
This poetry collection holds the poems submitted for the 3rd Poetic Philosophy Gathering.
Event Details
2026 3rd POETIC PHILOSOPHY GATHERING
Date: Saturday, May 2, 2026
Time: 18:00–19:00 Greece time
Location: Online (Google Meet)
Link: Google Meet https://meet.google.com/vhp-ccub-gqy
Facebook link: https://fb.me/e/d04zM9U6J
Submission methods
Submit your poems with comment here, or via the Poetic Philosophy Contact Us page! You can also send an email to harmonia-philosophica@hotmail.com.
Submissions
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Branches shift the night.
A hug of leaves seas the day.
Someone, alone, between doors
opens the time.
His time clocks between
his footsteps. Steps
in the space between. Along he walks.
Between earths he rides.
Arisen are the arrows.
Death upon the sorrow.
Death upon the cry. What is it left?
Time in one only point.
~ Athina Styliani Michou
Midway
The object
on the stairs
had been there forever
no one moved it
it had become
part of the
furniture
part of the stairs
I picked it up
a dust ring
had gathered around
where it sat
and the carpeted stairs
looked lighter
where the object
had been
it was warm
from sunlight
holding onto heat
like old things do
silent and steady
as we walked by
we never spoke of it
this object
though we stepped past it
daily
it had presence
an invisible presence
midway on the stairs
I turned it
in my hand
something once useful
now orphaned
by context
and yet still
claiming space
it smelled faintly
of time
and old conversations
I didn’t know
what to do
now that it was gone
from its spot
I held its weight
and for a moment
the stairs felt
too open
too empty
too bare
I placed it back
exactly
where it had been
let the dust ring
resume
like nothing had changed
~ Tim Boardman
Cento For Coming Before Me
My name is Nobody.
I am indebted to my father for living, but—
I can’t imagine my heart breathing in light without you,
Mosella.
God has no religion,
A world of dew, but even so
Our life is what our thoughts make it.
In Luke 23:28, Jesus says “Do not weep for me.”
Lovers don’t finally meet somewhere,
Fortune favors the bold.
If
Dreams,
In and out of one another streets of life,
Howl
On this land
My last goodbye,
Do not stand at my grave and weep
The chaos.
When we two parted
Arms, and the man I sing, who, forc’d by fate
To be in love,
Because I could not stop for death.
Still I rise,
Too aware of the lives that make me whole—my inner world,
I carry your heart with me:
Unending love,
Song of myself,
The more loving one.
At the rainbow’s end even the caterpillar gets its wings
When in disgrace with fortune and men’s eyes!
~ Ernesto P. Santiago
Note: The poem credits: 1. Odysseus in Homer’s epic poem, The Odyssey. 2. Alexander the Great. 3. Ernesto P. Santiago. 4. Decimus Magnus Ausonius. 5. Mahatma Gandhi. 6. Kobayashi Issa. 7. Marcus Aurelius Antoninus. 8. Jesus Christ 9. Mawlana Jalal-al-Din Rumi. 10. Publius Vergilius Maro. 11. Rudyard Kipling. 12. Langston Hughes. 13. Ernesto P. Santiago. 14. Allen Ginsberg. 15. Mahmoud Darwish. 16. Gat Jose P. Rizal. 17. Mary Elizabeth Frye. 18. Gerard Nolst Trenité.19. Lord Byron. 20. Virgil’s Aeneid. 21. Gwendolyn Brooks. 22. Emily Dickinson. 23. Maya Angelou. 24. Ernesto P. Santiago. 25. E.E. Cummings. 26. Rabindranath Tagore. 27. Walt Whitman. 28. W.H. Auden. 29. Ernesto P. Santiago. 30. William Shakespeare.

