“Falling leaves”
This is the March 2026 community poem collection.
Submissions are accepted until March 25, 2026 from the Submit your poem page or via the harmonia-philosophica@hotmail.com email.
Anyone who wants to also recite their poems to the community, can do so by participating for free in the 2026 2nd POETIC PHILOSOPHY GATHERING, the details of which are shown below.
Event Details
2026 2nd POETIC PHILOSOPHY GATHERING
Date: Saturday, March 28, 2026
Time: 18:00–19:00 Greece time
Location: Online (Google Meet)
Link: https://meet.google.com/syb-orey-dua
Following the wonderful energy and deep connections made during our first gathering in January, I am delighted to invite you to our second meeting. As the season shifts, we return to this intimate space dedicated purely to the power of your own words and the recitation of original poetry. No lessons. No critiques. Just original voices.
Whether you are a seasoned writer or have just captured your first philosophical thought in verse, we invite you to share your work in a supportive, reflective environment. As always, if you aren’t ready to read, you are more than welcome to join us simply to listen and experience the “symposium.”
How to Participate:
To Recite: To help us organize the flow of the evening, we ask that those wishing to read submit their poems beforehand. Please send your poem(s) via DM or via https://poeticphilosophy.com/submit-your-poem/ by March 25th. Please state that the submission is for the 2nd Gathering.
To Listen: No submission required—simply join us at the link above!
REGISTER your participation in the relative Facebook Event at https://fb.me/e/dcsUtPaPl ! Feel free to share with your friends as well.
Let’s welcome the arrival of Spring by once again bringing the philosophy of the heart into the harmony of the spoken word.
Submitted poems
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Have you noticed that everyone goes for an anestethic to get through this thing called “Life”…
Some… Some get coffee,
Some… Some get tea.
Some smoke, some vape…
some others drink- it gets them “free”…
Some go on a diet, some go off a diet,
some others- go to the gym …
Some others dive in AI Some others just get high…
Some others get crystals,
Some others get pistols,…
Some others get tarot or yoga, or sleep…
Some others get a “healing”,
Some others get a “hearing”,
Some others just get to agree…
Some others get arty Some others sing and party…
Some others dare to disappear…
Some others hike the mountains Some others call on the aliens Some others get tarot
Again or just get to dream…
Some others get religious
Some others get rebellious
Some others get books to read…
Some others… Some others… Some others….
Which anaesthetic do you actually See
Some others… Some others… Some others…
But almost never us ….
Do you agree?
~ A.A. Stob, Bulgaria
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Stone in a rule of triangle.
Through lines in points the hour arrives in a word.
A word that speaks to the subconscious.
Runs through thoughts and minds.
Memory stays steel: “A hundread kisses goodbye”.
The leaps got read and the word spoke the wanting.
Still the wishes are called.
The words are yearning.
The lines are healed.
~ Athiná Stulianí Michou
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There are some blessings too after my mother’s passing the gradual emptiness of space the lightening, though heavy spare belongings now do not impede or weigh my thoughts, but set free allowing now the cosmos to enter, or me to think and say without glaring television and only one meditative CD I look out as if anew, at last on the glowing horizon where I see her eyes too once laid on the resting beasts of wooded hills and cloud physiques and time is nearly still like the suburban stream’s imperceptible current ruffling the heart’s golden sands leaving me again, quiet among immortal beings.
In Memory of my Mother, Yoshino 2.2.2026
~ Russell Hiroshi Jokela
Patience…
A root Which grows too deep Between the stones,
This root…dies.
In another place, In another time,
A root is born That bypasses the stones.
Drops of water fall,
They hollow out the boulder,
So the saying goes…
Between my fingers,
I sift the sand.
So it’s true That it once had a different,
Because of its stony face?
In the rustle of the rain,
In the gusts of wind,
I listen for someone’s name…
I listen for my own name…
After all…I’ve been there before.
Someone called me.
The echo will return.
Patience…
~ Artur Urbański
Not-Ex-Nihilo
Dedicated to Thomas McEvilley, author of The Shape of Ancient Thought
Borders erected to count, to divide, draw a record, a census
Humanity has mixed up thought and calculation.
One is mine and one is yours and ‘I’ want both,
I am the control command, Internet-centric, geocentric, I am god,
I draw a line, a neat red line, a green line,
a line around ancient thought,
between the colors of the human mind.
The ancients had calculus and spirituality entangled
Hypatia used it to show heliocentrism.
The ultimate rupture, between calculus and spirit,
were the atomic bombs,
Hiroshima and Nagazaki,
the unfathomable number of dead
in three high-pitched minutes, a major capitalist profit.
Humanity was hypothesized with nuclear energy,
now we have reached annihilation capacity.
We have not come to ex-nihilo.
Now, I claim to regain my collective unconscious
I vow to resist,
in the quagmire of tech asphyxiation,
we will inherit the opulence of ancient thought.
~ Karine Leno Ancellin
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I give you warmth, I give you light
When darkness descends I take flight
For around the world I constantly shine
Bringing pleasure so divine
Nature thrives on my glow
As leaves and buds begin to show
Spring arrives, blossoms abound
Surrounded by flowers all over the ground
With my summer heat and lack of rain
Nature begins to feel the pain
Flowers wither as Autumn draws near
While falling leaves suddenly appear
Winter arrives, trees are bare
My glow has dimmed, I’ve little to share
But very soon we will be back to spring
To enjoy the warmth, the light and all that nature has to bring.
~ Richard Palmer
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