Poems about Philosophy

• The Pig

  In England once there lived a big
  A wonderfully clever pig.

  by Roald Dahl 54 lines, 40 comments
• The Second Coming

  TURNING and turning in the widening gyre
  The falcon cannot hear the falconer;

  by William Butler Yeats 22 lines, 27 comments
• “Hope” is the thing with feathers—

  Hope is the thing with feathers
  That perches in the soul,

  by Emily Dickinson 13 lines, 23 comments
• So You Want To Be A Writer

  if it doesn't come bursting out of you
  in spite of everything,

  by Charles Bukowski 68 lines, 56 comments
• My Creed

  To live as gently as I can;
  To be, no matter where, a man;

  by Edgar Albert Guest 24 lines, 9 comments
• If....

  If you can keep your head when all about you
    Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;

  by Rudyard Kipling 34 lines, 56 comments
• Crossing the Bar

  Sunset and evening star,
    And one clear call for me!

  by Alfred Lord Tennyson 18 lines, 19 comments
• The Negro Mother

  Children, I come back today
  To tell you a story of the long dark way

  by Langston Hughes 51 lines, 16 comments
• My Fairy

  When once I wished to drink some gin
  It said "You must not quaff".

  by Lewis Carroll 17 lines, 6 comments
• Children Chapter IV

  And a woman who held a babe against her bosom said, "Speak to us of Children."
  And he said:

  by Khalil Gibran 16 lines, 16 comments
• Brother And Sister

  "SISTER, sister, go to bed!
  Go and rest your weary head."

  by Lewis Carroll 24 lines, 2 comments
• The Law Of The Jungle

  Now this is the Law of the Jungle — as old and as true as the sky; And the Wolf that shall keep it may prosper, but the Wolf that

  by Rudyard Kipling 38 lines, 5 comments
• Down By The Salley Gardens

  DOWN by the salley gardens my love and I did meet;
  She passed the salley gardens with little snow-white

  by William Butler Yeats 12 lines, 6 comments
• There was, before me,

  There was, before me,
  Mile upon mile

  by Stephen Maria Crane 15 lines, 3 comments
• Look To This Day

  Look to this day:
  For it is life, the very life of life.

  by Kalidasa 15 lines, 5 comments
• You Men

  (Español)
  Hombres necios que acusáis

  by Sor Juana Ines de la Cruz 138 lines, 8 comments
• Chaap Tilak

  Chhap tilak sab cheeni ray mosay naina milaikay
  Chhap tilak sab cheeni ray mosay naina milaikay

  by Amir Khusro 22 lines, 3 comments
• Rules And Regulations

  A short direction
  To avoid dejection,

  by Lewis Carroll 55 lines, 7 comments
• L'Albatros (The Albatross)

  Souvent, pour s'amuser, les hommes d'équipage
  Prennent des albatros, vastes oiseaux des mers,

  by Charles Baudelaire 158 lines, 1 comment
• Masjid-e-Qartabaa (With English Translation)

  SILSILA-E-ROZ-O-SHAB NAQSH GAR-E-HADISAAT
  SILSILA-E-ROZ-O-SHAB ASL-E-HAYAAT-O-MAMAAT

  by Muhammed Iqbal 289 lines, 3 comments
• Illusion and Reality

  What is seen is not the Truth
  What is cannot be said

  by Kabir 28 lines, 7 comments
• I saw a man pursuing the horizon

  I saw a man pursuing the horizon;
  Round and round they sped.

  by Stephen Maria Crane 8 lines, 2 comments
• Freedom

  Freedom from fear is the freedom
  I claim for you my motherland!

  by Rabindranath Tagore 17 lines, 9 comments
• Joy And Sorrow Chapter VIII

  Then a woman said, "Speak to us of Joy and Sorrow."
  And he answered:

  by Khalil Gibran 16 lines, 5 comments
• Paracelsus: Part I: Paracelsus Aspires

  Scene.-- Würzburg; a garden in the environs. 1512.
  Festus, Paracelsus, Michal.

  by Robert Browning 1005 lines, 2 comments
• Now I Become Myself

  Now I become myself. It's taken
  Time, many years and places;

  by May Sarton 31 lines, 6 comments
• My Beloved

  My peace, O my brothers and sisters, is my solitude,
  And my Beloved is with me always,

  by Rabia al Basri 14 lines, 2 comments
• God lay dead in heaven;

  God lay dead in heaven;
  Angels sang the hymn of the end;

  by Stephen Maria Crane 18 lines, 4 comments
• When I Suspected

  So each passing minute with you
  Pendulummed with sadness.

  by Spike Milligan 8 lines, 41 comments
• The Waste Land

  Part 1 - *Burial of the Dead*
  April is the cruelest month, breeding

  by T S Eliot 476 lines, 6 comments

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