Philo Poesie

Philo Poesie Poems

We still wanted to

pick wild berries in the forest
...

When the cold north wind blew
I still gave you hope
soon we will
walk in the cherry blossom grove
...

Beloved stars
my beacon
on the shores of eternity
you glitter and sparkle
...

When you

stop marveling
...

A breath of wind

blowed across my cheek
...

She smiled

and what she said
...

When

every secret
...

We know little of wisdom
and those who could speak of it
are wise enough to remain silent
...

Go ahead

keep up the frenzy
...

So hurry, Selene

the sun has already risen
...

Control your anger

with your thoughts
...

Do you still hear

in the fast pulse of everyday life
...

What's the point
of always trying
to please everyone else
but not yourself?
...

Don't feel inadequate
just because you don't measure up
to those who are never satisfied
...

In the Forest of Darkness

I could not see them
...

Seen from a distance

the big elephant
...

.
Where once
mighty city walls stood
today the wind blows lonely
...

.
If your garden
longed for
a blooming rose in winter,
...

Love is not
merely loving the feelings of love,
but also loving one's love
...

Philo Poesie Biography

Im working on a collection of poems here; Im trying to use poetry to better understand and bring to life ancient practical philosophy.)

The Best Poem Of Philo Poesie

Wild Berries

We still wanted to

pick wild berries in the forest

but summer was slipping away from us

while we thought

we had forever
.

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Philo Poesie Quotes

The higher the expectations, the higher the hurdles, over which happiness must jump.

When you stop marveling, the stars stop twinkling

It's pointless to be constantly worried just because you want to live a worry-free life someday

An annoyance is an opportunity to practice serenity

First you push yourself to succeed and then success pushes you to stay successful

Even bad days leave room for interpretation

If everything is important to you, then nothing is important

We know little of wisdom, and those who could speak of it, are wise enough to remain silent

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