Best Contradiction Poems
He has a gentle way about him
when you see him passing through.
He doesn't say "look at me" with a big neon sign,
but his friendliness is subtle like an evening breeze
(a smile wrapped in one big parenthesis)
Cool as a cucumber, calm and collected,
(look careful and you'll find an intellect
dressed in a High-Five and a Way-To-Go!)
But the only thing that deceives me so
--- though I guess it can be forgiven (and please don't be livid)
but my friend Paul, he's a walking contradiction,
for "callous" he is not!
For Paul Callus
He is both clarity and confusion
My conscience... and my temptation
My greatest virtue is my dearest sin
My stength and weakness: my love of him
As a kid they said technology
would lead us to a better life,
and in many ways they are correct,
tech does many things right.
I suppose I was just naïve
to thing there would be no downside,
now I love/hate the internet,
there are a thousand reasons why…
I love that endless information
is just a single click away /
I hate that there is so much
that it overwhelms the brain.
I love that I can buy anything,
have it delivered rather quick /
I hate endless adds in e-mail,
trying to sell me something slick.
I love that every genre is there,
in every medium, and every type /
I hate that half of it hides viruses
that will steal away your life.
I love that video posting sites
bring old music to the crowds /
I hate the video ‘commentators,’
so inane, rambling, and loud.
I love that every point of view
has a place to makes its pitch /
I hate government and tech giants
always trying to censor it.
I love that every single interest
has a place to blow of stress /
I hate people acting like morons,
and then claiming they’re ‘oppressed.’
I love that you can meet others
who may share your predilections /
I hate that being ‘connected’
soon becomes a damn addiction.
I love that you can reach the world
from the comforts of your home /
I hate that this very same world
then never leaves you alone.
I love that a person can work
from anywhere on any day /
I hate that distance no longer
makes reality go away.
Of course it’s not like it is
ever gonna go anywhere,
we’re forever stuck in between
thankfulness and despair.
I guess the net will ever be
a both sweet and bitter pill,
I love/hate the internet,
and I guess I always will.
There’s a kitty I have that is white.
When I pet him, he purrs with delight.
Then directly he goes
with his mouth to my nose
and with tiny sharp teeth gives a bite!
Nov 5, 2022
For Tania Kitchin's A Funny Limerick - Make Me Laugh Poetry Contest
I didn’t ask you to come.
You came anyway--
like sympathy could scrub
the blood off my breath.
Don’t you see?
My grief is mine.
You’re holding tissues
like they matter.
You’re speaking
like you understand.
You don’t.
Not the burn. Not the echo.
Let me fall.
Let me break and
crawl through it--
I need the splinters
to feel like proof
that I was touched at all.
And yet,
if you leave now
I will hate you
more
than I already hate
everything else.
Contradiction (September 30, 2014) by Danitra David
I want…
I want to save the world; yet I buy 1k shoes (contradiction)
I really don’t believe in organized religion, but if I’m in a jam believe it is “In Jesus name Amen” (contradiction?)
I like to believe I’m not racist, but I complain about feeling surrounded by only one ‘race’ (contradiction)
I want to be understood, but do I seek to understand (hypocritical, contradiction).
I long to have compassion for my fellow man’ yet at times I am literally disgusted by our connection (contradiction)
I want to age gracefully; yet I want to change my face (contradiction)
I want to lose weight, but I know I am perfect just the way I am (you guessed it contradiction)
I want to paint. To try my hand at improve. I want to give my time. Travel, love, laugh. I doubt my capabilities knowing I can do most anything I set my mind to (contradiction).
I dream of romance. I wish to ease other’s pain. I cry at movies. I hide this. I don’t perpetuate this, so do I really want? (contradiction)
I could go on with dozens more examples. Life is one big contradiction. A state and we are all mere players blindfolded by ********!
I want to see this as clear as day, yet ignorance may be bliss.
Let's look around us: is the slowly-spinning and stunning Earth
the happiest place to spend a lifetime and then suddenly die?
Sorry to say it has never been such, unless we're portents of faith;
where can we go to find our peaceful haven and not cling to a lie?
During the Holidays some cry, some smile: what a social contradiction!
Spot the weeping souls around the corner, their tears are real!
They wish they had it all, we but they can't change their condition;
now, meet the ones who smile and always control life's spinning wheel!
The Frasers have a beautiful home with a pool and tennis court,
during the Holidays they display their wealth with the jolliest heart:
while the Dickson's run-down house has cheap garlands and lights;
often their kids stare in awe and wish they lived there on chilly nights!
Although they are neighbors, they seem to be living many miles apart,
they never exchange greetings: it's a wall built on total selfishness;
shouldn't they be like good friends that feel selfeless love in their heart?
The Johnsons and the Frasers refuse to settle their huge differences!
Written on 11/29/2015
You say you won’t
But then you do
You’re a sweet contradiction
Through and through
You say you love me
Then say you don’t
You’re a sweet contradiction
When you write a note
Contradictions on my left
Contradictions on my right
Sweet contradictions
When we kiss goodnight
Yes you’re in denial
Most of the time
You’re a sweet contradiction
Girl that’s fine
You make a statement
That’s just not true
You’re a sweet contradiction
But I love you
Contradictions on my left
Contradictions on my right
Sweet contradictions
All through the night
You’re inconsistent
But you know I care
You’re a sweet contradiction
Thats not being fair
This situation
Getting out of hand
You’re my sweet contradiction
Not a one night stand
Contradictions on my left
Contradictions on my right
Sweet contradictions
When I hold you tight
© Copyright KC.Leake
24th May 2015
All Rights Reserved
He said, dismantling of USSR was the greatest geopolitical catastrophe of century,
I said it was been the greatest breakthrough of our age and hope for the best future.
We have been so quite disagree but he was a very influential national lieder,
the creator of world empire from nursing billionaires-oligarches
and European ex-presidents retrogrades and trytors
on his service,
I have been just a poet with the best and honest vision
and strong belief and respect for West democracy and advanced society
and Magna Carta.
Contradiction
(naga uta poem)
in this rural place
forest once ever so deep-
one needs to destroy
acres of trees to create
a stronger living signal…
the moon and stars scrutinize
© Harry J Horsman 2021
Motor cyclist wore
black leather boots highly prized
cab driver looked poor
so many legs on
such a tiny frame, and he. . .
with so little speed
for Raul Moreno's Caterpillar's Gait contest
Motherly, sword thrusting, ebullient, thorny rose.
A metaphor you wont understand, a hint you don't quite get, a curtain slowly opening
up and then falling closed once more. A skittish animal running out of reach and then
looking back, the sun shining behind the clouds, and a bright eyed child, so curious, but
hesitating just behind its mothers skirts.
In another place, another time, tomorrow is the here and now. but in the here and
now, tomorrow never comes and we seem to live in the past. Through the metaphor,
through this opening curtain, trots a skittish wolf with its ears laid back, as light as the
mist around it. Stalking silently through the low brush, as i'm walking past these
speeding cars on this empty street. The glittering sun breaks free from the clouds
grasp. its a golden meadow in the city of backwards trees.
Finding my way to a smooth pond, gazing into the glass surface where the raindrops
fall up. Hearing everything when nothing is making noise, looking up at the invisible
people, smiling, and looking down once again. Hiding behind a different sort of skirt
now, not a child anymore. And as the rain petals fall up, distorting the ponds surface,
the mist wolf stands beside me as we stare into the water, and our reflections slowly
disappear. Gone, along with the invisible people...
None of us were ever really there to begin with.
U K minus queen, where All's not as it seems; the crowds Will Gather, there will be much piety and blather, shoulders
To be rubbed, as people dive into the hub-bub at the
Shop restaurant golf club or pub, has something been
Forgotten? that prior was reported ; of ad-nausem top
To bottom, covid nineteen! prevelant on radio TV screen
Of an era with the Queen, remember; don't go getting it '
Is it still on the scene.? Or is just I'm confusing it with
The prevelance of reports on the dying of a queen?
Of course you will not catch it.' Socially if you mourn
The British Queen.! I mean how could a dose of covid
Ever so tasteless be regarded important; next to the wake
Of the reigning queen? So go, out to the highway and
Gather on the strand; wave your flags don black cry on
Others shoulders, in some anti-quarrantine.' And how '