I gaze back into
The “I” of each past encounter
As they become me
Blast from the Past:
The past and present
In what will they ever end
When they become one?
12/04/25 A New Haiku for a New Day
Category: Poems about Philosophy
Poems about philosophy
03/10/25 A New Haiku for a New Day
I’m the void you shout
To, and all I do is dare
To ask questions back
Blast from the Past:
Dig even deeper
It continues to lie there
Even deeper still
11/06/25 A New Haiku for a New Day
How come humans can’t
Enjoy what we have without
Suffering for it
Blast from the Past:
Very few people
If they knew the harm they’d cause
Would still go do it
10/10/25 A New Haiku for a New Day
What are memories
But faint dreams that we rewrite
With each new visit
Blast from the Past:
Memories, like dreams,
Flee the mind, real then but absorbed
By our present life
10/01/25 A New Haiku for a New Day
How can you tell
Oh wave whether your ripple
Will make its mark against the shore
Blast from the Past:
Drop in a puddle,
A rush of waves advancing
Towards nothingness
09/18/25 A New Poem for a New Day
How many times have
I just stared transfixed into
Those spots on the wall,
As if this time, they would each
Converge to a single point?
Blast from the Past:
Two patterns collide
On the floor, breaking the world’s
Uniformity
09/04/25 A New Haiku for a New Day
To avoid thinking
To not reflect on one’s life
Go through the motions
Blast from the Past:
The questions of life:
No matter how fast you run,
They’re where you will be
09/01/25 A New Palindrome Poem for a New Day
Silent men
Make monsters
Scream
Monsters make
Men silent
This is my first go at a palindrome poem. The idea is that after a certain hinge word (in my case “scream”) the rest of the poem repeats the same words backwards.
Blast from the Past:
Must we feign surprise
When monsters return after
We bred them so long?
08/27/25 A New Haiku for a New Day
Unable to know
Which way is up or down. The
Horizon is gone.
Blast from the Past:
I’m at the end of
The road, nowhere else to turn
I sit down and wait
08/24/25 A New Pegunta for a New Day
Do our lives matter
If in time we will soon be
Fully forgotten?Lacking legacy,
We’re now free to forge our own
Meaning for our moment
This poem is a pegunta. The idea is to have the first stanza raise a question that the second stanza answers.
Blast from the Past:
Stop looking for a
Meaning; you are the meaning
Start being yourself.
(I lost internet for a few days, so I was not able to post the poem I wrote that day until several days later.)