Wisdom Poems
Many times we died - Alexis karpouzos
by alexis karpouzos
Many times we died,
many times we rose again,
The rhythm of our heart is the birth and death
of all that is alive and dead.
All things seen depend
upon the Unseen.
All sounds depend upon Silence.
All things felt depend
upon what is not felt.
When Age becomes connected to Reason
by Mario Odekerken
It does not happen all at once.
Wisdom does not arrive
with the grey in your hair
or the ache in your bones.
But slowly,
as seasons repeat,
you stop reaching
for what does not last.
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Begin the Songs of Life with the End
by Ololade Raji
I once wrote a song I could but not finish…
Whoever finishes the songs of life?
But tell me, how? when each end begins with a new life lease?
I once met a man who paints only in shades and tints
Whoever applauds the silver greyness of the cloudless skies?
But tell me, whoever shuts out the radiance of the rainbow colours?
Ijangbon boldly pushes Odumare’s last limits, but as…
We know insanity remains the smallest room in the castle of audacity
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Ballad of Wasted Years
by Khayelihle Bongiswa Gamedze
I have sang with Tennessee the song of the south,
I have kissed many tender lips with my crimson
mouth.
I have been with Politicians to the mountain top,
I have crossed without doubt the red gates that writ in it, "STOP".
I have danced with a cotton dress that danced in the wind,
And cheated on my wife and told my conscience, "Never mind".
I married two wives just to see if the love was the same,
I have covered with filth and fame my precious
name.
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Beyond Words
by Aloo Denish Obiero
The language of love requires no translation,
The language of trust needs no explanation,
The language of honesty needs no interpretation,
The language of wisdom requires no noise,
The language of kindness requires no words.
The older I get,the younger I feel
by Mario Odekerken
The older I get,the younger I feel.
Not in years or skin,
but inbthe way I see the sky,
wide and without end.
I care less for clocks,
more for moments.
Laughter comes easier,
worry stays less.
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The Response: A Standing Invitation
by Jonathan Goff
cradled by night,
the standing invitation
sings low:
i melt
at your eyes
when they’re heavy–
or flutter open.
i melt
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How We Witness
by Jonathan Goff
I.
smoke and star-soaked hush—
two chairs, no words. just the night
we held– together.
i watched him breathe and whispered, thank you.
II.
when she left, you wept.
presence hung between us– dew,
prophesying dawn.
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The Cloud of Witnesses
by Jonathan Goff
Caught myself
Yelling at the dishes.
They didn't deserve it.
"An honor--"
they said.
"It is an honor
to witness
the undoing of your wrath–
how it scorches your ribs,
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Dance
by Jonathan Goff
One step
Two step
Rise,
And release
The flaming flags
of fall give way
To a cherry blossom
spring
Always in
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Sri Chinmoy Ghose (1 poems about Wisdom)
27 August 1931 – 11 October 2007 / Shakpura, Chittagong / Bangladesh (British Era)