Poems about Philosophy

• The Shape of Death

  What does love look like? We know
  the shape of death. Death is a cloud

  by May Swenson 35 lines, 4 comments
• Ahead of the Stars

  Ahead of the stars there lie more worlds
  there still remain more tests of love

  by Muhammed Iqbal 15 lines, 9 comments
• Pippa's Song

  The year's at the spring,
  And day's at the morn;

  by Robert Browning 8 lines, 2 comments
• Against Love

  He feels no raptures which are joys diseased,
  And is not much transported, but still pleased.

  by Katherine Philips 17 lines, 1 comment
• I Have A Rendezvous With Life

  I have a rendezvous with Life,
  In days I hope will come,

  by Countee Cullen 13 lines, 1 comment
• Work

  Let me but do my work from day to day,
      In field or forest, at the desk or loom,

  by Henry Van Dyke 14 lines, 2 comments
• The Gecko

  The Gecko lying on his stone
  Is always very much alone,

  by Leon Gellert 23 lines, 12 comments
• This we Have Now

  This we have now
  is not imagination.

  by Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi 9 lines, 2 comments
• Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam 251-500 (Whinfield Translation)

  251.
  Are you depressed? Then take of bhang one grain,

  by Omar Khayyam 1250 lines, 1 comment
• Lyrebirds

  Over the west side of the mountain,
  that’s lyrebird country.

  by Judith Wright 24 lines
• The Resignation

  O God, whose thunder shakes the sky,
  Whose eye this atom globe surveys,

  by Thomas Chatterton 32 lines, 1 comment
• Earthly

  If I'd been destined at birth
  To lie in the lap of the gods,

  by Arseny Tarkovsky 12 lines
• The Road Goes Ever On

  The Road goes ever on and on
  Down from the door where it began.

  by J R R Tolkien 8 lines, 1 comment
• This Aloneness

  This aloneness is worth more than a thousand lives.
  This freedom is worth more than all the lands on earth.

  by Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi 4 lines, 2 comments
• I Continue To Dream

  I take my dreams and make of them a bronze vase
  and a round fountain with a beautiful statue in its center.

  by Langston Hughes 8 lines, 1 comment
• Self-Dependence

  Weary of myself, and sick of asking
  What I am, and what I ought to be,

  by Matthew Arnold 38 lines, 3 comments
• Beauty XXV

  Where shall you seek beauty, and how shall you find her unless she herself be your way and your guide?

  by Khalil Gibran 28 lines, 7 comments
• Loved a little, Worked a little…

  Ku’ch Ishaq Ki’ya Ku’ch Kaam Ki’ya.
  Who Log Bohat Khush Qismat Th’ay,

  by Faiz Ahmed Faiz 24 lines, 3 comments
• Poem 2

  WHEN He Himself reveals Himself, Brahma brings into manifestation That which can never be seen.
  As the seed is in the plant, as the shade is in the tree, as th

  by Kabir 16 lines
• A Game Of Fives

  Five little girls of Five, Four, Three, Two, One:
  Rolling on the hearthrug, full of tricks and fun.

  by Lewis Carroll 26 lines, 2 comments
• The Canterbury Tales; PROLOGUE

      Whan that Aprille, with hise shoures soote,
      The droghte of March hath perced to the roote

  by Geoffrey Chaucer 948 lines, 7 comments
• The Chip on the Shoulder

  Learn this now before you are older:
  Don’t go through life with a chip on your shoulder,

  by Arthur Guiterman 11 lines, 1 comment
• A Visit From Wisdom

  In the stillness of night Wisdom came and stood
  By my bed. She gazed upon me like a tender mother

  by Khalil Gibran 74 lines
• Friendship IXX

  And a youth said, \

  by Khalil Gibran 19 lines, 3 comments
• The Loom of Years

  In the light of the silent stars that shine on the struggling sea,
  In the weary cry of the wind and the whisper of flower and tree,

  by Alfred Noyes 33 lines, 2 comments
• A man said to the universe:

  A man said to the universe:
  "Sir I exist!"

  by Stephen Maria Crane 5 lines, 3 comments
• Love Chapter II

  Then said Almitra, "Speak to us of Love."
  And he raised his head and looked upon the people, and there fell a stillness upon them.

  by Khalil Gibran 37 lines, 4 comments
• Dream Fable

  I saw myself in a wide green garden, more beautiful than I could begin to understand. In this garden was a young girl. I said to her, "How wonderful this place

  by Rabia al Basri 15 lines, 1 comment
• Poem 4

  O HOW may I ever express that secret word?
  O how can I say He is not like this, and He is like that?

  by Kabir 7 lines, 2 comments
• A Caged Bird

  High at the window in her cage,
      The old canary sits and sings,

  by Sarah Orne Jewett 44 lines, 3 comments

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