Best Extremes Poems
In the nighttime hours
As the world deftly creeps by
I summon my powers
Spread my wings and fly
Past cotton clouds,
Snow-capped mountains, white
I am lost and I am found
I am beauty and blight
Past the midnight chimes
A soul searching for home
Tangling myself in rhymes
So as to not feel alone
Catch the updraft of hope
Friendship sun on my face
My place in this world in scope
Loathing, with love replace
The truth of reality haunts my soul,
lamenting the innocence childhood stole.
A heart that's never experienced love;
always feels empty, never wholly whole.
I found no love on the wings of a dove;
push inevitably turned into shove.
And yet, normality included hope,
and my willingness to partake thereof.
Faced with the fact that I can barely cope,
I'm left dangling at the end of my rope.
And, frustrated with an absentee God,
faith starts sliding down a slippery slope.
The fact my father never spared the rod;
meant unconditional love was a fraud.
And an incompleteness shadows my dreams,
retracing the steps I've already trod.
My upbringing was harsher than it seems,
confronting my demons with silent screams.
And a fractured future born of the past;
forms a collage of life's lows and extremes.
Hope's magic has become too weak to cast,
Exhausted, its power has degraded fast.
Lonely and unloved, I await life's end,
Praying that in death, I'll find love at last.
'Tween genius and insanity
there may exist the faintest line.
Each one with other- may cross paths-
their undercurrents, intertwine.
Reflect, what is insanity-
but thinking on conflicting planes;
perhaps a mind, set wild and free
from gray conformity's dull pains.
A mind that’s opened far and wide
to see what some will never know;
emerged in pools of fantasies-
to realms of genius, overflow.
And what's a genius- now reflect;
a mind that walks an offbeat street,
creating feats of wonderment
which customary minds can't meet.
And as it walks its lonely path,
this open mind at times might brush,
its mirror-friend, insanity-
into that outcast world, may rush.
February 10, 2016
~4th Place~
Contest: Black Sheep
Sponsor: Anthony Slausin
Judged: 07/20/2019
~3rd Place~
Contest: Entwined
Sponsor: Broken Wings
Judged: 02/22/2016
Urban Dictionary- Black Sheep:
"Someone who is treated differently than the rest-
an outcast..."
Love
ecstatic, enthusiastic
blazing, burning, exulting
winks, smiles, rejection, dislike
Numbing, frustrating, misleading
Passiveness, Indifference
Apathy
Nayda Ivette
10-11-2015
She asks me to rate my pain on a,
He asks how much I love him on a,
Now please rate your professor on a,
What would you say your mood is on a
One to ten scale, one being the worst.
Everything, at it's best, gets a nine.
I want to believe there will always
be something better in my future.
I'm saving my ten for forever.
Written: May 17, 2021
Cafeteria
Loud, boisterous
Sweet-smelling, bread-making, cake-baking,
Happy, well-fed, starving, hopeless
Maddening, Saddening, Un-gladdening
Quiet, Angry
Homeless
Summer
intense, fiery
burning, scorching, blistering
heat, wildfires, ice, snow
freezing, chilling, congealing
frosty, arctic
Winter
Ó November 17, 2011
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
(this is supposed to be syllabic verse, but there's not any selection for the form)
I teeter at this moment
between wanting to touch you
and just walking past by you
not looking back, forget you.
A blanket of cloud hovers
even the sky now teeters
between spreading light to all
or shrouding the earth in dark.
Often I love to linger
choosing quiet solitude
then suddenly I worry
that loneliness might catch me.
I live my life in extremes
blurring emotions into
unclear hues of loves and hates
mirror collage to taunt me.
I operate in abundance of extremes,
Flirtish to skittish; kind-hearted to mean
I am a tolerant bigot or a emotional stoic
Yet everyone around me don’t even know it
The tug-o-war of conflicting interests
Both teams in an endless contest
To control my fast twitch reflex
Of my best defence; verbal offence.
Shutting people down from entering my mind
When I see the pity form their beady eyes
I don’t know if it’s pride or loathing
When my tongue cuts words foreboding
the demise and destruction of myself and others
But I move forward for my mother and brothers
And with the numbers of loved ones that every day grows
I need not fret of ever being left alone.
Yes, I talk to my cat...
it’s good therapy and
soothes her wandering...claws.
Over the years I’ve exercised
my imagination on her neurons.
I’ve told here things you
would not believe,
it’s for a good laugh.
She’s fascinated whenever
the furnace comes on and goes off;
I tell her, “It’s okay, it’s just
the dragon downstairs.
He keeps us warm by
blowing his fiery breath.
Since he’s a small dragon,
he’s not likely to start any fire.”
Her separation anxiety
could deafen the neighbors,
but it drives me batty.
She’s always in my lap,
yawning...I say,
“I watch out!
Your head could snap backwards
and you could accidentally
swallow yourself and
how would we get you out?”
We don’t have birthday’s
we have, “bird-days” and
add on a bird every year;
all for the cat.
Some days we go
mousey hunting...
opening every door on everything;
peering inside calling...
”Mousey! Where are you?”
Lifting the corners of carpets;
peering into boxes.
Of course, we only find them if
I’ve been to the pet store for a supply.
Boy, the crap I dish out
to keep her calm.
The carpet has two sides
The upper surface with patterns
The underside plain
It describes two worlds
The rich and the poor
The dignity and the informality
The solemn and the ordinary
The authority and the civilian
The high reputation and the low reputation
The publicity and no visibility
The difference makes the two extremes
Unroll the carpet red and shining
You're the king or queen of that moment
Rolled up the carpet dull and dusty
You're yourself or a step lower
Why not
Always be a figure that live
In the hearts of people
With or without the carpet
Like God who is the almighty
Of all mankind
Irrelevant of man's origin
Knowledge, freedom, acceptance
Ignorance, subjugation, resistance
The extremes of our existence
Caring, loving, devotion
Insensitivity, hate, revulsion
The extremes of our emotion
Faith, repentance, salvation
Disbelief, narcissism, damnation
The extremes of our creation
WIZDUMBs BY JA 745
Opposition is the essence of extremes
Love, Hate
Without one the other loses meaning.
But Extremes defy boundaries
Pleasure, Pain
Where does one stop and the other begin?
Relativity loses its fragile meaning without extremes.
Life, Death.
Dieing young, Living Beyond your time.
Extremes lead each to the other without attracting each other
Creation, Destruction.
There is nothing without extremes.
Yet real extremes themselves do not exist.
Infinity, Nothing.
Our being lies somewhere in the between of extremes.
God, Reality.
Our soul is described by Extremes?
Peaceful, Tormented
Remembered, Forgotten.
Blessed, Damned.
Our spirit is defined by Extremes?
Boundless, One
Between two extremes
I stand
Wandering through themes
Of sand
A little piece of
Paper
Have caused my world to
Waver
Nomad hearts have crawled
Before
The hoary headed bard
Told the lore
It isn’t about time
No more
That waves so sublime
Come ashore
Amidst a world of crime
And deceit
My own self I can only
Repeat
I stand craving true
Esteem
Still in between two
Extremes
Jessica J. Hanna
18th of Jan. 08
‘GREEN AND JADED EXTREMES’
Sea green waves- the perfect backdrop to escape routine
Lime infused cocktails and a favourite magazine
Avocado cuisine supplies healthier options to keep bodies lean
The emerald ring wraps another chapter of lovers unseen
Weary and jaded a dwindling sunset has faded
Vanishing unaided so clichéd and stale as memories cascaded
Fatigued shattered dreams of affluence- obscene limousines
Green waves start to wane- feigned with emotional pain
Desperate dreams now reflect in moon beams
Acute revolutionary thoughts commence -- desires to scream
Supreme drastic measures a dire requirement to redeem
The green emerald dream twists jaded-- a faded gleam