Poetic Philosophy

This poetry collection holds the poems submitted for the 8th Poetic Philosophy Gathering.

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Event details

Event Details

2026 8th POETIC PHILOSOPHY GATHERING

Date: Saturday, 31 October· 6:00 – 7:00 pm
Time Zone: Europe/Athens
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Submitted Poems

This too

Bliss, love, happiness

Wrath, greed, grief, want, loss, gain

All these too shall pass

~ Vasiliki Papadopoulou

Sometimes…

Sometimes I sit alone

Listening to the world

But I hear nothing

Except of the things I am told

Only when I start speaking

Can I sense the silence of the words…

~ Spiros Kakos

the gravefitsmy bodywell.

it’s slightlyconcavedue to the coffinrotting down.

there’s an indentout of the wind,and by 10 amthe sun is overthe estate agents’building,warming my spotfor sleep.

later in the day,breakfastwas a can of lager,and last nighta litre of vodka.

i’m lost.

It’s a Sunday,andi’m close to you,and my spittleis in yourface.

It’s October.

the air is clearcold and freshthe sky a pastel bluefading at the edges

the shadows ofpassing peoplelong and strong

street signs stretchtheir shadowsacross the roadlosing their shape

i stop at the Buttercross.

And Smack head Samis sat.

‘It comes to find you,’he says.

~ psychic945247cf2b

A flow, a river

Temporal existence sweeps us along
Time flows, pushing downstream
One gets thrown about. We have problems
is what I’m saying

Occasionally a place of calm
where there is no flow
where there’s stillness instead

The need to act stops
so too doing this or that
being this, that

There’s calm and stillness
there’s you
No current pushing you

Who do you want to be?
Is it the you of dreams?

The authentic you
The timeless you

Just let it be
Just let it be

Just

~ Harry Liantziris

Pilgrimage

A touch of mysticism surrounding the candle stand tonight!
So many souls floodlit in front of my eyes,
a tender mortal breeze enveloping vulnerable yet immortal echoes, whispering at this glorious promontory of hope, of union.

Intangible yet viscerally felt is the voice of prayer this humid autumn moment of serenity.
Genuine, all encompassing, superior.
A velvety sight debunking every hue of pain dares to disperse flames of certainty around.
He IS always with us all.

Outside this hospitable chapel the melting candle wax transforms festively every thought into power, every absence into presence, every chaos into unity with the divine .
Inexplicable yet more than gut feeling that this the domain where light equals life .

~ Maria Michael

Climate

Radio research,
Sibilants express,
Catastrophic climate.

Barometric depressions,
Mercurial storms,
Unsustainable pressures.

Present continuous,
Imperative conditionals.
Futures tense.

~ Fergal Canton

The Firefly’s Prelude

On my way home from work,
I came to the dark plain of my senses,
swollen with emotions.
A firefly was always there,
guiding travelers.

The firefly led me across first.
A little bit off the beaten path, we stopped.

The stars heard our silence
and blinked through my heart
with a wish I had desired years earlier—
now dipped in the blood of the night,
piercing the pitch.

While the firefly still whispered,
my instinct spoke to the sky.
The heavens urged me to collect the remains
of the light and bind them to my heart.
If I ever feared losing myself,
this glow would win me back.
I believed, and hid it away.

Years passed.
My mind taunted my skin,
waking a quiet lust
that held my flesh captive.

When my eyes sank into
an endless doldrum, I learned
that false hope had destroyed my intent—
because I wanted only life for myself.

I was on the edge of nothingness,
preparing a prayer to God,
and I sent my spirit wild
to search for a fine word for the prelude.
Then, I remembered the firefly’s whisper.
I spread the light across my thoughts,
and it gave me sanity, yellow as lemon.

~ Ernesto P. Santiago

no warning on my Departures

Ι am speaking through
the teeth of a stranger
matter, no matter
a stubborn rumor
we insisted on the
boundary of the skin
but the skin is a sieve
they passed through it
with a click

  stay still

i do no move you with
my appearance
whoever stands here is
merely a pronoun
borrowing a throat

misidentified
at the border of the page
was that you or the wind

the us among others
no longer has a meaning

a generous subtraction

here or where the chair
remembers the weight
watch the door
perhaps never arrived

no warning on my Departures

you are addressing
a shift in the temperature
from the silhouette
of a passerby
matter, no matter
a collective superstition
we demanded a hard
edge to the ribs
but the form is porous
she slid through the prefix
of her own name

   stay still

i do no move you with
my appearance
whoever populates the coat
is a temporary pronoun
borrowing a face

misidentified
was that my hand or
a shadow of a branch
the difference is a luxury

the us among others
no longer has a meaning

the ultimate charity
is an unannounced
Dissapearance

~ Adelina Burnescu

WHO IS TIME

Me, myself and I

– who is time,
Who is Time?

The one who myself calls I,
who is nothing more than Time,
is it also in time?
And if so, if it is the same as time,
than why it denies
this time as finite?

This one who denies
does he recognize
that time is always already his
and not its?

Is he ready to stand close-by
his only facticity of life
and ask how is this time
which makes me mine?

This one who tells me he is time,
the time same as mine, same as I,
who mirrors himself in the face of the Other,
is he ready to crucify his peace and admit
that this time
that we share,
as nothing shareable,
speaks of us
as – it is time.

And to question ourselves,
whoever we might be,
means no more than to make aware,
to awake, our -being here –
as nothing more, really nothing more
than this already given time
as Time to die.
Time to cry and to demystify
that we as time
await nothing more
than time itself to become
in the face of death
our innermost possibility.

~ Patrik Weiss

ON THE ORIGIN OF SUFFERING

being is a failure
in the eyes of labourer God
and there’s nothing we can hope for
beyond our hepelessness

~ Patrik Weiss

FROM COCAINE ADDICT WITH LOVE

wrongly understood
derogatory
you the one who is pure
is his finitude
forever
be gentle
you cunt
cunt you
with the big C
something that’s gonna be remembered
as a bullet of uterus
as an eater of placenta
as a filler of urn
glow
where snows fail to fall
suffer
with your frozen fingertips
touch your moist, blue lips
and let your only end
be your heaven
when time starts
to collapse

~ Patrik Weiss

Untitled

Two cubes intravenously
the usual dose of unconditional love
love me tenderly instantly
while my wounds are healing, while…

Love me honestly quietly
being away from envious eyes
while the blood runs over the veins
you and I are diving into orgasm

Two cubes intravenously
every morning of love on an empty stomach
love me tenderly instantly
love me like no one
has loved me before …

~ Bei Kateryna

Untitled

Life’s roller coaster ride doth rock an’ roll an’ stride,
In, with but a gasp, for air, grasped, sucked,
Drawn in,
Despite it being so thickly thin,
Expired, exhaled, sent forth
Sucked in again without remorse nor rage
Unthinkingly, ’til old age
Have one last breath
To life, a kiss of death!

~ Whizz Whizzo

Untitled

Carpe cogitationem and seize the time.
The thread weaves. A sparkle
of leaves in a piece of
whispers. Once upon a time… the time
here grows. Clocks the matter. A voice
walks. A moment clothes the steps.
A yearning
crosses the distance. A wind
kisses a hug.

~ Achina Styliani Michou

Lullaby

Go to sleep,
My beloved Good.
My dear Evil.
My cherished children.
Go to sleep, my little ones,
The moon is already shining in the sky.

You fight each other every day,
Longer than my memory can reach.
You delve so deeply into the world,
Searching for new allies…
You exist for the sake of fighting.
You must be exhausted.

My dear Evil,
What more can I possibly tell you?
You work yourself to the bone,
In a world where people keep repeating
That “evil never sleeps.”

You seek out every opportunity,
Whenever someone closes their eyes,
Or simply looks the other way.
And sometimes you don’t even wait,
Longing for a spectacle.

Sometimes you act for good reasons,
As though you envied Good,
And secretly wished to be just like it.

My poor Good…
It pains me greatly to see
The state you’re in.
In a world where evil never sleeps,
You remain eternally vigilant.
You never allow yourself to rest,
Knowing that somewhere, you are needed.

But even you can do too much.
You want so desperately to protect the world
That you see Evil where none exists.
Sometimes I think you know more about it,
Its inclinations and its ways of operating,
Than you know about your own needs and abilities.
Remember that you are not defined solely by
What your brother is not.

So go to sleep, my children,
At least for this one night.
Go to sleep,
Defying what people believe.

May you dream of
A pride of lions bringing down an antelope,
And the hyenas and vultures circling around them,
A fork-tailed drongo chick
Throwing its siblings out of the nest,
Kites setting fire to
The forests of Australia,
A great grey shrike — the avian Vlad the Impaler,
A female praying mantis
Decapitating her lover post coitum,
And other dreams of that kind.

Let Evil fall asleep,
So that Good, too, may sleep peacefully,
And so that amid all the judgements, projections, and divisions,
There might exist, if only for a moment,
An untainted
Raw
Existence.

~ Rúnmadr