Do not do things.
They will be done by themselves.
And even if they don’t.
You will do something else.
At the end, the world will find a way.
To ignore you.
To laugh at your plans.
To forget you…
The question is…
Are you bold enough to stand still?
And let the world pass by.
Only then will the world stop.
Puzzled by the silence.
And will look back.
To what it missed…
This poetry collection holds the poems submitted for the 6th Poetic Philosophy Gathering.
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2026 6th POETIC PHILOSOPHY GATHERING
Date: Saturday, 29 August· 6:00 – 7:00 pm
Time Zone: Europe/Athens
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In a cosmos full of everything how can change be?
In a cosmos full of nothing, how can we exist?
What other proof do you need?
A cosmos full of nothingness.
Full of you and me.
An ever changing cosmos.
Why do we seek stability in such a world?
Ask the simple questions…
And the cosmos will disappear…
In a world of possibilities, there is nothing that cannot exist.
In a World full of nothing, there is nothing that can Be.
Except the simplest things that we still seek.
Me. You. He. She.
In a world full of everything I still cannot know how I came to be.
And I still seek for answers.
Refusing to accept what the universe whispers to me.
(What can die, could never live…)
~ Spyridon Kakos
I can see you
flower in the field,
again.
I have come here
to name you again.
Your heart and your hope,
your feet,
and your toes,
your rain and your roots.
We chose
to make a time,
a place,
to put this flicker and fluctuation,
into body and clothes,
stems and petals,
Again,
Again.
There is always nothing.
There is only everything,
waiting to be played.
A silent song,
waiting for a call,
to be heard
again.
And you will
always be.
And in the blossom
of your birth,
the spiral arms will
encompass me.
And in the
forgiveness of your
decay,
You will let me
always be
free.
Again.
I came
fragile and futile,
to ask you to
rake this dance,
to spin our
failing bodies.
To sing
into the void
again.
I came
to breath time
with you,
to kiss light
from the shadow,
to Lift our memories
in leaf fall
again.
I came
to watch you leave
droplets never falling,
an echo always calling,
a flower
In the field,
again.
~ Daniel Plackett
I’m on
the top deck
of a double-decker
bus
Sitting
front right
pretending
to drive
Cyclists look
vulnerable
from up here
I’m never cycling
again
Car drivers
sticking the noses
of their cars
out of crossroads
The gentleman
beside me
is going to a
bereavement meeting
He misses his wife
every day
How long have you
been going?
I ask
‘Two years,’
he replies
Silence
between us
I’ve read up
about it
Any conclusions?
‘Well,’ he says,
‘Page one hundred
could just say
‘Life is too short.’
We laugh
and silently cry
Have you noticed
the shape of trees
on bus routes?
I used to think
that’s how they grew
But as the top deck
hits a branch
I realise not
~ Tim Boardman
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