest : “ We have set out on a quest for true humanity and somewhere on the distant horizon we can see the glittering prize”- Steve Biko }
EXISTENTIALISM
And there pigeon lay
blood dripping from feathers
glazed eyes wounded
a passerby filed passed
an angry little boy kicked
......
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?
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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
......
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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