#PhilosophicalPoetry

[astramari1212]

In the Ashes of Words

[arscaelestis]

Dystopian Moon: Revelation of a Dream

Upon the farmhouse stoop we stood, beneath the azure gaze, Where Luna's sphere in daylight hung, a celestial maze. With continents and briny deeps, so stark against the blue, A sphere estranged from astral norms, presented in false hue.

"They've aestheticized the moon," he spoke, a statement darkly cast, A tapestry of power's weave, dystopian and vast. A projection in the heavens, where truth once freely roamed, Now an orb of grand deception, in silent sky it domed.

I turned away, a heart awash with anxious, pounding tides, Into the shelter of my abode, where uncertainty abides. "Why dost thou flee?" the shadow asked, a specter in my wake, Yet no solace found in walls that breathe, no refuge there to take.

The world outside, a stage of veils, where puppeteers convene, To drape the stars and script the clouds, to mask what must be seen. And we, but actors in the ruse, with sightless eyes we dance, To tunes composed by hidden hands, in ignorance's trance.

What doctrines sown among the rows of intellect's vast field, Are but the chaff of phantom minds, in gilded falsehoods sealed. The ruling kin, with threads of myth, weave cloaks of night so sheer, To swaddle firm the minds of men, in cradles wrought of fear.

And so we question bedrock truths, foundations turn to mist, As phantoms rule the firmament, by alchemists' own twist. Reality, a whispered dream, that slips through grasping thoughts, While overlords in silence scheme, in cryptic shadows wrought.

The moon, a sentinel of night, now cast in doubting role, Reflects the turmoil of our souls, the chaos of our whole. For what are we, if not but pawns in grand celestial play, Where truth is pawned for pageantry, and night consumes the day?

Our spirits, restless, seek the dawn, where certainty might dwell, Yet find ourselves on checkered grounds, betwixt our heaven and hell. The wool, so thick upon our eyes, obscures the paths we tread, With every step, the ground gives way to more doubt's web instead.

So in the dream, the moon revolved, a symbol of our plight, A globe of artifice so vast, it shunned the natural light. Yet in its counterfeit rotation, a truth begins to cleave, That even in constructed lies, the heart will still believe.

Arouse, arise, O slumbering minds, and cast the veils aside, For in the light of piercing day, no shadows can abide. The dream, though heart to heart may race, a truth within it vies, To question all, to seek, unveil, the truth behind the lies.

---------- Backstory:

I had a dream last night, wherein I found myself on the porch of a quaint house nestled in the heart of the countryside, with verdant fields stretching into the horizon. Beside me stood a figure whose identity remained shrouded in mystery. Together, we gazed upwards, our eyes drawn to the moon that hung in the broad daylight sky. This was no ordinary moon though, it boasted distinct continents and vast oceans, mimicking the Earth's surface, complete with delineated national borders akin to those on a terrestrial globe. Unnaturally, it rotated, offering a panoramic view of its transformed facade.

I remarked to my companion, perplexed, "That's impossible. We only ever see the same side of the moon." His reply was cryptic yet revealing, "They've aestheticized the moon." The implication was clear, what we beheld was nothing more than an elaborate facade, a mere projection in the celestial dome.

A wave of unease washed over me, compelling me to retreat into the sanctuary of my home. The man inquired about my sudden disquiet, but before I could respond, the dream dissolved, and I awoke. My heart raced, the anxiety from the dream lingering like a shadow, refusing to depart even as I returned to the waking world.

[safeerray]

ग़ज़ल और नज़्म क्या हैं? उर्दू कविता की आत्मा का परिचय

ग़ज़ल क्या है?

ग़ज़ल एक काव्य रूप है, जिसे उसकी रोमांटिक और रहस्यमयी गहराई के लिए सराहा जाता है। इसमें तुकांत मक्तियाँ और दोहराई जाने वाली पंक्तियाँ होती हैं, जो भावनात्मक रूप से जटिल विषय��ं को पेश करती हैं। ग़ज़ल की उत्पत्ति फारसी और अरबी साहित्य में हुई, और यह उर्दू साहित्य का अहम हिस्सा बन गई, जिसे भारत और पाकिस्तान में बेहद पसंद किया जाता है। प्रेम और विरह की मार्मिक अभिव्यक्ति के लिए जानी जाने वाली ग़ज़ल, रूपक भाषा और प्रतीकात्मक छवियों का उपयोग करने का अनोखा ढंग रखती है। नज़्म क्या है?

ग़ज़ल से अलग, नज़्म किसी विशेष थीम या कहानी पर आधारित होती है। इसकी जड़ें फारसी में हैं, लेकिन यह उर्दू कविता में अपनी अलग पहचान बनाने में सफल रही। नज़्म के माध्यम से कवि सामाजिक, दार्शनिक और भावनात्मक मुद्दों पर अभिव्यक्ति देते हैं। नज़्म का लचीला ढांचा इसे रोमांटिक विचारों, राजनीतिक कथाओं और दार्शनिक चिंतन के लिए एक आदर्श माध्यम बनाता है। मुक्त छंद की शैली में नज़्म आधुनिक अभिव्यक्ति और सामाजिक आलोचना का एक महत्वपूर्ण साधन बन चुकी है। ग़ज़ल और नज़्म के प्रमुख अंतर संरचना: ग़ज़ल स्वतंत्र मक्तियों से बनी होती है, जिनमें हर एक अलग भावनात्मक परत को उजागर करती है, जबकि नज़्म एक सुसंगत कथा के माध्यम से बहती है।

विषय और भावनाएँ: ग़ज़ल में अक्सर अनंत भावनाएँ जैसे प्रेम, सुंदरता, और रहस्यवाद होते हैं, जबकि नज़्म आध्यात्मिकता से लेकर राजनीति तक के विषयों को पेश करती है।

तुकांत और लय: ग़ज़ल में एक सख्त तुकांत योजना और रदीफ़ होती है, जबकि नज़्म अधिक लचीली संरचना का पालन करती है, अक्सर मुक्त छंद में होती है।

उत्पत्ति और सांस्कृतिक महत्त्व ग़ज़ल की शुरुआत 7वीं शताब्दी के अरब से हुई, जो फ़ारसी साहित्य के माध्यम से उर्दू में पहुँची, जहाँ यह एक सांस्कृतिक धरोहर बन गई। इसके विपरीत, नज़्म का विकास उर्दू में हुआ और यह दक्षिण एशियाई विरासत को दर्शाती है, जिसमें व्यक्तिगत से लेकर दार्शनिक विषयों का समावेश होता है। आज भी, ग़ज़ल और नज़्म उर्दू-भा��ी क्षेत्रों की कलात्मक प��चान का एक महत्वपूर्ण हिस्सा बने हुए हैं, जो दक्षिण एशियाई संस्कृति की भावनात्मक और बौद्धिक गहराई का प्रतीक हैं।

[wendel-luxes-worldly-wondering]

Days - A Poem on Life

Stories told, Lives on hold,  Destinies constantly changing.

Clock bells toll, Death marches roll, But we still stand waiting.

Furious people, Like ravaging animals, That are constantly searching,

Once they find, Nothing left behind, They leave, still not knowing.

Standing again, Clocks will bend, And people still are waiting.

And the things they find, Will leave behind, A path of what they're still searching.

[scotthastiepoet]

‘Springtime’ - http://www.scotthastie.com/?p=5863

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[divyashana]

"Whispers Between Petals and Wings!"

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One day, the flower asked the bee,"What does nectar taste like to thee?"Her petals danced in morning light,A shimmer soft, a question bright.The bee, with wings that hummed the air,Paused to reflect, a thoughtful stare."I do not taste like humans do,But I feel its pull, a force that's true.""For in its golden, glowing stream,Lies something more than just a dream.It’s not for pleasure, but for…

[hufflepuff-havoc]

Hey peeps! This is my first book on Amazon and I’d love for people to give it a read! A collection of poetry reflecting on my first semester in college. Happy reading!

[insightinspiringreflection-blog]

Our focus is the ultimate power, in eyes still. There are many things out of our control but what is, our focus. Things may sway us to one way or the next, but focus is ever present. There is serenity in the flow of focus, a fire that rages in beauty. It ignites our purpose in life and tells us what to look for in existence and what to look for in our self. . . . . . ‪#INsight #inspiringINsight # #natureandpoetry #poetry #wordsofwonder #thoughtstoponder #quotestoliveby #philosophicalpoetry #thinkfree #reflection #meditations #spilledwords #spilledthoughts #nature #naturephotography #writing ‬ https://www.instagram.com/p/B4p4iWkAsMh/?igshid=j595b2dsl3zz

[lovatopoetry]

[purplesky777-blog]

Free will

Mirror mirror on the wall

Am i the one to cease the war

Am i the one to save them all

To redeem the pain

To cast the blame

Whatever can i say

This system needs to be slain

But This system needs to be

Cause otherwise

How could it be?

Cain told one once upon a time

That one and one is eleven, skipping the nine

This was predicted since ancient times

The plan thats planned

A race from a different land

Conquered all

The light of the star

Lucifer refused to bow

We did not want to see what is showed

This was all foretold

But humanity ignored

The evil was bestowed

Upon this land of ours

Since the moment that Eve could not resist the power

The power of creation

Is either the fall of the nation

Or a instrument so gracious

What can be said

Free will is certainly our own damnation

[hallofsidney]

This past week has made me dizzy and restless, quickly swinging from one direction to another — a good reminder that life changes all the time, and we are just along for the ride. I hope you are all staying healthy and safe, and I wish each and every one of you a restful weekend ahead. ❤️ - - - - - #hallofsidney #sidneyhallpoetry #sidneyhall #rechargeyoursoul #reviveyourheart #focusonwhatmattersmost #selfcarepoetry #philosophyoflife #philosophicalpoetry #quietthemind #writetobreathe #writetoinspire #poetryinmotion #notebooktherapy #poetrytherapy #anxiousminds #iwrotethisforyou #tiredsoul #tiredmind #poetryforlife #poetryfortheheart #poetryforthemind #poetryforthemoment #spilledwordsofmine #spilledthoughts #poeticramblings https://www.instagram.com/p/CPJZR0OlS1e/?utm_medium=tumblr

[astramari1212]

A Step Away

[safeerray]

Introduction to Ghazal and Nazm

What is Ghazal? A Ghazal is a poetic form celebrated for its romantic and mystical depth, using rhyming couplets and repeated refrains to weave complex emotional themes. Rooted in Persian and Arabic poetry, the Ghazal became an essential part of Urdu literature and is cherished across India and Pakistan. Known for its poignant expression of love and heartbreak, the Ghazal has a unique structure that allows for metaphorical language and symbolic imagery. What is Nazm?

A Nazm is distinct from a Ghazal in that it doesn’t rely on couplets but follows a continuous theme or storyline. Originating from Persian roots, Nazm flourished in Urdu poetry, offering social, philosophical, and emotional commentary. With its flexible format, a Nazm can address romantic ideals, political narratives, or philosophical reflections. The free verse style of Nazm has made it a popular medium for modern expression and social critique.

Key Differences between Ghazal and Nazm

Structure: A Ghazal consists of couplets that can stand alone, each one exploring a different emotional layer, while a Nazm flows through a continuous narrative.

Themes and Emotions: Ghazals frequently explore timeless emotions like love, beauty, and mysticism, while Nazms address more focused themes, from the spiritual to the political.

Rhyme and Rhythm: A Ghazal has a strict rhyme scheme with a refrain (radeef) and meter, whereas a Nazm is more flexible in form, often adopting free verse. Origins and Cultural Significance The Ghazal traces its beginnings to 7th-century Arabia, journeying through Persian literature before settling in Urdu, where it transformed into a cultural treasure. In contrast, the Nazm developed in Urdu, reflecting South Asian heritage with themes that range from the personal to the philosophical. Today, both Ghazal and Nazm remain integral to the artistic identity of Urdu-speaking regions, representing the emotional and intellectual depths of South Asian culture.

[athakur09]

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[scotthastiepoet]

NEW POEM  

With all that has been going on in my life, these past few months, since my move to the coast, it’s been a while since I published anything new, so here’s a new poem ‘In between’ that has just been published on the website. See: http://www.scotthastie.com/?p=5856As ever, comments and/or personal responses always very welcome…

In between

The doors

To the known

And the unknown,

This where we can

Get lost altogether,

If we don’t take care.

Our spirit

Destined to wither,

If we hesitate

And let this miasma be.

See how

So many planets  

Timelessly

Circle their sun,

Such ardent yearning

For fertile valleys

Never once fulfilled!

Truly, in the shadow

Of such doleful majesty,

We are forever young!

And for that blessing

Alone,

We must always  

Be looking to take

The unique

And fabulous chances

We’ve been given

Whilst we still can.

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[oreime]

Is it victory after all? The many battles we are dragged to, when all our hearts wanted was a gemstone close to it... now we are lost at sea, negotiating wars for peace, trading youth for shells, losing all to win something... is it victory after all? #poetry #poems #poemsfromafrica #africanpoet #africanwriter #africanliterature #blackwriter #blackpoets #blackgirl #girlatthebeach #beach #philosophy #philosophicalpoetry #victory #peaceofmind #peace #battle #love #feminist #feminism #womensupportingwomen #womenempowerment #africanart https://www.instagram.com/p/CEAG2QtJGYq/?igshid=fz0qziwg5ax3