Best Antonyms Poems
Mindful
Startled out of nonchalant light,
Wakefulness stands at attention
Ignited flame from the eternal candle,
Energized vigil of the watchman
At the soul’s dawning daybreak
Tingling in the presence
Of every dappled infinite breath.
Rotating eye of illumination
Watchful, like a lighthouse beacon hovering,
Charts rocks and shoals through clear oceans insight,
Every nerve exposed in circumspection
Sometimes cringing in wary expose
Often basking in the light touch of satisfaction
As niggling prophecy finds confirmation in revelation
Throwing off the blinded penury of antonyms,
Embracing flashing synonyms of wisdom,
Tears of the heedful heart touch drab puzzles poverty
To polish with refinement’s shine burnished enthusiasm
For the incandescent dancing mindful
Then banish chary strobes of destitute indifference
Reaching beyond self-centered parentheses.
A lantern of thoughtfulness in floodlights
Of full harvest shared – no scattered crumbs of bread
Baked to stone in scathing flashes of the false
Eloquent vigilant splendor - never morning extinguished –
Torch to awaken lambent radiance of clarity’s joy,
Identity of the pilgrim heart, ejects sightless shades
Mindfulness blends the conscious scattered fragments
For Mosaics in clear lit portraits of charity's open hands
Throwing off the numb stalker branded carelessness
Born of intentional ignorance
Seeker’s actuated incentive to the attentive –
To hear! To see! To feel! To move in birth!
Action invigorated by accentuated humility of grace.
Date Written 6-10-21
Best #1 Poem - September 2021
1st place Trophy Win Poetry Contest - Mindful
Included in Poetry Soup Anthology - It's Still Poetry
Help me smother this irritation ~ with lines and punctuations ~
Feed me pronouns ~ to drown incompetent sounds ~
Nouns to block inevitable frowns ~ verbs to calm nerves ~
Synonyms to perpetuate and penetrate minds ~ antonyms to reiterate in rhyme~
Give me a vocabulary of words to express my perturb ~ why must people be so absurd
Lay
love bleeds into me and now becomes life
Light fractures into rainbow’s not hate
Warm rises from my lonely black
Rain summers life from past cold
Old tear filled eyes now dry
Soft dreams make me young
Single was hard
Two now pair
We’re one
Love
” spiraling effect” of vortex by antonyms in following line
Poets at Play
I played with words today –
They called to me
“Come out and play with us!”
Childhood companions
Building rhythms like treehouse forts –
Playhouses of analogy -
Crafting rhymes that follow the leader
Into mud pie irony;
Playing peek-a-boo with synonyms,
Hide and seek with inspiration;
Coming out of hiding places in stanzas
Stacked like pick up sticks;
Patty cake in anagrams –
"A tacky pest" like little brothers –
Jumping out, to yell “Surprise!”
In the “punniest” personifications;
Slide down the metaphoric slide
To allegories of apple trees;
Swing back and forth with double entendre - sky high in the sky;
Hang upside down from “jungle-gyms” whistling alliteration
Hop scotch acrostics
March in meter to rock, paper, scissors -
Wondering what to wear and where I Spy anagrams;
Building up London Bridge, falling down in metrics,
To stand like statues of frozen tag
With your friend assonance
Taking sides like antonyms in games so like red rover
Chasing similes with smiles, to kick the can down the road,
Duck and run in duck, duck goose;
Measure feet in a leap frog of a blind man’s bluff;
Time to come in – come in free verse for the day,
Simon says now writing right just as fun
As a cat’s cradle at the end of my word play.
4/7/20
Conquer
Heart craves to weep,
Emotions dying of cheat,
In firm grip of sadness,
Going crazy in madness,
Is what depression means !
Just a bit of courage,
Self assessment to encourage,
Knowing world is bad,
Life is both cheers and sad,
Is what elevates the mood !
Too much if you expect,
Always in end will regret,
Roses that you loved,
thorns are hand in glove,
Is what you need to ponder!
Your own self you need to conquer,
No pills needed, why to surrender,
To defeat any forces that subdue,
To negative thoughts must bid adieu,
Dictionary with no antonyms ?
That's what in the end you will get !!
Written December 9th, 2014
For contest'Fighting depression' for Linda
Sponsor- Shadow Hamilton
Awarded 8th place
Synonyms and antonyms
You may easily be able form the rhymes
But that is not all about my poem
The inner feeling is what always drives
Sometimes laughing out loud
Sometimes making people laugh
Sometime crying for their pain
And sometimes taking their shoulders to cry
Sometimes making them fight for a noble cause
And so many times it bridges the gaps
Sometimes giving a way to the tears stuck in the heart
So many times bringing on their faces, sheer joy
Sometimes sharing the stupidest things they already know
And many times becoming the words for the feelings they never show
Sometimes I feel my poem is nothing but their life
Many times my poem is my way to guide them how should they go
old- young, free-bonded
care-apathy sick healthy
many people and
many antonyms covered
in a large joint family
I admit it. I’m a Lexophile. I’m likely on some list!
If there’s a play on words somewhere, I really can’t resist.
A twist of phrase, a brutal pun, or the turn of a sonnet fine,
Will fill my soul with childlike bliss, be it deft or unrefined.
Consonance, or assonance, or dissonance that splatters,
A doggerel mess or the good bard’s best, it really doesn’t matter.
Homonyms and antonyms and synonyms galore,
Give the plot a wicked curve and I’ll come back for more.
It is all about the words my friends and how you make them tumble.
Make them smooth and honey sweet or ghastly in a jumble.
I’ll take them scrambled, fried or raw, whatever you may mete,
Because baby, I’m a Lexophile; a boiled egg’s hard to beat!
Words
Nouns, adjectives, verbs...
Synonyms and antonyms
That constitute similes, metaphors, acronyms,
...and phrases
That by the brush of the tongue
Illustrate life
In all its phases
And by the collab
of heart and hand
Bring life
to blank pages...
Words,
Used to persuade,
Used to describe
Used to express
What is felt inside
Used to connect
Used to divide,
Used at your discretion
But in your selection,
Be wise
The inventor of the number system and chess;
the originator of algebra, trigonometry and calculus;
with the globe’s largest railway and postal network
and second to none in the height of a bridge.
We speak of the largest government of, for and from the people.
Beats Israel, Egypt, Mecca, Rome and Greece
in the number of religious visitors attracted to its shrines.
The circumference of its seasonal experience
is well partitioned into six segments.
It is the major contributor in giving the world some spicing,
its currency and sharing are very big antonyms
while Meghalaya is confirmed to be the globe’s tongue.
Even with these medals and accolades,
it still struggles to give women enough warmth and comfort
I set sight on visions
Picture little if visions
Matter ,i paint a photo
To vision my pictures
My vision has lost it way to my tongue
I speak what I see,visualise or better yet picture
My vision set scenes like am Picasso
As I speak out my words in a Pablo
More or less a parable of my words painting
A vision of Picasso ,a pain tainting
Is it a beautiful vision that i now draw
Sharp words sketching fine black &white
Lines of how the vision begins
Curves and edges on how
I flip and toss these metaphors
And I colour the corners of my visualised picture
With idioms and shade it with similes
As it is similar to the photo of my vision
I speak fluently with coloured thoughts
Penciled on my incomplete picture
As I have my vision destroyed
For I set sight on visions
Picture little if visions
Matter,as I have less of a picture
More of a photo
Photo my visions
Picture my visions
Spoke of my visions
Frame my visions with
Synonyms, antonyms
Or shorten my picture with acronyms
Then the picture becomes and is less of a vision
The absence of words paints an empty picture
Words as powerful , dreams as wonderful
Actions performed, as visions are destroyed
destructed and demolished
Words conquer, visions follow
I set sight on visions
Picture little if visions
Matter, i paint a photo
To vision my picture
Without these words I can not paint my visions.
When hate is love
When up is down
When hot is cold
When young is old
When boring is fun
When drunk is sober
When high is low
When wake is to sleep
When us is now her
But antonyms are sometimes needed
Because hate needs love
Because up needs down
Because hot needs cold
Because young needs old
Because boring needs fun
Because high needs low
Because wake needs to sleep
Because you thought you were over her
But I knew you weren’t
We were just antonyms
You were the cheat to my loyalty
(Dedicated To Submariners All Over The World)
Dived deep in the bowels of the seas
My steely shell’s a womb.
Deep down amidst the oil and grease
I am at peace in the Lovecraftian tomb!
What’s with the antonyms, you may ask?
Two opposite words you’ve used -
One’s a warm and wonderful cask,
The other’s dead and worm-abused.
The words are apt, as you’ll soon realize,
For a sub’s a Faustian hell
Where the soul imperceptibly dies
A place where sub-human’s dwell!
Dimmed lights cast a sepulchral gloom,
Myriad machines sing Orphic songs
Of palpable peril and impending doom;
Each one of us a Houri’s groom!
To us’s denied the kiss of the sun,
Not for us the fresh blown breeze,
We know not when the day’s begun,
Nor when the night’s a-freeze!
Up periscopes and down again
The klaxons’ strident screams
Make us jump from where we’ve lain
To drilled duties in well-oiled teams.
The sighting of a laggard prey,
Spells sure a petard blown,
For a homing submarine fish tail spray
Brings terror to hardened men and grown.
Though through silent prowls of the deep we hunt,
Like coin could be our fate.
Our shell could crack with the depth charge brunt;
With Davy Jones we’d have our date!
But when heightened pulse and throbbing heart
Have ceased their labours wild,
Routine sets in and all is “back to start”
Each one an unborn child.
The sub becomes a womb, you see,
A place where your thoughts get sorted;
An amniotic envelope, safe and cozy,
With fair chance to get aborted!
So I hope now that my ditty’s run its course
The message’s plain and grim
That life and death share the same source -
For a submariner womb and tomb are synonym!
Darkness, light , up, and down, all are opposites polar.
But one can't exist without the other, like sun can't exist without the moon solar.
Love can't exist without hate, up can't with down.
I was destined to love you, it was fate. When I'm with you, I'm up, but when I'm not, I'm on the ground.
You and I are opposites, but you're one I can't rate, and when I hear your voice it's the sweetest sound.
Like the truth, you don't know what it is until you lie.
You don't know what life is until you almost die.
Just like you don't know what calm is until you cry.
When you leave me I'm down and depressed with a sigh,
So depressed that I only go to sleep at night when i cry.
Because of you when I meet someone I no longer say goodbye.
I only say hope to see you again sometime.
I know every poem doesn't have to rhyme.
But I take the time, for you, to make this poem rhyme.
Just to let you that I'm
Dedicated to make your life the best.
So just take a rest, knowing you are the best.
And i will never make you seem less,
than what you really are.
Because baby you are like a shooting star.
That I wished on and my wish became true.
And when my wish bacame true my wish turned into you.
Because you are like a heavenly body, celestial.
I need you so much in my life you are essential.
But also because of love hate exists.
There's so much wrong with this world I can make long lists.
But here are just two of millions of things wrong with this world.
One is blood and gore
The other is closing your heart's door,
and not expressing your feelings, these I cannot ignore.
So open your heart's door and let love in.
If you do this, the world will change so fast your head would spin.
Blood and gore is where no one wins.
Guns come out so fast when a fight begins.
If people turn to God, He can save you from these sins.
But as long as I have your love in my heart, If I fall, I'll just get up again.
Dark can't exist without light, it's inevitable.
But take in my message like it is deliciously edible.
My message is that opposites exist, there are antonyms.
But we as opposites must live together in harmony, just don't stacking sins.
I have the glow of Eve in my eyes. Genesis. In the beginning there was heaven and earth. Here I am in the Garden of Eden looking at the tree of knowledge, the tree of good and evil, and I think alright, I already have foresight. Epiphany. I felt that was not blasphemy to feel that way, nor was it sacrilegious because if I were not religious, I would not be in the garden of Eden. The plants were green with envy and the water was blue with denial. It id summer in Le Afrique and I am free and feeling good. I felt emancipated from birth. My heart beat and that was an emancipation. When I touched my rib cage I knew that there was one rib still belonging to a man. But it is mine now. I am feeling good and feeling free. C'est le vie. C'est fini. Et tu Brute? Is that what I am so suppose to say? Brutus has yet to betray Julius Caesar so what would be the point in saying that? I am free to walk through this garden capisce? There is no need to fight there is no need to take physical flight I am alright.
The flutter of a butterfly's wing can cause a typhoon across the world. And so maybe I will twirl and turn from that tree of knowledge. And so I am here without a doubt. And I doubt that I have to continuously smack my lips and shake my pointer finger about. And what about antonyms? That was rhetorical. It would only be logical to understand that Genesis and Revelations are not antonyms. IF I get forgiveness for wanting to be alone, maybe we can talk about Revelations, maybe we can just be silent. Skeptical I am that I am here alone. Revelations.