Ambivalent Poems - Poems about Ambivalent

It's been a long time Not going up and down the mountain I love the exercise of walking I miss the view of the mountain Everything is starting to turn green Grass and trees, roadside flowers blooming The rice plants are turning gold A month or so ready for a harvest I want to walk beside the shallow river And feel the coarse sand...

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In my lonely times, I feel crowded the most. In my sad times, I feel happiest the most. In my crying times, I feel playful the most. In my hurting times, I feel healed the most. In my stormy times, I feel calm the most. In my chaotic times, I feel peaceful the most. In my happy times, I feel troubled the most. In my hyperactive times, I feel less...

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much of what's behind lies buried within the mind revised or maligned boiling down this life using memory as knife won't halt inner strife trying to avoid staring straight into the void ego was destroyed filling empty lines outside truth's murky confines too soon undermines join the collective following each directive brought lost perspective nature will arrange the many phases of change subtle, stark or strange from one all did come light, motion and...

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Me, half-dead inside Dig up into your surface Heart cry out confide....

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~ oh, my state of mind; between ennui and joy, it tilts to the latter ~ ...

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' Hesitant Heart to wobble despite of desirous soulmate to welcome.' _ Poet Tale of An Ambivalent Guise ...

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AMBIVALENT The swallowing of a morsel can't be justified If the stomach still hurts. Scorpion– the shining demon, who doesn't stop until it’s quashed applauds as it was filled with goosebumps. A dog with two tails–yet barks, and they say the future of the unknown Is seen by Accompaniment of tears with personal growth. Yet– the flame went down through us. Come rain or...

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Butterfly feelings gently loosened Floating amongst easy thoughts Coaxing ambivalent dreams A joyously relaxing nap Following too much pumpkin pie...

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I’m both painfully shy, and brazenly bold. The push & pull of opposing natures that form my existence. Living my life between the lines Cold and factual yet scattered and emotion charged, Faltering, yet ever steady; loyal even when in full run. Shuttering with precision, accurately ambiguous, softly roaring. A cynical romantic, a speechless poet, practicing an artless art. Inside and outside I quiver in an instant....

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Available options stand the bile as they make the will bent Massachusetts may be best for the holiday to be spent But the rod of its weather may hit the comfort of its rent Indecision, glorified from knowledge’s available dent Vague is their understanding to a result from what they meant Abstract control and power, making the priest eat meat...

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I have abandoned all my ships, Just because I see stars. That is when you caught my glimpse. But I should recall That since everything eventually dies, Now, you are just a supernova's ashes. (The strained stars Are through the pain lane; Slain in vain with seraphic darkness and darkened brightness...) So, bring me the horizon, Because I need new stardust To soothe my astral scars Of...

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Audacious Autumn rushes in, Making her way on Summer's heels. Bringing along big pots of paints, Instantly Summer's thunder steals. Vivid hues and ripening fruits, Are some of the gifts she brings to all. Lavishly bestowing them on Each of us as we worship Fall. Nodding with glee, she mixes blends, Turning the greens to shades of brown. As summer fades we wave goodbye Utterly...

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I’m ambivalent uncertain or unable that sums it all up...

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I have lived as a shadow; Destined for political battle. I have lived as a shadow; Searching unto death for identity. I have lived in a cave. I am more than an ex-slave. I am spirit; I am a divine entity. I have lived as a shadow: Battered, bruised and addled. I have lived as a shadow. I am invisible ability. I...

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Funny how a fickle heart works: always pining for what was then and loving to hate this moment, oft returning to way back when. Regretful of all that are gone, dismissive of the present day, it cannot wait to get past now rushing forward to get away. But wait until...

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