Best Opposites Attract Poems
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~
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
"All Rights Reserved"
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
Generally, no kiss does attract opposite
But, necessary of course
For a definite purpose
Like in intercourse
Kiss is important incidence.
Kissing stimulates
With the same gender it complicates
But, more importantly with opposites.
Nevertheless, for opposites the more
Kissing is very afflictive!
Don’t joke….
Kissing is an ingredient between mates.
Kissing the lips is passionate love
Kissing the head is respect, irrespective
Kissing hand is submissive
Kissing the sensitive is to seduce
Could turn into malice unless you love
Kissing at times is to bid goodbye.
Kissing game
Sometimes for a price
You need to have practice
The spirit is drowningly, torridly enjoyable
Fullness in the act is a consummate
For opposites it could be explosive.
For honeymooners they need a license
Yet for live- ins never mind
But to be alive…
Kissing superhuman is superbly exhaustive!
In the biblical tragedy
Judas betrayed Jesus when kissed.
Dalila Agtani
8/21/12
Entered in PD's Kissing Game Contest
She was born with fire
Hot enough to burn bones to ash.
She was roaring
Screaming for home.
Then someone
Something
Put her out.
He was ice
Wind
Flying and chilling
Cold enough to fracture
Shatter someone.
But gentle
For the flower girl and then
nothing.
No more garden
He covered it all in ice until
Every petal crumbled.
Eons later
The fire met the ice and both were fierce,
Both were empty.
Threatening to fall
Into the darkness.
Saving each other,
Saving themselves.
The scorching flame
Licked the freezing winds
And magic scarred
Hearts and left.
Shadows sitting
Waiting for
Fire Heart
And the Hawk.
Like East and West you rose when I fell,
was that all we ever were?
Two poles that tried our best to,
with smiles like puddles, fit together right.
As gum does under a wooden table,
We dried up and hardened.
Your expression, once radiating untouched youth, seemed hardened.
And once your brow furrowed your smile fell,
like a fussy babe’s milk from the family table.
Acquaintances are what we had become, what we were.
Finding any fault in you solidified my right
to curse your name so I could feel something too.
Then I marched you forcefully to the guillotine to
damn and release you. Since my heart hardened
I felt our love had lost its rights,
a condemned criminal who lost it all when his defenses fell.
We looked at the time, which was more precious to you, as it were,
and you just tapped your feet under my table.
I cried “enough” and turned the tables.
Your indifference towards it was all too
much considering what we were.
But my will had hardened
and we could never last, come Fall.
You kissed my brow softly before you left and nothing felt right.
My heart, on a seemingly straight path, turned right,
and was consumed, ferociously, with silver forks on a table
by my loneliness, which rose when we fell.
And then I cried, not many tears, just two.
Once the salt from my tears had hardened,
I reassessed my emotion and tried to forget what we were.
But the shadows in my room you left behind were
keeping me from believing that it would ever be all right.
And though, when I let go my resolve for your absence hardened,
as I watched you stroll away from my table,
I couldn’t help but think we should still be two.
Defeated hopes and desires had nowhere to go, so they fell.
But the distances between us were so much more than a kitchen table,
And the intentions could never be right or natural too.
So I will rise and gain my hardened place in the sky and you can wait to fall.
He's up, I'm down. He's serious, I'm a clown.
He's red, I'm blue.
He's crazy, I'm...
well... I guess that makes us two.
I stood on a corner, act naturally they said !
There was a tap on my shoulder and I let out a silent scream
Good grief you scared me !. But no surprise there as you look like the living dead.
Now it could get pretty ugly as Military intelligence have said
A small guy with plastic glasses and tight slacks will sell me what I need
He walked up to us and said this may look like a genuine imitation well it is almost exactly the same.
you don't look terribly pleased with the diet ice cream
The moral of this sorry tale is opposites attract
Right a (poem lol ) using oxymoron's or the Most Unexceptional I could muster
It's said that opposites attract.
Recall how the north pole on one magnet
draws into the south pole of another,
and binds strongly together,
due to the strong attraction force between them.
When the opposite poles apart, get close together,
their fields interact, mutually strengthening
and drawing the other in to bind.
The alignment builds a strong force of attraction and a strong bond.
It's said that opposite types of people attract for many similar reasons.
Excitement of the new and novelty.
Ability to learn from each other.
It's a way to build balance,
filling the gaps in each other's own personality.
There's mutual fascination with the fundamental differences.
But, the face of love is another matter entirely.
For when looking for someone
to love among the sea of faces,
we can't get the image
of ourselves in the mirror
out of our heads.
The face of love is our own.
We complete each other's lines.
Couples are often twin lookalikes.
Let's face it!