Best Contradictions Poems
Two major contradictions in life can bring you to your knees
Like opposing sisters in a family, as one arrives, the other leaves
Comedy and tragedy…
Two mascots, hovering above every life
One brings gifts of joy and laughter; the other brings pain and strife
Comedy and tragedy…
Mirth has a mind of her own desiring to stick around like glue
But her seemingly jealous sister, is most often misunderstood
Comedy and tragedy…
Each one unique in the role which they play
They seem to keep some balance on life’s revolving stage
Comedy and tragedy…
It has never crossed my mind, just how insane living here would be
If we all experienced only rain, without the sun how would species feed?
Comedy and tragedy…
Note: For Dr. Ram's "Tragedy is more enjoyable that Comedy"
Quiet darkest hour, just before dawn
Alive with tree frogs singing, just for fun
Sashaying ways of sexy sways
Silent steps of saddest days
Screeching crow perched in a tree
Cries of eagles flying free
Dark days come, but soon are gone..
in the..
Quiet darkest hour, just before dawn
©Donna Jones
12-4-2013
She's awash in contradictions.
Though you just might fall in love
with those big doe eyes.
She'll put you on a pedestal.
To her, you can do no harm.
She is a friend to the very end.
Still, she could bring you to your knees.
She dislikes being rude, crude, or vulgar.
Though she will straighten out that picture.
She doesn't like negative or toxic people.
Not necessarily shy, just aloof in her ways.
As she's dreaming of some magical place.
She loves sparkling bobbles and dancing till dawn.
She'll cry at the movies or the slightest of slights.
She'll invite the angels in from out of the cold.
Sometimes you'll think she's afraid of the world.
But give her a cause, then you'll see.
That steel backbone and endurance in adversity.
You might think she's most adaptable.
As you try to bend her all the wrong ways.
She'll say, you can't make me do it that.
Then she'll laugh as she's walking away.
At times she'll need reassurance from you.
Things will be OK, she just might not want to,
Jump off that cliff today.
As she whispers goodnight in your ear, she'll
Ask the angels to keep you safe and warm.
You might think she's a bit scatterbrained.
Till she shows you what you're looking for.
Yes, she might be a hope chest in contradictions.
But, she'll leave you with a smile, as she moves
the tides inside you all the while.
4 pm 7/ 13/ 2013
Contradicting Me
I'm a man of contradictions
I know just how it seems.
A travesty a tragedy
a man of such extremes.
Each time you pull me closer
you're pushing me away.
I'm silent for awhile
then I've got a lot to say.
I write of peace and happiness
while broken deep within.
I'm leaving for forever
or til I come back again.
Sometimes I hate the shadows
but still I love the night.
I hate the lies that people tell
and hide them from the light.
Still I tell of love undying
and things still yet to be.
I say I hate the lying
but still I lie to me.
I say that it will be ok
no matter where I go.
I say that it will be alright
and I don't even know.
A shining light to many
but yet I am ill fated.
Loved by one here and there
by others I am hated.
I'm a man of contradictions
I know just how it seems.
A travesty a tragedy
a man of such extremes.
Edwin C Hofert
I want fame and humility
I want war and I want peace
I want God and I want freedom
I want freedom and enslavment
I want to settle down, and keep moving
I sprint home and crawl to work
I'll eat my fill and then I'll starve
I will kill and I will resurrect
Give me extravagance and give me banality
entertain me and bore me
LOVE ME AND HATE ME
LOVE ME AND HATE ME
so I will show you my lithe desires, absurdly ensuring I will NEVER be at peace
open your mouth and laugh with me
laugh
Swirls of shadowed light rest in minds filled with wakeful anxiety, while the burning ice warms their souls with its chills
Falling in tandem with the rising waves cresting against sandless beaches, reaching for pieces broken by gentle hands banded in the company of destruction
Seduction of the celibate through linear sways of hip and lip, trying as one might to grip and rip the shattered remnants whole
Candescent pitch shining a brilliant purple/black against the flashing abyss, with lost tack that stacked bricks on back become feathers for wings that caress the winds to take it flight
just when she proudly posed as a puffing magic dragonette
the bubble burst and a shiny sword punctured vulnerable skin
pierced the façade and made her reveal true person and posture
I can’t hold this together without compromise
a circle to be squared with fumes of empty promise and hope
the hypothenuse of her losses overreaching angles and peace
soft blows and hard landings suspended in juxtaposed forces
why does my pantomime shout out its charades
a helium balloon flying sky high at boiling point of no return
she was stuck in an underworld of synchronicity and paradox
in which she was a comedian in a tragic sequence of events
my trajectory knows no beginning and no end
a trapeze stuck into mud with no strings attached she levitated
upside down to drink from the source and depth of her reckoning
only to find out that her centre was on the vast margin of errors
I am placed concentrically with overlap at the same time
she ate her cake in order to have it like a pie chart of yeast
prayed to the gods of eccentricity and denounced every faith
if only she was like a cat simultaneously grinning in place over time
Eureka I’m floating on drowning waters of doubt
collocated truncated the proximity of contrast and sameness faded
into a tautology of overblown meaning and obsequious liberation
eventually her shooting star rose to the canopy of loose foundations
a parallel universe will allow me to be skewed
when she puffed once more she became a dolphin riding the desert
a sand fly drying her wings in undercurrents and crested sea shores
and her inner glow worm defeated serpentine diameters of pain
at the destination of my starting I am no longer a contradiction
18th November 2020
Contradictions
Frosted eyes opaqued evanesence,
chilled bone soup luminescent.
Veracose veins, tight muscle tenses,
Awareness alert but unable to sense this.
Medical liquor uncured infection,
categorically diseased without no protection.
Split highway, wrong chose direction,
a blue suit ordered ludicrous inspection.
Decision based morality by some Politician,
static cling energized body friction.
Paranoid thinking thoughts of suspician,
Shhh... quiet and just listen...contradictions...
I want to be grown up and a little girl,
I want to stay home, safe, and travel the world,
I want to look like nothing and be everything.
I want to be alone and I want to see my friends,
I wish this never started and I wish it never ends;
Decide what I want most, real life or pretend.
In theory there is so much drawing me forwards,
Yet always something holding me here
In my safe danger zone.
A friend said, rather smugly,
you can't be "pretty ugly";
and where is the good,
and what is the likelihood
of one being "clearly misunderstood"?
An expression he's also dismissing
(or as kids say, "dissing"),
is so silly: "found missing".
And you can bet money
no one is "seriously funny".
Few people are ever cowed,
or have to get loud,
speaking to a "small crowd",
and (sorry if it's crass):
what exactly is "liquid gas"?
The things we see can be seen one of two ways
Either full of color or just straight black and white
The coexistence of natural dark and our light
But we choose to see what we think is right
Whether it’s believing that love is true
Or saying it’s something that has no meaning
A concept formed completely on a ruse
Yet it’s strength comes from its own fragility
The words “I love you” might be built so cynically
Cuz these emotions we have were formed separate from our identity
Am I happy cuz of things that are genuine
Or is this all fake so i can continue livin
Ignorin my feelins that my mind’s distillin
It’s like this whole world’s full of conflictions
Conditions and missions to keep us from wishin
But I choose to do the exact opposite
Like a drug I get so high I can’t get off of it
What’s right, what’s wrong, is it fake or nonfiction
Everything we done built up is all a contradiction
Why,through observation
opt 4 contradiction
make risky decisions
4 just a moment of satisfaction
leading 2 self-destruction.
change your life's perception,
build your own isolation.
Make u nurse your own hurt emotions,
due 2 misleading high expectations.
Make u demand 4 obvious explanation
of the world's imperfection.
Hinder u from discovering your highest potential,
due to your own dug depression.
Honestly. What's the best policy? Honesty?
Don't loose lips sink ships? You follow me?
"Keep your circle small."
"Keep your enemies close."
How much is enough, then, to have them by the ropes?
"Knowledge is power."
"Ignorance is bliss."
How does one choose between THAT or THIS?
Idioms, cliches, metaphors and more. Life's one big contradiction we're all dying to explore.
To shepherds dwelling in the fields
one dreary night so long ago
lo there appeared an angel bright
telling of Christ, the savior’s birth.
The babe you’ll find in swaddling clothes
in manger rough and lined with straw.
With joy the heavenly choir sang
of peace on earth, goodwill to men.
Quickly the shepherds went to see
the savior baby Christ the Lord.
And O the joy that filled their hearts
as they beheld the God-sent babe.
Instead of shrine to worship him
their hearts became his dwelling place.
They shared the news with all they met
bidding them, accept the savior.
Around age two the wise men came
in search of Christ the infant king.
And when they found him whom they sought
they gave the gifts which they had brought.
Down through the corridor we’ve come
and have a day we’ve set aside
to celebrate the savior’s birth
yet for him our hearts have no room.
We grope in darkness like the blind
while rejecting the source of light.
Fatigued by war, we seek for peace
but for its prince we have no place.
And how we love to receive gifts
of things that bring no lasting joy
but as for God’s most precious gift
we’ve turned our backs saying, no thanks.
We claim to celebrate Christ’s birth
but loathe the mention of his name.
Instead, we sing of Santa Claus
and Rudolph the red-nosed reindeer.
Then there are those who claim to be
the children of the savior dear
They go to church on Christmas eve
their yearly duty to fulfill.
It's time to end the great charade
If Christ is Savior, heed his call
join nobles, wise men, shepherds, all
and let him save you from the fall.
the Priest sucked in his Four Star Brandy
hoping that a drunken release
would help him with his conflict
in an alcoholic sleep of peace
the alky swigged his cider
vintage cheap and strong
the crutch to his addiction
making existence crawl along
from separate drunken corners
each in his own private hell
they were taken by the police
to share the same dingy cell
one having achieved the sought
but only temporary relief
from the stress and the doubt
in the strength of his belief
the other just existing
in his world of sleeping rough
which achieved a sort of stability
if he could only drink enough
one was given a caution
for any man can once fall
the other was jailed
with no sympathy at all
one preached from his pulpit
about the dangers of a hell
as the other spent that Sunday
Morning slopping out his cell.
in this world of contradictions
preconceptions can hold sway
as the alky and the priest were each
assessed in society’s preconditioned way
and the Charity collector
stood and shook his tin
pleased by the growing weight
as the passers slid coinage in
a cheap way to ease a conscience
that really didn’t give a damn
about the stresses and strains suffered
in this strangely unequal world of Man