Poems about Philosophy Archives - The Cracked Door

03/03/26 A New Haiku for a New Day

Sitting in the rain
Contemplating the meaning
Of nothing at all

Blast from the Past:

This world we have built
Here for ourselves is nothing
More than dust and yet…

Descartes’ quest to build
Truth from scratch falls back unto
Solipsistic sand.

Blast from the Past:

Socrates asks, “Who am I?”
Descartes asks, “Why am I?”
I ask, “What about we?”

We evolve based on
Our cycles, no sooner, no later
Than our own time

Blast from the Past:

Sometimes the things we
Need most are not the things we
Think we need at all…

What beauty is left
By the scorching sun
After the dew fades?

Blast from the Past:

The sea, singing the
Elegy of exodus,
Surrendered us up

Contours carve faces
Each wrinkle is a chapter
In my history

Blast from the Past:

Life promises the
Illusion of improvement
Until death renegs

Poetry is the
Window into
The impossible
Through the words of
The possible

Blast from the Past:

To learn what is possible,
You must cross into
The impossible.

What is life,
But our bliss on the brink
Of oblivion?

Blast from the Past:

Your life rippling forth
In the universe, returns
Back into nothing

To the man who pursues more—
Will tomorrow be worth your while?
Or just part of an endless pile?
Why should you go one more mile?

Blast from the Past:

I climb the mountain,
And now what?
There always seems to be
Another mountain to climb

Fame only postpones
How long it takes history
To forget you

Blast from the Past:

History always
Exists within the cosmos,
As just one small part

Arising from dust
We are a wild sunflower
Swaying in the breeze

Blast from the Past:

If I were a tree,
I would be curved and twisted
As I search for the sun
And my roots would cling dearly to the earth