Tag: Poetry

• All that is needed…

  

  All that is needed is a clip and a photo to create a video.

  All that is needed for a book to be written is an idea.

  All that is needed for a person to be born is a small cell.

  All that is needed for the cosmos to unfold is void and the idea of energy being positive and negative as well.

  In a world of possibilities, there is nothing that cannot exist.

  Except the simplest things that we still seek.

  Me. You. He.

  In a world full of everything I still cannot know how I came to be.

  And I always seek that answer.

  Refusing to accept what the universe tries to say to me.

  (What can die, could never live…)

  April 7, 2026

  being, death, life, poem, Poetry

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• Cosmos full of words

  

  Humans. Born to communicate.

  From infancy to death. Being here to speak.

  But to whom?

  Who can listen to words coming from the mist of irrational deeds?

  We all speak. We all listen.

  And yet we keep on. Still trying to find out.

  In a cosmos born in silence, who is supposed to listen?

  In a cosmos full of words. Who is supposed to speak?

  April 5, 2026

  Cosmos, poem, Poetic Philosophy, Poetry, Silence, words

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• Sunny Shadows Poetry Collection [May 2026]

  

  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.

  March 31, 2026

  poems, Poetry, Submitted Poems

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