Solipsis poems on Hello Poetry

Violet Wade Jun 2012

Solipsis

I see no past,
no future.
No way in or out,
Only labyrinths
of riddle and rhyme,
With sphinxes lurking
And looming
Amusing, strange.
Seeking ways
to pass the time.

I see no past,
no future.
And thus nothing changes;
I am still sitting here,
In this void of mine.

Stuck in a maze of ink,
the letters
coming together as words
to form prison sentences.

Sleep is distant.

Sanity is a mirage.

And there are no faces here.
Only unending, ever winding
Phrases that lead back to
Themselves.

In a solipsistic haze
I phase in and out
Of knowing.
Or believing in
The existence of
anything
Beyond my words.

When thoughts themselves
May even be false,
Who is to say
We are not our minds?
For if we are not-
What then?

If I do not exist
Can my imprints
Mean anything?
Or are you just reading
From the delusion
of your own mind?

Patricia Drake Jun 2013

Solipsis

I see it
the body inside sound
And images
marks
Upon my skin
I see shadows
like masks inside light
I sense
I sense a presence
Circling my planes
Perverting perception
I see us
Our minds like bodies liberated
Reaching, splitting
Creating
Truth
In *******
For a moment

Johann Botha Aug 2014

solipsis (collaboration with Brittany Ortega)

as if pebbles underfoot
the sky sings a coarse lullaby

we sit
stubborn and thick
in the clenched pipe of time
unable to pass us

it seems strange, now,
thorns have cleared a path for us;
clouds bulge
in dark promise

oh, the envious hymnal breeze!
how it wrings its wrists
in heavy handed disbelief

a cathedral of trees
holds you and me between earth
and spangled evening

our geometries slowly converge

the unknown looks away in fear
as the pulp of our understanding
sweetens the ink of our verse
intertwined

from broken shells the bird steps
from her beak night screams
missiles of ancient light

weave the moon

#poetry

Atalanta Undigested Apr 2013

Alas

A knave to hold a soft core;
Schist, basalt, limestone!
A cross, kaleidescoping until it's square then into a passkey.

Solids, Solipsis, a patterned plane was your gift, almost as cruel as mine.
Given me, as due, for my recognition of your soul.
Your belief is a gaes, almost as burdensome as your mistrust.

A blindside for a blindside.

Franswa Hackett Sep 2010

The Summit

Long ago I dreamt of mountains,
I dreamt of finding bliss,
I lay alone now, unfulfilled
I sleep in slime and ****.

I travelled far, and left my home
In search of light and revelation,
But neither the road, nor the sky
Could sanctify my demons.

I sought to pray atop the spire
Where the clouds and mountains meet,
Though restoration of lost fire,
Is a mere idealistic dream.

I've had women, but never known love
For my impotency defines,
I bore not the mind nor matter
To obtain what could have been mine.

Bitterness, sweet bitterness
I make love to my cigarettes,
They keep me warm on coldest nights
When I am drowning in Solipsis.

In cinema, man is changed by journeys
But fictions are not always so,
For some wounds are beyond healing,
And I race now towards Thanatos.

JDK Jul 2013

Unbelievable

Keep your distance while I deny existence
And fall inward on myself and my own solipsis
Stand back while I split up and crack
And crumble to the ground as a broken David

Do not follow me as I delve into my dreams
To scratch the fabric of my essence as it splits at the seams
Stay away from the black at the back of my mind
And my lack of desire for the passage of time

I hear a heart suddenly stop beating and I wonder if it's mine

Close the distance while I define existence
And expand upon the meanings in an existential breeding
Feeding off the exhales of the universe's breathing
Teeming with a life of which is far beyond believing

Bard Jul 2023

Living

Once so loud gone quiet, read our lives plot synopsis
Where is pride when you live in edges of solipsis
In a stones shade I am alive treading after sisyphus

Third Eye Candy Nov 2018

LIMESTONE PLUMAGE

woven into every step i take is another one… snagged on a pause.
but i egress… regardless. so stubborn with my solipsis
i gain an inch for every mile i disbelieve in.
and my limestone plumage softens the sky
of a hard god.

Bard Sep 2021

Wander Within While We Wither

When?

Tick tock another second gained your life arranged
Clocks abound framed and bound forward marched
Now tense is present where sensation moans
Passion over sense actions set into stone
How many will reach us when thrown
And reach the seed that will be grown

Where.

Once so loud gone quiet, read our lives plot synopsis
Where is pride when you live in edges of solipsis
In a stones shade I am alive treading after sisyphus

Who?

A man or a child
Blessed or left for dead
Am I the words said
Or sins committed
The name cherished
But feels so ashamed

What.

A hypocrite to the bone
Trite words said to no one
A life spent all alone

Why

Third Eye Candy Oct 2020

The Parallax Of My Forbidden

I saw the song on the floor. then ate my toast-
with the kind of eyes that penetrate
diamond asphalt.
i plunged into the floorboards
of a wide microcosm
made of shudder-lint
and tinsel.

tweaking the
parallax
of my forbidden
I
.

So the worlds that came with no maps
like butterflies adjoined to a ring of Saturn
telling a joke about a ring
in a tub of jokes.

must be Real.

And I have the following problems
that are following dreams
about having problems
with less problems.

But Life’s never kidding.

just kicking.

[ HOW WHY? IS THE WRONG QUESTION AT THE RIGHT TIME ]

Judith is a spool of cool waters on misadventures with Mrs. Solipsis.
she’s in this precious palaver, palming fruit from an unknown garden
at a full stammer. Judith looms in the London with a toothless fog
so she brought a dagger to her eye, to split the difference engine
of her Insight…

Judith is a pool of constant habitation.
exactly her place to be-
when a waste of Time
is arabesque
with all the hallmarks
of a profound
unhinging
from
a stalwart
Gone.

how does she Know where the Sea
has buried her Unborn
Questions?

How Does She
Judith?

Anon.

— The End —