"philia" poems
Broken flesh, infected in dissolute.
We tend to dispute our vision of the world seeing only black and white.
Our eyes decieve us blatantly concealing the harmonic view of a one race with different shades.
Philia filling my heart with philosophies of what love actually is.
Conforming to the emotions of our soul drifting towards carnality.
Seduced by the luring sweet scent that our desires tend to offer often leading to our spirits fatality.
A promise is yet to come. A sacrifice made for us with the Annointed One hanging under inri. We forget our mistakes are not irreversible and He gave us the chance to live with Him for eternity.
Agape. The love so beautiful its tangability pushes us towards Him even when our lifes are resisting. His love being the cure to my absence and His peace being the sustainter of my life...so who am i to barricade you from His real love.
Aug 18, 2018
Aug 18, 2018 at 8:43 AM UTC
I wish Americans spoke Greek.
Did you know that there is more
Than one word for
Love, in the Greek language?
Agape. Eros. Storge.
And Philia.
Agape.
Unconditional love.
UNCONDITIONAL. Love.
I cannot even
Comprehend. How much
Love that is.
Unlimited. Unrestricted.
Unconditional.
That's how all love should be.
Eros.
Passionate love.
Sensual, emotional,
Romantic love.
The physical side...
Of love.
Intense, this kinda love
Needs a while to come out.
Don't rush.
Storge.
Love as affection.
Parents love their children,
Wives love their husbands.
Acceptance into a
Special place in someone's heart.
Familial bonds. Caring love.
And Philia.
Loyalty to others,
Mental love.
This is the love between friends.
The love of objects,
And places, etc.
Not unconditional,
Not passionate,
Not affectionate. But just,
Love.
Our one word,
Love, is broken into
Four words.
I want to be Greek,
I want people to know what
Kinda of love I mean,
When I say,
"I love you."
To people.
Jul 31, 2013
Jul 31, 2013 at 11:54 PM UTC
/ innocent until prōven guilty,
contra guilty until
prōven innocent...
ah!
so the minority report?
guilty, while innocent,
based upon a premonition?
hindsight with a zodiac
type of interpretation...
innocent until prōven guilty
has no superiority
in practice over the continental
guilty until prōven innocent...
no... because the principle invokes
presuppositions,
of suppositions...
treating the two as propositions -
or rather... "verbs" inacted...
innocent until prōven guilty -
then no understanding of freedom,
at least guilty until prōven innocent
allows understanding
restraint, however unfair,
with 18 years lost...
and then the tears of relief!
Tomasz Komenda...
an "espionage" case of staging
empathy...
en masse...
an innocent man walks away
from falsely imposed justice measures...
a redemption...
a count de monte cristo
allowance...
but in reverse?
the evil man walks free...
succumbing to old age,
and dementia, a pontius pilate pardon...
there is no redemption aspect
of the saxon course of applying jurisprudence...
the... innocent, until prōven guilty,
contra: guilty until prōven innocent
schizophrenia?
the latter overshadows
the former...
because we're not babies...
at least with the latter:
there's a redemption exegesis -
but with the former?
bitter-sweet tears within
the confines, of an example akin
to jimmy savile...
guilty until prōven innocent
has much more authentic emotional
content, with a redemption narrative...
innocent until prōven guilty
has? not much,
just a grave,
and the stunted emotional expression,
what ought to be flowers
within the heart,
instead: fungus, growing in the dark...
and thus... translating
to other hearts:
let's allow this chemo-phobia
chemo-philia experiment
be left intact in its the momentum...
honestly... the study of law -
is probably the ********* game
in the allowance of games of
adulthood... one tier above gambling.
p.s.
because you know there's proof:
and that the past-participle
thrown into a future, does require
an omega rather than an omicron...
not an oh, but an ooh...
hence? reign from above,
on the omicron, with a macron (ō).
Jul 22, 2018
Jul 22, 2018 at 12:34 PM UTC
I just don't get it.
I don't quite understand.
If you love me and I love you.
Why can't that be enough in the end?
I can't help but feel like I'm being compared to your ex life.
It's like you already have it figured out in your own mind.
Your biggest thing in the beginning of us was hope.
Sounds like now you're letting life get in the way of that.
I guess I always knew that it couldn't stay how it was in the beginning of us.
It never does.
But, I just thought maybe if I held you tight enough you would finally see that
I love you even in spite of me.
Because I still remember our first kiss and I still get chills at the touch of your hand.
I still get excited to see you and I love waking up next to you in bed.
I haven't lost my passion for you not even a little bit.
You still intrigue me and turn me on.
I know what it's like to be scared and have doubt consume you.
I've experienced both in this relationship a time or two.
But, I've never doubted my feelings for you.
And I've never been scared of you.
I don't know how I'll ever make you see that being loved by you is more than enough for me.
I don't care about the world because you have set me free.
I believe in you and me.
So we can't just give up when things get tough.
I'll never try to keep you if this isn't where you want to be.
But I will try for you and hopefully then you will see that I love you.
Beyond reason and I'll love you beyond all time.
I don't give up on the things or people I love.
It's just not in me you see.
Because I believe love will always find a way.
No matter what has happened.
No matter what comes to be.
I can be okay with that as long as you're here with me.
Because you are my king and I the jewel in your crown.
One doesn't shine without the other.
We have tested theories and proven ourselves wrong a million times.
I don't know what it's going to take for you to not be scared and just love me.
For me it took a lot of courage and time.
I don't know what you need from me to make you feel okay or convince you that I am here to stay.
I won't abandon you I've told you that from the start.
I won't give up on you or stop trying to mend your broken heart.
Agape, Eros, Philia, Storge, take your pick.
It doesn't matter how you say it, because it's all the same in the end.
© Ashley Rodden. All rights reserved
Feb 26, 2014
Feb 26, 2014 at 2:12 PM UTC
*She looked at him with philia
As if she stood a chance
In her bedroom, she created a world
A dream of New York, Rome and France
All she wanted was him,
But she poetized her love on papers,
Like a child tells a pet,she wrote
"Darling,I will fight it like a scrapper."
She longed for a peek from him,
For, in him, her world dwelled
And when saw him beamishing,
All over again in love ,she fell
Then one day he went away,
Over the seas, over the bay,
She mourned ,lamented,
And finally gave way,
In her last breath she said,
**"I am strong and I could still fight,
I had regarded him as my life,
But I want to see him one last time."***
Jun 13, 2015
Jun 13, 2015 at 3:22 AM UTC
All the words of love are written,
To my darling, my lover, and best friend,
I am ravished by these thoughts of you,
From every sunrise 'til the day's end.
The day we met, our journey began,
But it began with the end of another.
We brought with us Philautia love,
Loving ourselves before each other.
Ludus makes us dance in the rain,
Like children who love to play.
We joke and tease and tickle,
And we'll be forever young this way.
Eros pulls my eyes in your direction,
Consuming your body with my mind.
Its passion joins our flesh,
And sends chills along my spine.
Philia opens our hearts to one another,
As our friendship blooms like flowers.
We share interests and even secrets,
And talks that go on for hours.
Pragma should take years to mature,
But instead of 'falling' in love we 'stood.'
We committed ourselves in a mere moment,
To forever love each other, we would.
Even Storge has a presence here,
In the eyes the children see you through.
This familial love makes this a home,
And is complete because of you.
And now I find myself in Agape,
A culmination of all of the above.
It is selflessness and sacrifice,
And it is the epitome of love.
All these words of love are written,
To my darling, my lover, and best friend.
I promise you this Agape love,
From now until this journey ends.
Sep 12, 2020
Sep 12, 2020 at 4:24 PM UTC
by: R.A
Treating someone as a meaningful thing
Regrets create, the effect it means.
But how sure they are, if love will bring
Faults and mistakes in this world that we’ve been?
The reasons we live to achieve our goals
Agape, Storge, Philia, and Eros.
The cycle, pattern, and the sequence of cause,
A perception we lost like a withered rose.
Do not expect anything in return
The truth concede no need to concern,
Love can exchange, a thing to discern.
Retain the patience, we need to learn.
May 20, 2016
May 20, 2016 at 9:11 AM UTC
Philia above Eros
My love for you
Meaning
I love you like a friend
More than I love you like a lover
Jun 27, 2014
Jun 27, 2014 at 9:19 PM UTC
Once we were lovers mind, body, and soul
Eros has flown, only philia remains
Sadness takes hold, no longer am I whole
Distance creeps in; the heart is inconsolable
I am drowning in sorrow’s cold grey rain
Once we were lovers mind, body, and soul
Love is diminished, leaving a gaping hole
Deep inside. Our connection slowly wanes
Sadness takes hold, no longer am I whole
I feel I am only playing a role
Toleration fades, leaves only disdain
Once we were lovers mind, body, and soul
Failed actions have taken a painful toll
Slowly dying, overtaken by pain
Sadness takes hold, no longer am I whole
Future uncertain we’ve lost all our goals
This slow erosion lets sorrow’s madness reign
Once we were lovers mind, body, and soul
Sadness takes hold, no longer am I whole
krs
August 2, 2015
Aug 2, 2015
Aug 2, 2015 at 2:03 PM UTC
What is the body of a woman?
She is stardust,
Wanderlust,
Passion and desire.
She is paradise,
Eurydice,
Cosmic and enthralling.
She is poetry,
Idolatry,
Sapphire and ruby.
What is the body of a woman?
She is hidden,
Forbidden,
Sinful and perverted.
She is apostasy,
Ecstasy,
***** and Gomorrah.
She is shameful,
Painful,
Torturous and gleaming.
What is the body of a woman?
She is secret,
Kismet,
Philia and Eros.
She is repression,
Obsession,
Exquisite and divine.
She is carnal,
Eternal,
My burden and my joy.
Apr 13, 2018
Apr 13, 2018 at 2:37 PM UTC
_Buttered parcels filled,
With rose hips and cinnamon;
Heartache’s antidote._
May 21, 2020
May 21, 2020 at 7:41 PM UTC
Looking for an exit in life, perhaps other option that is rarely available. Time travel, utilitarian way to modify the past and the future.
Trapped in a matrix of flesh and bones controlled by my encephalon, it controls every part of my daily life, from breathing and blinking to helping myself memorize.
A feeling of antipathy in life that could never bring me happiness.
The inculpation for the misapprehension in my past relationship and future.
What does a man like me to do? How can one display their philia when they're not certain of that emotion?
My endurance in this life is on a perpetual edge. I perceive with attention toward happiness.
A deprivation I share with others. An absent of happiness.
A happiness of dominance; a switch that is only controlled.
Today he can be happy; switch ON. Next week he can be unhappy; switch OFF.
I walk on egg shells in this relationship and have to be careful that it won't break. I'm sad and lonely, this is what I get and deserve.
God nor I could change this, but I don't see it happening during my remaining life.
Stifles with silence deploying infantile plots. A day at a time I enunciate as my composer easily is un-maintain.
Hidden arcanum among a number of these unidentified entities lashes out at me discreetly.
Posing no threat I conceal the pass deep in the abyss in an unmarked grave sealing off the hippocampus that only the Creator can breach.
Unannounced the gravestone is turned my past is breached which I assumed that only the Beneficent can release.
Once an inhabitation, but no longer my domicile. Set aside and noted as a lost monument.
Ascendency barbarous with words of articulation fatal to ones self esteem, grossly spoken enslaved. An inclination to the predisposition of my life.
Jun 12, 2012
Jun 12, 2012 at 5:46 AM UTC
I think about you often enough
Your companionship fills me with warmth
We don’t even need to talk
Sitting next to each other will suffice
I know I hurt you, as I have done to many before
Commitment, rather lack thereof
It’s almost like a sickness that burns in me.
Like a parasite controlling my brain
I only want to love you
But, as far I can see
The only way I can help you
Is to stay out of your life
But I can’t
Call me selfish
Dec 27, 2017
Dec 27, 2017 at 8:49 AM UTC
Eros
Someone who tastes like
Ramune and Faygo, smells
Like Shenandoah
Mania
Waiting for six months
Only to find that you are
Eighteen and fourteen
Philia
Eyes just like snowmelt
Soft, cool, and fresh in the spring
Small signs of some hope
Ludus
A homecoming dance
Bumping bodies in a crowd
When your date ditches
Agape
The news surrounds us
Against suburban ap'thy
We are fighting back
Storge
Speaking of the sea
Advanced chemistry, and of
Secrets kept from mom
Pragma
One year of dating
But the sun and earth go back
Farther than we do
Philautia
Maybe we'll see it
Like a rose blooming forth from
Torrential blizzards
Feb 25, 2018
Feb 25, 2018 at 5:31 PM UTC
In the group that I come from, where philosophers comprise. Virtue, ethics and values they wrestle or oblige. One thing is missing and thats the truth in definition. From where philia itself is all about friendship.
Friends in wisdom, hey..it might just be empathy. Compassion hey, its truly a victory.
Whether Sophia or Nikea, it shouldn't really matter. Put them together and the robes will never tatter. Lest apart, were back to the start where this cute mythology loses its heart.
Yo, The Gods and Goddesses are just virtues. Principles of importance marked as divine. Personified and glorified to keep the spirit alive, thats just how they emphasized. Thats just how they empathized.
Dec 6, 2021
Dec 6, 2021 at 3:00 AM UTC
The golem quakes from the grounds tremble.
The mountain howls with the wolf.
Everything that was supposed to hold mystique,
has been corrupted by proof.
A god that cant eat.
A people that cant lift their own arms,
in arms that hold each other.
Now the thought mistraced faith reforms,
deformity causes alarm in the masses because difference hits too hard.
Control mind, control body, control philia, measure all your calculations always magnanimous dose. Part.
Relinquish. Relinquish!!
Give all sanctity and hope to the state,
they will focus your hate,
through a photoelectric device.
Let them mold you into natures and **** sapien sentient plight.
Allow your shape to be devoid of integrity.
Be all you can be.
Join anything that ends with an A. Starts with an US.
If you ever take off your mask and see the cave for what it is,
we will **** you.
Plato is the design for our torture system.
When some one says. "be born",
concede and reply with "nevermore".
End life in the womb.
You will live the rest of the days light, in darkness.
Mar 18, 2013
Mar 18, 2013 at 12:31 PM UTC
Mr. Cole plays on
In the background as I
Continue to type,
but my writing feels dry.
I want to call someone
Just to hear a voice that’s not
A character from a show.
Everyone I know
Is sleep,
and
or
related to me.
My cotton sheets feel
itchy
hot, even
against my skin
and I can’t focus on anything
but my concealing passion.
but the only Companionship
I find,
is with my dog
and depression.
Who cares?
Lust
is just a
fancy way
to say
"You're hot"
anyway
Jun 13, 2017
Jun 13, 2017 at 12:11 AM UTC
Aphrodite have I done you so wrong
That you enamore me in loves somber song
Yet leave his holy heart unignited
Cursing me with burning affection unrequited
Why allow me to be denied Anteros
And Eros strike me so cruelly with arrows
That I must make Philia to be enough
When what I desire fervently is his fleeting love
I see now goddess that I you must truly despise
For you sent forth Phobos and Deimos to terrorize
Until I found my heart to be ragged and maimed
Still for their sake I find myself acting as if it's the same
Aug 17, 2022
Aug 17, 2022 at 1:41 AM UTC
Love is a funny word
I can love my wife, my friends and my kids
Willing to sacrifice my sexuality, my time and my very life
I can love a political idea, my job and my country
Willing to sacrifice friends, family and unity
And I can love sausages
Maybe the Greeks had it right to use various words
It’s hard to know the difference between
“Hiya, luv!”
“Are you alright, love?”
“This is luurve,”
and
“OH YES, I LOVE IT!”
Loving things, people, ideas and experiences
The same and different
Important and prioritised
And what unifies people as well as love?
Love is a funny word
Let’s use it some more
Jun 15, 2017
Jun 15, 2017 at 4:47 AM UTC
We learned about the three types of love in class today,
and all I could think about was you.
My teacher said eros was ****** desire
and all I could think about was the taste of your lips and how they felt on my skin.
But Plato defined eros as the love of beauty in a person
and my thoughts turned to how the sunlight loves to play on your face.
Philia is the love between friends, my teacher said
and I thought back to snow fights and shared laughter.
Aristotle said philia comes from the best people,
It makes sense that everyone loves you.
The selfless love: agape
The perfect mix of the other two:
a passion and a fondness,
spontaneous and comfortable.
Agape is often described as the love between God and humans.
And gods did I worship you
and gods I didn't deserve you
but gods I think for a moment you loved me too
Feb 1, 2016
Feb 1, 2016 at 8:27 PM UTC
Eros......sexual love, hot slow gooey ***** and sucks....foot kissing *** slave ......got that covered
Philia...shared good will.....hell ya...got that covered except maybe when i keep you chained up in the bathroom for a week at a time
but you finally realized it's for your own good
Sorage....family love....wish you where my kissin cousin....ok so **** that
Agape ......universal love...selflessness.....You would die for me ...your definitely selfless....mmmm but it does make you wet so ?????
Ladus....practical love...i think we are a little weak in that department since no one is givin any one no money
Philautia...self love ...do you love your self ?...I know i love myself more when you love me too but i do have self esteem issues :)
****** Torture *** Love.....fucked to death discovered in a dumpster feet over the head..kinda stinky with big **** eating grin ....definitely cant wait to try that ..grrrrrrrrrrrr !!!!
On balance I'd say our relationship is right on track
xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxooxoxoxoxx
Jul 20, 2017
Jul 20, 2017 at 7:24 PM UTC
you touch my fantasy
warm my soul up
kiss my mind
bite my heart
in no word
then leave.
Sep 20, 2017
Sep 20, 2017 at 3:22 AM UTC
*that's the ******** and a tip with the English tongue, missing the diacrtical marks, the punctuation marks are a rave! a rampage! italicise all you want for want of emphasis.... a single exclamation mark will undo you... princely honesty... non-engagement in diacritics leaves you stark naked in the biblical genesis lodged almost innocently thinking up a centimetre for a comma, a kilometre for a full-stop, a nanometre for a hyphen... a metre for a semi-colon... you know the brothers Grimm... here's the colouring-in book.*
well, somebody has to
be the villain
and not the fury tank operator,
a brad 'prosopagnosia' pitt;
thank **** it wasn't an easy
-philia or -phobia
to compound woo woo wee hurrah!
i know,
all the rich cartoons would
become bonkers and sarcastically lazy -
like in real life!
Apr 30, 2016
Apr 30, 2016 at 10:04 PM UTC
EROS : body
every teen show I ever watched that set up love
daydreams
PHILIA : mind
the ideas spouted by happiness in one quick moment
my brothers when we laugh until we cry (and every other memory of them)
AGAPE : soul
innocence of newborns
breathing fresh air
STORGE: child
my mom crying because she’s proud of me
comforting hugs from her
LUDUS: playful
small animals
every time I talk to you
PRAGMA: longstanding
things that have
yet to come
PHILAUTIA: self
what I learned to do two years ago
everything I want to give to you (no one can give it to you but yourself)
Feb 5, 2018
Feb 5, 2018 at 10:03 PM UTC