Best Opposites Poems
We are polar opposites trying to connect,
Walking through a field of land mines.
Sometimes we don't make it through
Without becoming a bit maimed.
I am the steadfast flower in your garden,
The one that always grows back.
Even if abused, I find a way to blossom.
Tethered together by an invisible cord
Our deep love somehow endures.
We knew how different we were before
We felt compelled to share our lives.
We told ourselves opposites attract.
Now as age and illness becomes entwined
We have become shells of our vibrant
Selves who once took on the world united.
I refuse to succumb to the harsh winter
As I cling to the hues of our harvest years.
I will keep it at bay with songs in the sun
Warming both our hearts 'till winter comes.
7-5-15
You have elegance
Poise and grace
A certain sophistication
And what was once called “it”
You have beauty
And sex appeal
You know what you’ve got
And how to use it
You have style
And fashion sense
You know what goes
And what does not
So answer me this
Why do you choose?
As your date
A tattooed Neanderthal
I love books that have no end,
truth that is hard to bend,
letters I forgot to send,
and reading them again,
unmade beds that invite,
stories I need to write,
eating ice cream with contrite,
knowing wrong is sometimes right,
I love grass that needs mowed,
a garden that feeds my soul,
boots that kick my toes,
boats I never row,
bridges that go nowhere,
the triple dog I dared,
knowing my love was fair,
falling up the stairs,
I love price that's worth the cost,
my mind that I found lost,
tomatoes that never rot,
the demons that I fought,
never having enough on my plate,
hearing words you can't say,
leaving when I was told to stay,
being the keeper of my own fate.
~Vickie Thayer~
We don’t have much in common
We don’t think the same
I prefer the sunshine
And you like the rain
I’d rather read a book
While you watch TV
But in the bedroom
We have Chemistry
You are conservative
I’m a liberal
I am always on the move
You keep standing still
You have few close friends
I like everyone I meet
But we dance so well
When we’re between the sheets
I like my food spicy
You prefer it mild
Your manner is mature
I act like a child
You watch your money closely
I am frivolous
But we meld into one
When I touch you like this
Opposites attract, or so they say
You and I are as different as night and day
But when we get alone and we start to play
I know I wouldn’t want you any other way
I like getting lost
While you need a map
I am restless all day
And you take a nap
I like to laugh at my movies
You’d rather shed a tear
But at the end of the day
We must have our bodies near
So watch your TV
I’ll go read a book
I’ll order take out
And you can cook
Go out with your friends
I’ll go make some new ones
But when the sun goes down
We’ll get together for some fun
Of course, the moon, for luminous
is wise; having seen quite clearly
man's truths and many lies – where
the sun, far brighter, turns away
eyes...one must look also to the
shadows, for both joys and sighs
How light and dark, opposite appearing
side by side!--leaving one into the other
often a short stride: as with cycles of
dawn, and our journey's of dusk
the heart is tender
and the heart is lust
Simplicity
quiet, yielded
resting, trusting, opening
heart, breath — burden, labyrinth
tangling, questioning, striving
restless, shadowed
Complexity
When one excites
the other calms.
When one is worried
the other soothes.
When one is rough
the other smooths.
We go together
like sweet and sour.
We're the same
yet different too.
We can't fit in
the same shoes.
But we like the sky
and the stars above.
And we both like
being in love.
We share our cookies
and our milk
Because he likes the chocolate
and I like the cream.
And we both dare to dream.
If I'm sad
he makes me laugh.
If he's mad
I act daft.
I like red
and he likes blue.
Together we make
a lovely purple hue.
If I'm broken
he fixes me up.
I'm the sugar
in his cup.
We come together
whatever we do.
Like a plus and a minus
we stick like glue.
He hypnotizes
and I magnetizes
Cause opposites attract
and that's a fact!
Copyright: Jan. 24, 2017
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Lost
Selfish, sensual
Controlling, smoldering, rebelling
Sulkiness, steeliness, strongness, special
Understanding, sympathizing, loving
Spiritual, steadfast
Saved
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Contest: Alphabet Soup
Letter chosen: S
love
devoted, affectionate
adoring, cherishing, loving
attraction, passion, bitterness, animosity
despising, loathing, hurting
acrimonious, abhorrent
hate
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How might our feeling-language
play its stretching role
toward imagining ourselves and others
differently than we believe we,
and they,
truly are
on our best
and worst day?
Can you find a difference between dark problems, as issues,
and lighter opportunities, as possible resolutions,
in how they feel deeply heavy v. widely bright,
but this difference is not that of opposites within themselves,
so much as dialectical cause-effect appositional feeling
diseased
uneased
and easy.
Issues like gun control
and anger management
and rabid climate warming
feel too dark and heavy and unpleasant
to those who love control
and fresh air
and clean water
and nutritious soil
and other healthy things--
not so sure about giving way to violence,
but certainly loving sufficient power
to control my future
with human privileged you.
Anyway,
opportunities to control ballistic violence
and re-air issues from a freshly potentiating perspective,
and to water clean health,
rather than develop dark issues and constituencies
living as monoculturally over-consuming AnthroMobs
feel lighter,
more enlightened,
perhaps even a bit more,
I don't know,
maybe bipartisan rebalancing
our WinWin CoOperative Power Game.
How might our interior and exterior therapeutic voices
learn to speak
through cognitive-affective dark-languaged dissonance,
for engaging co-invested awareness
of light feels good
and politically healthy
and compellingly bright
as night contrasting day
Unjust dusk
predicting yet another peaceful dawn?
i am matter---love, antimatter
never to meet save to explode
i am space, love is time
parallel dimensions never to meet
Full of hot air
Cool to the touch
Want to jump up and scream
Why don't you use silence as the golden rule
and sit down
Want to go left
But rights the only right away
Want to paint the town in grey
Who needs colour anyway
You find yourself higher than a kite
But than again as lower than a slug
Broken brain
Fix with glue
Filling your pockets with change
Just to find out that everything stayed the same
Red with anger
Green with envy
Let the darkness foreshadow your thinking
Lights to bright
No ideas
To racing thoughts
Walk up right
Run away
Who needs circles when you can have squares
Seniors and babies are the same
except for age, wear diapers, eat soft foods and have no teeth
Miss Miya
Like
This is too easy a lemon couldn't squeeze he, the blind couldn't see free, I wouldn't want to be T, didn't break a leg I cracked my left knee, it's not good luck if you're as bad as can be, why would I be cool with all this hot energy, and don't take your time if my meetings at 3, just know i'm happy for you but more mad at me, worry bout it too much your mind it'll eat, if it's your fault take responsibility, oh my god, is wonderful and lovely...
(P.S)
I wrote this poem in about 20 minutes with some tricky thinking on the sarcastic and opposite meaning phrases we say everyday and flipping them to the logic side.
I'm kind of a new poet but i'm learning the in's and out's to this pretty throughly. Hope you enjoy!
The left side of my brain wrote a letter to my right side, just the other day.
It read “Dear Mr Righty, it seems we’re exactly different in every single way.
I, the Left, I do directions, do logic, do math- compute like a hawk.
Whilst you, well, you can, like, see things, guess and, well, listen to people talk.”
“I, the Left, can do the memory stuff, yeah, I remember the great math discoveries I made.
I made whist you were wrecking the organisation of the paints while you played.
Even though you’ve suffered, laughed and joked just like a once proud friend
I feel we should go our separate ways, I’ve calculated our friendships at an end”
Then the right wrote back in highlighted yellow pen. “It seems you forgot this morning
You weren’t hit by the car, you said it was intuition, but it was me, giving a warning.
Or the time you were stuck with how to draw that weird thought for your math lecture.
It was me, your close right friend, simply making it look like delicate architecture.”
“I think we’re like co-joined twins with our own ideal, our thought, our principle.
Against each other we’d create a war, but together, we’re invincible.”
The left side of my brain wrote a letter to my right side, just the other day.
They shook hands, hugged and decided not to leave my head, they decided to st
15 Feb 2016
Husband
taller happier
entertain comfort love
geekish artistic athletic nerdy
imagine create read
short serious
Wife