Poems about Philosophy Archives - The Cracked Door

07/23/26 A New Haiku for a New Day

There is a longing
In every curve that aspires
To infinity

Blast from the past:

Distant galaxies
The bundles of countless stars
Is itself countless

Mercy is not the opposite of desire. It’s the form desire takes when you let it breathe.

Blast from the past:

I am neither the
First, nor am I even one
But one of many

At the sight of death,
What do we have left to love
But that we can fall

Blast from the past:

Life emerges from
Destruction. Exploding stars
Form a genesis.

If our world were flat,
Sorrow has a beginning
And must have an end.

If the world were round,
Our joy would keep circling,
Equally for all

(Today I am publishing two haikus.)

The biggest mistake
We can make is to assume
We don’t belong here.

Blast from the past:

Death displaces my
Essence and binds my life to
The beat of time. Why?

Death is just in how
Upon all it dispenses
The same injustice.

Blast from the past:

Stalking on its own terms,
Receding when you contend,
Death is a coward.

The abyss is real
But not for me. Though I like
Picnics on its cliff.

Blast from the past:

After this, my song
Will become another herald
To guide this blind world.

Staring, just staring
There’s nothing to look at but
I can’t look away

Blast from the past:

I’m a little head-
Scratching mess with a tinge of
Existential angst

Start with a premise
Reinforce expectations
Now a startling twist

Blast from the past:

Unity gives up
Itself to craft diversity
In the universe

What we do amounts
To so much yet so little
We’re free to have fun

Blast from the past:

Making moral rules
To impose on others shows
You’re morally dead.