Best Opposition Poems
A Reflection
My soul is one, my body is one.
I soaked my soul in drink.
And like my stone, cold heart
my dark, dark soul did sink.
My soul is one, my body is one.
They do not always blend
broken mirror, broken glass,
Twins clash in opposition.
My soul is one, my body is one,
like the sign of the yin and the yang.
Red wolves waiting in ambush,
Watching, snarling, . . . circling, glaring.
Walking barefoot on crackled glass.
One is my soul; one is my body.
In the silence of my mind,
the soft voice whispers “this too shall pass.”
In time, my soul should feel.
And in the place of my poor, tired heart,
a stained-glass window heals.
How can I express to you what it is that I really think
Words, vague expressions of though, only touch the brink
I try my very best to get the point across
Each time feeling that I am at a loss
Difficult as the situation may have always seemed
I always challenged that doubt and always dreamed
Doubt has fought back, and now hope is at it's end
Now only despair and loneliness do I have, to lend
The time has come for great sorrow
Now there is no yesterday nor tomorrow
Only the present, which is absent of all bliss
My own thoughts telling me what I will miss
Never did I have the chance to look into your eyes
So sad that before even knowing you, I must say goobye
Let His will be done
God covers the soil with grass
Man paves the ground
Flirting with oppositional screams
As I grip the reins of a strangled soul
Is not as simple to me as life or death
Moments that are only memories flickering
Like a candle that is burning out
eventually the wick will be spent
The last lick of the flame is what will
Recapture the spirit within these windows
Shining through the cracks
Of this numb body shines a sober
Happiness with a glass shattering
World's away difference
Resiliency riding by my side
Is strength that I own with pride
Flying overhead towards the answers
As if I were jumping onto a moving train
My heart thumps nervously accepting
The truth will not always be what I want
Making up my mind and sticking to it
Is the one peak I climb to reach with gusto
My brown eyes gaze into your blues,
Staring up despite my shoes,
Smile dominated by your grin,
Stubble scratching silky skin,
Earnest while you are easygoing,
Our differences are ever showing,
A coat for me, T-shirt for you,
T-Rex versus Blink 182,
Old Converse shoes the mud conceals,
Reflected in my New Rock heels,
A bag in which my life to squeeze,
A pocket for your cash and keys,
You like spirits, I drink juice,
We order both and call a truce,
And bow in mutual submission,
United in our opposition.
Lorenzo Pietro Berra
was every opposition’s terror
to watch him on film
is like deja vous all over again
Fear is the opposite of love
Odium. Rejection.
Love is
Acceptance
Openness
Appreciation
For what Is.
Hard over soft,
Dark over light,
Heartless to heart full-
But emptiness, you choose
A choice!
And you retreat
Alone
For fear is the opposite of love
unwavering.
Everlasting.
Abundant.
And so you choose
A choice
For you know not
That true love is freedom.
We are ecological science
and con-science
and unconsciousness.
We are story
and egological storyteller
and unknown
unheard
unseen.
Earth's humane act
and actor
and theologically transcendent stasis.
The dance
and dancer
and deaf
and frozen
The song
and singer
and silent
muted
anticipation
and anxiety.
The play
and player
and absent
uninvited
worker.
The thought
and thinker
and feeler
and numb.
The garden
and gardener
and consumer
and starving.
The Earth
and EarthTribe
and Ego
and Interdependent
DNA and RNA place-timed relatives,
matriarchal regenerators
regenerations
degenerations
ungenerated energy
entropy
untropy
anti-morphic
metamorphic
metaphor.
We are leftbrain either/or polynomial
rightbrain polyphonic
ecopolitically polypathic
positive trust energy democracies
health/wealth
ego/ecosystems
bilateral
bicameral
binomial nonzero-sum balancing
The science story,
and consciousness storytellers
and yet unconscious
unfelt
unknown,
The patriarchal history
of and for eco-matriarchal mystery.
As I humbly sit here with you today,
I realize the choices I have made,
Do they do me in or
Have I been forgiven.
I never meant to hurt you so,
I never meant for hurt to grow.
I lived a life out of love,
It turned its back on me,
And made me cry to the angels above.
I believed in You oh so real,
I cry to You now to keep me here.
This sorrow filled heart has grown somewhat dim.
And my heart now yearns for Him.
I was given a gift of life,
The most beautiful indeed,
But these thoughts are buckling my brain,
Such foolishness,
Never meant to hurt like this.
Please heal me now,
Please keep me amidst,
This beautiful plane of Consciousness.
I want my childhood thought filled bliss.
I am surrounded in a storm of love,
Please heal me now,
I’d only be a fool to miss this.
Loving ever longing for one’s foolish kiss.
Wake me up,
From whatever I have fallen victim to.
It’s your heart I want to please,
So I live it out through mine.
Let the thoughts fade and your love shine.
~Sealion
THERE ARE MILLIONS
OF DOORS IN THE UNIVERSE
THAT LEAD TO DESIRED
AND UNDESIRED DESTINATIONS.
I OPENED A DOOR TO
A WORLD OF OPPOSITION.
A WORLD OF DARKNESS.
FILLED WITH HATRED ANIMOSITY
ANGER AND JEALOUSY.
I SAW NO REASON.
IN FACT I SAW NOTHING.
NOT EVEN MY OWN HAND
IN FRONT OF MY OWN FACE.
I BEGAN TO FEEL ISOLATED,
UNWANTED, REJECTED
UNFIT TO BE PRESENT,
AS IF I DID NOT BELONG.
IT'S NOT A SECRET.
ISOLATION DESTROYS
OUR PHYSICAL,
MENTAL AND EMOTIONAL
WELL BEING.
PHYSICAL, MENTAL
AND EMOTIONAL
COMMUNICATION IS
ESSENTIAL TO THE WELL BEING
OF THE HUMAN SPECIES OF MAN.
I THOUGHT TO MYSELF
LORD JESUS HELP ME.
WHAT DID I GET MYSELF INTO.
I ASKED MYSELF HOW
COULD SUCH A WORLD EXIST.
I REALIZED I WAS STANDING
IN DARKNESS. SUCH EVILS
CAN NOT BE SEEN WITH OUT
BELIEVING IN SUCH BELIEFS.
WITHOUT COMMUNICATION
WITH OUR CREATOR
WE ARE NOTHING
MORE THAN LOST SOULS
WONDERING THE UNIVERSE
IN DARKNESS, ISOLATED
FROM UNDERSTANDING
THE GIFT OF COMMUNICATION.
THE WORDS INTERNAL LIGHT
FLOATED TO THE SURFACE
OF MY THOUGHTS. AT THIS
MOMENT I FELT AND I KNEW
I WAS NOT ALONE.
POSITIVE THINKING CREATES
POSITIVE THOUGHTS.
POSITIVE THOUGHTS CREATE
POSITIVE ENERGY.
POSITIVE ENERGY IS
POSITIVE COMMUNICATION
FROM WITHIN.
LIFE IS GREAT, FANTASTIC, INCREDIBLE
AND AT TIMES UNBELIEVABLE.
WHY WOULD ANYONE
OR ANYTHING WANT TO
LIVE WITHOUT INTERNAL LIGHT.
WITH THE LORD BY MY SIDE
AND INTERNAL LIGHT
TO LEAD THE WAY.
I TRAVELED THIS WORLD.
NAVIGATED THROUGH AND
AROUND THIS WORLD
POSSESSED CONSUMED AND
SURROUNDED WITH OPPOSING ENERGY.
MY OBSERVATIONS REVEALED
THE SELF INFLICTED WOUNDS
OF OPPRESSION AND THE ACCEPTANCE
OF WORTHLESSNESS
AND SELF DESTRUCTION.
PROGRAMMED INTO THEIRS MINDS
BY THOSE WHO OPPOSE
THE INTERNAL LIGHT
THAT LEADS TO HIGHER LEVELS
OF CONSCIOUSNESS
AND WELL BEING.
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If he who does not know kept silent, discord would cease.
~ Socrates
Squabbling with words; spats in opposition
can bring about discord and suspicion
Christians should be able to live in harmony
or their accord and union will atrophy
What kind of world must humans think to mold
in bringing warmth and not a chilling cold
fashioning traits with kind words of diction
not spawning hurtful thoughts, causing friction
Antagonism unfolds to reveal hostility
ruining mutual trust and tranquility
With staunch optimism, I faithfully pray
that no chasm of rancor will whorl my way
For as long as the risen sun casts mornings in glory
we will not bind our souls with fear and worry
Each night a profusion of stars shines from above
I pray one day we will all share brotherly love
*My head is not buried in the sand, and I don't wear rose-colored
glasses, but I'd rather have positive thoughts than negative ones
about our tomorrows.
I was born amidst a million
White as defined
An American
There are those I never met
But, because of color
They say I am privileged
Do they know
This is all
I ever knew
I've never owned another skin
Perhaps young, out of ignorance
I was judgmental
But, not out of hatred
Twas the messengers God sent
Which brought understanding to this
Still my skin is what it is
But, all are my divine kin
And my heart weeps for those
That continue to divide us
I know opposition must remain
In all things
But, that doesn't mean
I cannot fight till the end
Your body has two opposition parties
Front liberals, back conservatives
Never eat from one plate
Never say hello to the other
When one faces east
The other faces west
When one faces north
The other faces south
When one looks at rising Sun
The other waits for setting Sun
When one sleeps on ground
The other looks at the sky
But try to ask them, “Why do this in my body?”
It is only the front that answers you
Speaking through ignorant interpreter
The mouth, says “leave us alone”
The kings of backgammon, descendants of
Bulgarian kings and Austro-Hungarian princes
Russian counts and countesses, Czech barons
Your ancestors have seen better days.
They accepted their fate as the natural state of affairs
And when it turned out to be just a fickle fortune
They had the nurture and tact not to show their shock,
Though usually such a ruthless discovery crushes many.
Now, as you spend your days playing backgammon in smoky cafes
You rarely remember the fragments of days gone by.
You've learnt to rejoice in trifling victories, and not to be disheartened by losses.
The descendants of exiled kings and ruined nobles
They organise championships of sad joy
The winner owes a round of beer for everyone.
The new Russian opposition makes the right acquaintances
Just like the old one did a hundred years ago
And in their later years, they all convert to Catholicism
Since Orthodox churches don't have pews
At least with Catholics you can doze off unnoticed
With a sniff of incense through the candle light.
While volcanoes rehearse to show their teeth
lovers shouting from the well of the house
wave broken condoms rather than broken trust
conflate dissent on self-erasing slates
and prove worse than the old oxen
long following circuitous ways
billowing opposition, discalced defenders
they all assert superior dishonesty
sell cheap what is most dear or make
offences of new affections
I carry the tomb of unburied days
--R K Singh