Best Juxtapositions Poems
As the glistening jewels
of snow cascade like
ballerinas pirouetting
to the crescendo of time,
choreographed from porcelain
keys of your h e a r t,
delicate fingers of the
winter moon stretch,
enveloping forlorn footprints
of poignant memories,
framed with petal-like poems
you've placed in the
gallery of my melancholic mind
where soulless shadows still~
haunt me in holographic
hues through somber nights, but
If I were to rewrite the anatomy
of this romance with~
juxtapositions, should I rescript
your promises in p s y c h e d e l i c ink?
knit silken sonnets from the
tapestry of scintillating
stars in our favour,
letting go of all the
seasonal silhouettes
that seized redolent rhymes,
maybe, it is from pain
we relearn to dream
in periwinkle pigments to
nurture and navigate through
decayed gardens embalmed in
opalescent tears and fluorescent fears
suppressed and
personified within gossamer
tales of sunflower s i l e n c e…
Quilted with questions that your
quintessential quill can~
reveal, in romanticised verses, to wade
through the abstracts of weary woes.
So, set your stones to
architect cobalt grey lanes,
to usher feathered thoughts into the
serenity of your scented sanctuary.
until I find the perfect gateway
adorned with crystals in the
verdant valleys, engrossed in vanilla flakes,
where cosmic yearnings are embroidered
between mauve instruments
harmonised from
xylophone whispers reverberating
in vermilion s t i l l n e s s…
You will always be the
clementine crown of my sun,
the scarlet scrapes in my ink,
zested in zealous dahlias
and no rain can drown
this celestial
c o l l a b o r a t i o n…..
Categories:
juxtapositions, i love you, imagery,
Form:
Abecedarian
P o e t r y fills my heart
with lyrical acrolect:
slowly swaying
my fingers
to outstanding octaves,
through
ecstatic
liberated librettos,
uplifting in a
medley of
melancholic motions.
I n k is bleeding
in nocturnal nouns,
composing charismatic
choruses in
eclectic shades~
of
violet and vermilion,
and quiet quill
is still searching
for a
sentimental serene serenade,
every letter
meticulously moonwalks
between lines
of silver and grey,
engrossing beats
of a heavy heart
in subtle
soulful synonyms.
In a dynamic
world of word weaving,
poet’s depict a
choir of chronicles
from
mellifluous escapades,
merged in
magnetic metaphors
and synchronized similes,
glamorizing pain
in heavenly
harmonious juxtapositions,
whilst singing tales
of oxymorons,
ranting through a
rhythm of rhymes,
forming sonorous sonnets
with sensitive syllables.
But these are
encrypted musings
of my citrine heart.
In realms of a reality
that dreams breathless~
behind a
terrain of tercets
and porcelain prose.
For life as
an abundant artist
is a premature platform,
where e m o t i o n s
are expressed through
introverted introspections
once hidden in
the hush of hours.
Categories:
juxtapositions, emotions,
Form:
Free verse
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Analyzing satires celeste images defined?!
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Archetypes born side by side; carmine halos...
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Transcending tangibles collective bell jar host
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Internal objectives journey through the superlatives
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Austere tides; juxtapositions museful nirvana eyes!?
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Gazing upon celebral traces marking barefoot sands...
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Latitudes showers from variables littoral clouds anew
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Raining verticals truths aligned beyond, imaginations shores
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Lissome dynamics peering into the nows mirrored mind?!
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Monolithic hues; retracing tangibles celeste analyzed...
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..."Majestic Mandamus" ~
Categories:
juxtapositions, faith, love, passion
Form:
Free verse
Shadow Play
While Freud sits at the mind end of the couch phallus in hand
shapes others’ dreams in unspoken imposition ‘must-abation’
analyses abuses his daughter in metaphorical incest projects
his own aggressive sexual drives and neurotic megalomania
Jung after killing the father figure sits with and under shadows
gathers the zenith of clouds rays collects collective conscience
unconsciousness retrieves ancient symbols propagates mythical
archetypes to archetypical conclusions reflects tainted sunshine
He forges gently I surmise poles and vaults of contradictions
opposites polar juxtapositions seemingly un-mutual mysteries
and ponders light and darkness tearing torn apart thus healing
in the complementing contrast of void change completeness
Where Freud posits polymorph perversity bit by sexual bitter
sweet bit in a bid for so called science of mind over matter Jung
morphs perpetual change crafted and cast through a different
lens admits to poetic licence narration oral traditions and growth
******** in mind not of the ***** castrated in fear not envious of
phallic dominance over clitoral defence wombs groomed entombed
by guilt transgression sexual submission shallow **** oral penile
ossification of flaccid resurrection Jung begs and offers to differ
In complex incomplete never-ending search a path from change to
change and beyond dialectical synthesis played enacted in parallel
processes and progressive psychological drama of a different kind
he much kinder more reflective less regressive and adventurous
Lets shadows erect and paint play dance reflect and move on
16th August
Categories:
juxtapositions, courage,
Form:
Free verse
Instincts stored from antiquity
Leather bound books; library in the mind
Beautiful tragic collections and revisions
The conundrum of neurology; conflict presides
Endowed with supreme cognition
Cursed, condemned by the residue of blind drives
Irreconcilable emotional juxtapositions
Humanities ironical demise
Profoundly ignorant, unabashed, and indifferent
Audacious opinions of uninformed certitudes
In the end, passions rule reason
The instinctual beast can’t be subdued
Like Lemmings to a cliff running blindly
Chasing those with no knowledge or esteem
If only one to be the wiser
Perhaps we awake from a really bad dream
Categories:
juxtapositions, allegory, analogy, anxiety, conflict,
Form:
Rhyme
I shovel winter
juxtapositions folly
I dig spring
John G. Lawless
©5/22/2018
Categories:
juxtapositions, humor,
Form:
Senryu
The purple heart, that which beats with pure power
Covers the blood flowing throughout the inside
This heart will crystallize making me cower
Painful transition from flesh to what abides
An incredible view these crystals become
A purple sparkle, looking though it’s lonesome
The glass like object somehow pumps blood along
And sings in rhythm with the beat of its song
Crystal delves into chamber of the unknown
Skimming the blush faced object, warm to the touch
Over the cliff of white it falls in what’s blown
Exploding in consistent breaths, time as such
Record the faith, or love, which reeks of past pains
Oh majestic healing forms through lifelong gains
Inscribed in mathematical formations are
Juxtapositions leaning towards the stars
Russell Sivey
Contest: METAPHOR: CRYSTAL
Sponsor: nette onclaud
3/17/2014
Rispetto 1 is one style, Rispetto 2 is another style
Categories:
juxtapositions, heart, life,
Form:
Rispetto
How can life be so beautiful
and so horribly ugly all at once?
This is the juxtaposition of all
juxtapositions.
The breathtaking beauty of
a sunrise or sunset,
the sounds of birds in a forest,
the sound of waves crashing
against rocks,
the soft velvet like skin
of a baby-
the look of love in your
loved one's eyes.
Things you never want compromised
but are often taken for granted.
It all comes down to the
good, the bad and the ugly.
I never want to see mass shootings again-
had enough of those to
last a life time.
But I do love seeing people
come together for a common good.
I never want to see children
taken from their parents and
locked up in cages.
But I do long to see walls torn down
and a welcoming to all
humankind.
However, in this life there will
always be a constant friction
of divisiveness
of hearts.
It's up to each of us to decide
which mirror we will
reflect.
Categories:
juxtapositions, allusion, angst, appreciation,
Form:
Free verse
"The Forgotten Poets"
Saints and Sinners
all calling out for
forgiveness
and wanton recognition
de Sade like minds
libertine and revolutionary
Saints living out their penance
kiss the sharp lips of Sinners
Juxtapositions of souls
Sinners become divine
Saints become unhinged
more human, mortalised
willingly they are led
They Become
Love makes us
All Hallowed Souls
intrepid and invisible
crazed with courage
walking unseen through
the sanctified temples
of the lost and isolated,
The Forgotten Poets
Manifesting, we are mesmerized
We are actuaries counting lives
through the hidden words
and forsaken numbers
along the jagged lines
absent of what
is most deeply sought
ruthless has been the confiscation
to spend our ink on clean sheets
imprinting heat we brand our marks
beating in time and out of time
a tattoo on a body of work
that will eventually be stroked
souls are traded
we are all bought
by the vanity to be read and seen eternally
understood by the Unseen who gifts us
A moment
to cross the static mind
to draw a line between
Trust and the Lies
We are Sensate
tracing softly the streets
in a lover’s open palm
to slide a finger sensuously,
provocatively
towards the crossroad
of an unclothed and vulnerable
upturned wrist
feel the pulse tickled
in the moist hollows of somewhere
a whispered breath
along a neck kissed
Communing with cunning alchemy
manifesting what is not said
through broken hearts
and the tears of half open doorways
closing on pasts best forgotten
wrapping our thoughts like
warm legs around the burning
Divine
leading us into temptation
with
futures and promises
(LadyLabyrinth / 2020)
“Certain souls may seem harsh to others,
but it is just a way, beknownst only to them,
of caring and feeling more deeply.”
Marquis de Sade
"My passions,
concentrated on a single point,
resemble the rays of a sun
assembled by a magnifying glass:
they immediately set fire
to whatever object they find in their way"
Marquis de Sade
Categories:
juxtapositions, poets, sensual, symbolism,
Form:
Romanticism
Oh God what is wrong with your people
Can you feel it, the pain and the loss
Are we each to be martyred and broken
Our sentence to end on the cross
The world cries in vain, for a leader
You killer, you pervert, you *****
As each tears the other, to pieces
Still they clamber to sit on that chair
There are those that wilfully plunder
The riches they claim, as their right
Though it’s tearing their neighbour, asunder
So what! that’s the way of the fight
Political puppets still pending
On election results, for to see
Who will skin from the hides of the lowly
For their flesh or their lucre to bleed
Keep changing their juxtapositions
One falls and another one rises
From party to party, they party
Securing, political prizes
Policies, policies, policies
Whilst we drown in a whirlpool, of ****
Political correctness abounds
If themselves aren’t the victims of it
How the dead they must roll, in their graves
As daily they’re Joined, by their kin
As political promise piles higher
Eclipsed by the weight of their sins
A country of saints and of scholars
Of singers, of poets and of bards
Condescension and greed, are her virtues
Our fate’s in the twist, of the cards
We wait, with the Wonder of children
A president, let us rejoice
A future of change, in the making
A fool, without even a voice
Break the chains, of the bastards, before you
Can’t you see, we’re all sick of the lies
As suicides mount up, daily
Can’t you hear it, the pain in their cries
A leader who’ll fight for the people
In these times, that are hotter than Hell
Will no-one stand tall, for the feeble
Only history ….. and time, it will tell
Categories:
juxtapositions, betrayal, corruption, ireland, political,
Form:
Rhyme
Tucked away underneath my pillow one simple slip of paper
with wild words of love written that I could not loose nor taper
juxtapositions, each other's opposite attracts but when attacked
the writer goes in hiding the coward in me has been smacked
Morning arrives to find a broken soldier at the cusp of poetry
I write down the truth only the truth and then I hide my cutlery
Deep down I wanted you to find it, with you love is never free
I left you for a life, uncrumpling the note I signed it , " Its me!"
January 15, 2020
Categories:
juxtapositions, analogy, lost love,
Form:
Couplet
Depressed
Angry
Hopeless, mental fatigue
Social media – a toxic cerebral disease?
We’re addicted to an image
Humanity - an insatiable virtual lust
Greed, gluttony, and envy
The juxtapositions - intrigue woven with disgust
Intoxicated by the fantastic stories
A dark emotional bottomless hole
We do our best to disconnect
Troubled by the fact – we still want to know
Mesmerized by the beautiful shadows
Addicted to our own self-disdain
We willingly return to the conflict
That recapitulates the pain
It’s not social media
Driving us insane
It’s our distorted perceptions
That’s destroying our brain
Nothing is as it seems
It’s our thoughts that make it so
Discern wisely
Take it all in – now, let it all go
Categories:
juxtapositions, addiction, anger, anxiety, conflict,
Form:
Rhyme
Denouement
The plot thickens broadens in plastered confused juxtapositions
over time there and then weaves tapestries lost unfound caught
Viscous tears dried out shed rivers searching oases oceans of love
squeeze suffering hatred solid misconceptions scripted resolve
Crocheted dreams unsnarled in disguise colour rainbows stain-bows
stain blows and arrows offer inkblots from coiled council reconcile
Waters cascades cataclysmic beginnings alleviate alluvion’s weight
skirmish tease entice droplets of truths splashing change alteration
Naïve native losses childish unadulterated tangential torrents unfold
allude inundate delude adulthoods’ illusions commence from afresh
Under the bridges of ricocheted echoes trickle drops from Styx to
Ganges feed and contend with the seagulls and vultures of life
The story line concocts and conceives tell retells and remembers
the past as it blends narrates a misty final initiation’s webbed spray
Resolute resolution wets the gills washes clouds spins them around
until springs guzzle project thoughtful narration to entangle once more
Denouement Renewal De-new-ment confer contain depositions repositioned
as some tangling wisdom posits one swims in the same ocean never again
09th August 2016
Originally entered for contest 'Denouement' judged 24th August 2016
Categories:
juxtapositions, change,
Form:
Free verse
Analyzing satires celeste images defined?!
Archtypes born side by side; carmine halos....
Transcending tangibles collective bell jar host
Internal objectives journey through the superlatives
Austere tides; juxtapositions museful nirvana eyes!?
Gazing upon celebral traces marking barefoot sands....
Latitudes showers from variables littoral clouds anew
Raining verticals truths aligned beyound, imaginations shores
Lissome dynamics peering into the nows mirrored mind?!
Monolithic hues; retracing tangibles celeste analyzed....
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...."Majestic Mandamus" *
Categories:
juxtapositions, hope, life, love,
Form:
It feels as if this should be wrong
But after today I don’t think that there is such a thing as wrong or right
Because what if
What if
What if I have been going about my life with non-existent parallels, juxtapositions, black and whites?
Not what if, but why?
Why have I been wandering?
Why have I been looking at the world through my eyes?
These eyes, that are the spirit guide of my brain
These two things, that have been trained, conditioned, and molded
Into seeing
Seeing and labeling
Labeling and judging
Even when my eyes see, when they take a match, light it
Burn it
Flare it
Igniting neurons and thoughts that result it in a line of words and letters
“I won’t judge”
“I don’t care”
“I’m not one to stare”
Those in itself, in themselves, cause myself
To be what I don’t want to be
One thought, one red herring
Destined to be captured and sent to one of two prisons
Right or wrong
Right says its righteous
Wrong says it’s not righteous enough
One is seen as week the other as too rough
But why have I been listening to these eyes?
That in themselves makes me a prisoner
Two keys that force me to see in ways that I have been taught
Why can’t I listen with my soul?
And see with my heart?
Because this is what I have been taught.
But I can recognize that this train of thought
Can be
Derailed
Redirected
As long as I saw.
Categories:
juxtapositions, life, me,
Form:
Prose Poetry