#metaphysics poems on Hello Poetry

Mark Donnelly Jun 2016

Star's in night sky an unimaginable number to the naked eye,
eyes travel through space searching for a glimmering star,
thoughts travel through the minds neural sky synapsing like bright inner stars,
from outer to inner space there is much to see,
eyes search for the wonderful sight,
thoughts search the mind for hope and reason that might,
the more we travel the more we learn,
experience opens the mind and the sky,
acceptance and love expands as we travel,
hope is gained the less we hold back and the more we ask why,
negativity lost as pain and hurt unravels,
through knowledge gained insight opens the door,
a door to a better life as that suffering parts,
a journey is long whether through mind or eye,
experience gained only with both open,
so lets open and travel far and wide.

I study psychology, and so i think sometimes as i look at the stars our mind is such. Light travels through space searching for something to shine on, our thoughts travel our mind searching for meaning. So i think both are similar.

#space #thoughts #mind #travel #metaphysics

Michael M De La Fuente Apr 2016

Skeleton Key

Distant shadows,
Traveling into the absence of light.
Illuminating a pathway of sorrow,
Imagining the beauty of Helen’s sight.

Diving into the abyss,
Searching for lost remains.
Encountering a series of melancholic words,
Reliving one's past fate.

Salvaging sunken letters,
Written in Cephalopod ink.
Subsiding into Davy Jones' locker,
In quest of the skeleton key.

Pursuing the Sirens voice,
Inducing a tidal wave.
Awakening to disillusion,
Anchoring hope to reality once again.

By: Michael M. De La Fuente

The Skeleton Key is a symbolic interpretation of a long lost love dreamed about last night. You will find plenty of symbolisms derived from Greek Mythology and metaphoric expressions within every line. My interpretation may be seen below for those who wish to follow the original meaning of the poem. Hope you enjoy it. Without further ado:

Distant shadows:
– Glimpsing flashbacks of her pleasant sight

Traveling into the absence of light:
– Nostalgic memories fading into darkness

Illuminating a pathway of sorrow:
– Igniting a yearning desire to be with her once more

Imagining the beauty of Helen’s sight:
– Symbolically comparing her beauty to Helen, the Queen of Laconia, who was considered the most beautiful woman in the world in Greek Mythology

Diving into the abyss:
- Taking a leap of faith into love once again

Searching for lost remains:
- Hoping to rekindle the long lost flame

Encountering a series of melancholic words:
– Finding nothing more than sadness and grief, instilled pain

Reliving one's past fate:
– Undergoing the same heartache once again

Salvaging sunken letters:
– Recollecting the unparalleled memories spent together

Written in Cephalopod ink:
– Metaphorically comparing the pen’s ink to the thick black ink that an octopus ejects to confound attackers. Insinuating that each word was written as a method to escape.

Subsiding into Davy Jones' locker:
– Falling into the realm of darkness; hitting rock bottom

In quest of the skeleton key:
– Symbolically searching for new possibilities to alter the tragic outcome

Pursuing the Sirens voice:
– Metaphorically comparing the enchanting voice of the Sirens from Greek Mythology to the hypnotizing nature of her seductive voice

Inducing a tidal wave:
– Stimulating the reticent heart

Awakening to disillusion:
– Awakening to realize that it was just a lucid dream

Anchoring hope to reality once again:
– Symbolically indicating the conveyance of hope from one realm to another

#love #unrequited #spirituality #anamnesis #metaphysics #jchb #meltingdream

Torin Mar 2016

Everytime I Love

I was sitting in my basement thinking about my attic as I awaited the first bombs to drop in the next world war

I guess I'm pretty lucky to understand that metaphysically nothing really is unless we perceive it is so even death by chemical nerve agents can be a pleasurable experience that we come back for again and again

And that time I died before when the only metaphor would have to be trying to guide a wooden canoe across an active volcano

I can't wait to try that again

#love #abstract #surreal #metaphysics

Harry Randle-Marsh Mar 2016

A poem about you

You’re your own idea
written in blood and electricity.
You’re Pulcinella. You’re judy.
You’re someone else’s description
of light
imagined alive.
You’re temporary.
You’re the dream in a Jivaro head.
There’s the ceiling of a skull
just above your clouds
and even further out
there's another.
You’re pock-marked, wood-wormed
with thoughts,
words,
that you’ve been taught
on you, like tattoos
and shared birthmarks.
 You’re picture-framed
in my eye sockets
flipped and made
understandable
and only some of you
oozes
through
like the sun
below the surface of the sea.
You’re me
and i’m you
swirling in each other’s boundaries
like the Tao and oily water
and the point between the colours in rainbows.
You’re infinite to mayflies.
You’re an explosion’s leftovers.
You died last time I saw you
and reformed in the doorframe
when I came around again.
You’re the world’s re-used love letter
from ****** to organised organism
incubated in original sin
the kiln
making Russian dolls from living things.
You’re the seed of a ghost.
You only existed since this morning
and yesterday’s you woke up
and is now out haunting.
You’re both here, and there, and here
a string vibrating
a seismograph
a tree ring
Earth’s music
playing
and playing
and playing.

All the things I know about people I don't know.

#poem #words #life #you #thought #*** #physics #about #light #metaphysics

Dawn Richardson Jan 2016

Indigo Soul

Oh, sweet child of the light,
Your wisdom shines on through
The hum of a million Ohms,
Coursing through your fibers
Bouncing through the universe like
Shooting stars, they collide.

Power and beauty you behold,
Beams of light surround you
No constraints on your will
But will they medicate you into submission?
Or shall you meditate for awhile?

What is your mission?
Oh, sweet child of the light,
You’ve been here before
I can see forever in your eyes.

1/14/2016

#spirituality #metaphysics #indigochild

Akemi Oct 2015

Recurrence

I have walked this earth a thousand times.
Dirt. A loose aggregate of particles, held together by gravity, and moisture.
Rain. Water suspended. Resurging. Cascading in plumes, like sheets of smoke.
Sky. Blue. Stretched like canvas. Abstract. Nowhere. Everywhere.
I exist. Here. Standing. Thinking.
I am dead. I am being born.
I am existing across all time and space, but I do not know it.
At this moment, I am trapped. I am unconscious. I am unaware.
I have walked this earth a thousand times, and cannot even remember.
Because it has not happened. Has yet to happen. May never happen.
Future. A nonexistence on the horizon.
Hope. An ache. A nothing replaced with nothing.
Misery. The wretched face in the mirror.
A child wears my eyes. She drifts through life.
Scared. Alone. Free.
She plays in the forest. Her small, sap-covered hands grasp branch after branch.
She enters intermediate school. Is called freak. Is judged by her skin, her eyes.
She realises she is different for the first time.
Alien. Deviant. Other.
Her eyes fill with self-hatred.
I have watched this moment a thousand times, yet can do nothing.
Disintegration. The act of separation.
Loneliness. A billion strangers condemned to live together.
Existence. A billion billion billion particles, shifting beneath my flesh.
There is no death that can end my being.
I have felt the atoms of my past collide, and spark into biology.
I have felt the atoms of my future shred like fractals, spiralling into a dim, dark nothingness.
I have felt all this, and none of it.
From infinity I came, to infinity I’ll go. Forever cycling in the pantomime of existence.
This pretend construct of space and time.

1:42am, October 21st 2015

Eternal Recurrence, the poem.
With a bit of Kant thrown in for good measure.

#philosophy #prose #metaphysics #kant #nietzsche

Luka Love Mar 2015

Dance With Me

The rhythm of the cosmos
Is a waltz
In three steps
Create
Sustain
Decay

A movement
To which all of life
And so art conforms
From literature
With it's beginning
Middle
End

To the great civilizations of the Earth
That rise
Hold
Fall
Just as chest draw breath
As she sleeps

Or the theologians speak
Of their holy trinity
The metaphysical systems of old Indus Valley
Create
Sustain
Decay

Making way for the new notes
We play
As the old fade
Into silence
One step
Two step
Three

Come and dance with me
As the stars inhale
And hold their breath
As we find our feet gracefully
And move in the moment we have
One step
Two step
...

#love #dance #music #cosmos #transcend #metaphysics

Mark Lecuona Jan 2015

Floating Outside Castles

The moat we dug with our own hands
filled with our blood
carries us around the castle erected on foreign lands
while we wait
for a door to open before we drift to the wrong side of empty sands
and what did we learn
except not to drown hoping for the current that was beyond our commands

But is there no consciousness
that will reveal itself to another in the same manner that it reveals itself to you;
is there is no revelation
that will ask less faith of you than what you have already been told was true;
is there is no love
that has not already lost that is less painful than the one you already knew;
is there is nothing beyond the next sunrise
greater than making another person feel worthy of your love too?

#god #soul #revelation #metaphysics

Misadventures of Crow Jan 2015

Ontology

Being Is;
Its nature is unity,
Light beyond light.
Being takes Form
in the Word: ॐ

        "There is a meaning in Light
        that makes Itself known
        through the Word." ∞

Word is a Symbol
that facilitates Idea.
Idea orders thought
into Belief -
which is to say,
possibilities.

Belief limits perception.
Desire potentiates perception.
Will sets perception in motion.

Thus,
the Universe,
and in reverse,
its destruction.

And now you know how to be a magician.

∞ - I am versed in the deeper color

#life #religion #science #soul #physics #magic #spirit #spirituality #metaphysics #ontology

Maria Keisoglou Nov 2014

METAPHYSICS

Emptiness and immensity
The sketch of a figure
A luminous circle in the dark
Which sinks and becomes smaller in its core
And the inside becomes one with the outside.

#metaphysics