Best Contrarily Poems
BECAUSE OF JUST ONE POETESS
I let go of living in sadness.
My life seemed going nowhere,
and looking back now, it all
seemed like madness!
It wasn't because she did
gymnastics with boorish
poetic forms.
Nor was she cute or wordy.
using only the shortest
forms.
I was in search for something
far deeper that healed me with
human warmth and a soul balm.
Best of all, through her, I was
to learn to waltz happily with
shadows of my past!
And to know that love seems
to end, but I found contrarily it,
in another form, always lasts.
BECAUSE OF JUST ONE POETESS
I kept coming back to read her
at the Soup.
And, finally,after a number of
months,
I concluded to sign up and
express myself with my freshman,
weak pen.
I used to write the saddest poetry,
before I came here.
I try now to stay away from poets
who hate my country, or get joy out
of living in lost love or sadness.
And to avoid all who laugh at and
demean myself!
Belittling others in a poem, creates
and furthers world madness.
BECAUSE OF JUST ONE POETESS
Indeed my days have transformed
from gloom to splendiferous gladness.
No hopelessness nor grief can
fingerprint my life any longer.
And in the days to come, may
my words become far stronger.
BECAUSE OF JUST ONE POETESS!
**Her name is known best to the
the humblest of the twinkling
stars and God's ears**
With affection and thanks~
Categories:
contrarily, beautiful, celebration, encouraging, poetess,
Form:
Another eve of another day
shrinks to wee hours;
the only light flashes dim
from a distant lamppost.
My mind’s contrarily still charged
with words, chores, lists, sacred places,
mountainous memories,
and then a thought that hasn't visited in awhile…of you.
You, a caricature of your best self,
a demon of strangled hearts,
a name chiseled into a monument of stone like expressions –
of numb feelings where tears no longer flow.
Love carried you through life…a family
bestowed a stave for your symphony,
undeserved yet wanted.
Have another drink…hide in your dank basement
drive aimlessly through town through lives through dreams
with your empty bottles sliding on the floorboard.
You became the monster of nightmares.
How did that happen? Why?
Did it lie dormant in hidden spaces?
Bottles shatter into a million pieces…they tear at souls.
Go ahead make a joke, tell a story of long ago,
sing a song with rich baritone notes…
I loved you once when pigtails brushed across my shoulders,
when you pushed me on a swing, when I was innocent…maybe
a part of me still loves who you were back then…the forgiving part of me.
Maybe if I knew all…the harrowing truth, the covered-up lies,
the sinister side, my forgiveness would be withheld.
No…some things are better left unknown.
Another eve of another day
shrinks to wee hours.
Years go by, and I think of you less…you, a man of good and evil,
you, who sang in the choir…every Sunday…
pretending.
I close my eyes with a conscious attempt
to find peace in forgiveness –
then comes thick darkness
as the flickering lamppost dies.
*a work of fiction
Categories:
contrarily, abuse, addiction, angst, forgiveness,
Form:
Free verse
Uncertainty has been clouding my thoughts for months now
Because you have never once
Expressed how you felt
After I blurted out those three little words.
You have yet to tell me,
Your feelings,
So I can move on.
Your jealously annoys me.
But your touch teases, yet pleases me
In ways you will never know.
Why do you do this to me?!
Is the question I would ask you.
Is it out of pure selfishness?
Or is it out of fear?
Are you afraid to tell me if you reciprocate my feelings
Because you don’t want to lose me if you don’t
Or perhaps you think I will hate you,
Or perhaps you think I will love you.
What scares you so much to put me through this?
I want to ask you all these questions
But contrarily, I am honestly afraid of the answers.
Categories:
contrarily, romanceme, me,
Form:
Free verse
is that they never tell the truth,
and if by accident, they occasionally
come near to any kind of truth
they tend to get hives,
or shake uncontrollably.
We shouldn’t expect them to be truthful,
it’s asking too much.
Would we demand a dog
cook its own dinner,
or a pickpocket play a glockenspiel
while lifting a wallet?
We who collect words like seashells
must turn them over
and listen to see if they are hollow
or really full of oceanic whispers.
The shell of course, (being an almost
too perfect poetic metaphor),
will then lie to our ear.
Mostly and quite contrarily,
we condemn the author
for having lied
a whole lot better
than we ever could have.
Categories:
contrarily, poetry,
Form:
Blank verse
I’m Unhappy with FIFA 16
I'm unhappy with FIFA 16.
Passing's no good, the
transitions sloppy. 15 was
better: more excitement, maybe a banal
pleasure in how my plays tend to line up
centre and build up to easy goals.
14 was much too fast for
leisure but the right time I
to teach me possession
seizure and unusual plans, that
losing was predictability, and the
last time I held my
position when the time came and
every minute mattered.
Let's not talk about 13.
I like the realism in FIFA 16,
The pitch is detailed enough that I understand
how far I must run; when to
shoot. Sore thumbs and
sofa-soaked tears
are the easiest way.
Contrarily, pause: a
clean breath, a
clear head - I
conjure little moments of magic.
Controlling perfectly-timed passes
colours the game beautiful again.
(Written two years ago so wayyyy out of date but it meant a lot to me back then)
Categories:
contrarily, angst, childhood, games, soccer,
Form:
Free verse
Where diamonds shape a lantern
harlequins are taunted in jest,
which inaugurates the conviction
attracting an upheld stance.
They stare like a drastic mistake;
thinking it was a corn snake.
Warily, from side to side, surprise!
one way or the other fully fixed;
around those surrounding sceneries
hypnotic is the way its eyes transfix.
It nullifies a moment to the ground
container-like as bulbous ends disturb
like a death's-head rattling sound,
by this inconspicuous perrenial herb.
It is limp to the elusive sun approach
dictating to the forty five degree-
holds head as moments waiting there,
gardeners probe this mauve naivety.
It deceives so contrarily it contrives
I guess that's how fritillary survives.
Categories:
contrarily, nature, visionary,
Form:
Verse
Political Chicanery
By Franklin Price
8/20/1015
Political chicanery
Are spoken words I say
Slightly bending of the truth
Is the politician's way
If uttered words can scrambled be
To turn the meaning 'round
I think I can quite manage
To pound them in the ground
Excuse me while I practice
Take time to coalesce
I haven't done a thing at all
For which I must confess
Contrarily I did it all
Made everything so good
Made no missteps along the way
Did everything I should
No one ever helped me
Bipartisan with my foes
Confronted every problem
From my head down to my toes
Everywhere I fixed it all
Made everything first rate
Now my run for President
Brings my stumping to your state
Give me your nod when voting
I'll guarantee you won't regret
I'll continue fixing everything
Leave it to me and do not fret
I'll always be there for you
You'll never be alone
You know I'll do the best for you
As I rule you from my throne
Categories:
contrarily, political,
Form:
Rhyme
It has taken a little time to unleash this feeling,
Contrarily, it will take a lifetime to erase it cause its enduring,
Sweet lady don't think i will leave this to hung on the balance
'Cause i wont live without your charming glance,
I only besiege heaven to help me accomplish ,
Before my adversaries' deals nourish,
Those sweet lips are killing mine,
If i could taste them i will be fine,
Was creator unfair?
When he created a pair,
These cute figures are menacing,
Men find themselves racing,
At least to snatch one,
But would get none
Categories:
contrarily, best friend, , cute,
Form:
Ballad
As my tripping footsteps
enter deeper into the path of intense darkness,
I start feeling the trance of trepidation
and much despised misery
seaps through me with a sense of admonition;
the night owls cold eyes immovably glare
to confine me into their scary stare...
until I dash off rapidly!
Sunrise,come quickly
to subdue my forethoughts of dreadfulness
into this night without stars!
I look up to a dark and unwinkling Universe...
exposing me to an enormous unrest:
will it be a deluge or a tempest
to end all traquillity?
Whatever threatens me invisibly,
or compels me to fret...
won't cause my courage to lessen:
contrarily, it will increase it even more...
'till I find another path;
its a risk worth-taking to befuddle any enemy!
Sunrise,come quickly
to bring radiance and harmonious sounds
over this tempestous sea,
which keeps away all the discontented gulls;
sunrise, come quickly...
my entrapped spirit longs for liberty!
Categories:
contrarily, adventure, hope, places, sad,
Form:
Ballad
The kiss of Death is sure to be enticing
Filling up confused humans
With powerful orgasms
As to cause them
A change of existence!
For that kiss have I been waiting for
Dreaming and fantasising about it
As would a princess totally
In love with its charms,
Wanting to feel the comfort
Of the freedom that lie
Between its arms,
As if,
It were the prince capable
Of saving me from my own shadows!
Death, made to look ugly
And gruesome,
Reveals himself as a handsome
Young man with unruly hair
And shiny eyes
Easily seducing me
With his charismatic smile
And the depth of his longing for me!
Contrarily to humans, shall he say to me
I'll fight for you
I'll grope you and pull you
Closer and closer to me
In a tight bond of amorous submission
As
You belong to me!
Then he'll drown me with his kiss
And I'll succumb to him
Through a rebirth in another
Unwanted existence on Earth,
Yearning for when my soul
Would, once more,
Feel the orgasmic euphoria
Of being lost in his essence!
Categories:
contrarily, death,
Form:
Free verse
Foundations
What are you building your foundation on,
Solid Rock, or quicksand?
A foundation built on solid rock has staying
power, withstanding the test of time.
Contrarily, a foundation built on
quicksand is never steady.
It does not matter how quickly you build
upon it or how much you build:
Every piece of your foundation gets
devoured by the quicksand, and
rather quickly at that.
Some will spend a lifetime
in blood, sweat and tears building a
foundation on quicksand.
They go on, either not realizing,
or refusing to acknowledging that they are
building on something that was never meant
to be built upon from the very beginning.
Therefore again I say,
What are you building your foundation on,
Solid Rock, or quicksand?
Categories:
contrarily, christian,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Window curtains in my room sway with the silent winds;
The cold smog crawls on the frozen garden covered with the mists.
I see everything slowly fades but the splendor around never chagrins.
Would it be romantic to stare at the fog in the middle of a secret tryst?
A cup of coffee would be a perfect match to savor this picturesque scene.
So I could finally wear my old-borrowed jacket; I wish this would persist.
The hazy trees in front of my cottage house seem to look like a Halloween.
But this soul contrarily feels different looking at this painted-gray minute.
It is frigidly aglow and mesmerizing where the murk meets the serene.
My pale nails and skin are freezing but not my riveted spirit;
I am awestruck with the cold season’s mystic beauty.
I wish I could lend my eyes to my sister so that she could see it.
Categories:
contrarily, nature,
Form:
Terza Rima
Before my mid-life realization
My life was like
Sitting naked
In an empty bathtub
With my knees
To my chin
My arms wrapped tightly
Around my thighs
A blank expression
Upon my face
My skin
Dry and shriveling
From lack
Of an adequate supply
Of that life sustaining
Elementary particle
Every so often
A single drop
Of water
Would hang
From that inactive faucet
As it would hang,
For what seemed
Like an eternity,
I would see
My sad reflection
Within it
As each drop is akin
To a glimpse
Of actual livingness
There I would sit
In extreme anticipation
Waiting for that drop
To pierce my parched skin
When the longing would end
With the falling
Of that drop
I would come to life
To enjoy and be happy
But only for a brief moment
Then the moment
Would be gone
As the drop
Would dry up
Just like the other drops
Before it
They never lasted long
Those moments of livingness
And then one day, it happened
The realization
That I wasn’t living
The one life
That I had been given
I decided
That I needed to live
And gave that faucet
A gentle turn
Now
That once dormant faucet
Has a never-ending torrent
Gushing from it
And I am not afraid
That the water
Will consume me
And that I will drown
In quiet desperation
For I know
That I can float
In the buoyancy
Of the knowingness
And understanding
Of Who I Am
Contrarily
The water soothes away
The arid feel
That I have become
Accustomed to
It has exposed a more
Sensitive, soft
Sensual, sheathing
That I am now
Just being able
To feel
Comfortable in
Once the tub fills
I will be completely immersed
By the whole
Of the adhesion
Of the individual drops
Of Life
Each one affecting
Or being affected
By the one next to it
And my soul
Will be replenished
By the living
And the experience
Of them all
Categories:
contrarily, happiness, inspirational, introspection, life,
Form:
Free verse
Come hither, come thither, come nigh
Don't dither, don't blither, don't sigh
Ask me how, ask me where, ask me why
Come hither, come thither, come nigh
Dance airily, dance merrily, dance spry
Not warily, contrarily or sly
Come hither, come thither, come nigh
Bedazzle, becharm, beautify
Do sparkle, do sizzle, do fly
Ask me how, ask me where, ask me why
Be gracious, vivacious, sagacious
Not voracious, rapacious or salacious
Don't be judgmental, tempermental or ungentle
Come hither, come thither, come nigh
Don't shout, don't pout, don't cry
Tread lightly, tread brightly, glorify
Come hither, come thither, come nigh
Ask me how, ask me where, ask me why
Categories:
contrarily, language, light, word play,
Form:
Rhyme
As these words are about to flow
Like acid secreting from my mouth,
This is where you have led me.
Holding on to something that I cannot just ignore.
I refuse to put my heart nor
My mind
Through this anymore.
It is slowly killing me,
Internally.
Not knowing if you will ever be real with how you feel.
Not knowing whether or not all this is just in my beautiful imagination.
All these questions
All these misconceptions
Mean nothing now.
No more “what ifs.”
Contrarily, I will miss you.
I will miss your laugh,
Your witty comments and
Your cute little compliments.
But I need to start anew.
Something completely different
And far away from you.
So I have to let you go now,
For my inner peace,
For my sanity,
Because being friends with you
Is not and will never be
Enough for me.
Sorry.
Categories:
contrarily, romance
Form:
Free verse