Best Oxymoron Poems
Oxymorons are cynical and fun.
Be careful though if you want to use one.
If it is familiar, it may sound quite trite.
Which murders your poem with a harsh bite.
Deafening silence is way overdone.
Boisterously shy is a good one though, hon
Brilliant idiot may be available in a tweet.
But avoid cliques like bittersweet.
If you fear love, Love, love it cannot be,
Love’s always there to lift your spirit up,
Your sins to bear, like Christ on Calvary.
With love there‘s never a half empty cup.
Love's yoke is easy, its burden is light,
Love's lullaby’s there to rock you to sleep,
Love is never without tears for your plight,
Love needs no reminder its promise to keep.
It’s not love you fear, but death in disguise,
Love's absence, dressed up in its finery,
Still what do you gain fearing the moon’s rise,
Or that the sun will sink into the sea?
Death (if it exists) is just lack of love,
Love’s all that’s required death to vanquish,
Life is to love as hand is to a glove
And to just cling to life is a fool’s wish.
So while we have life let’s all share our love,
There’s no time like the present to do this,
Fill hearts both on earth and heaven above,
The miraculous gift born of a kiss.
prairie lighthouse
desert ship
arid ocean
soothing whip
ugly sunset
healing pain
somber puppy
fiery rain
gentle windstorm
happy wail
righteous sinner
see-through veil
eternal love
random fate
marriage vows
fleeting hate
The Oxymoron
Dark light flood - seeped the small room,
Music droned loud with a dull sharpness.
As people stood and danced alone together,
Violent sways of percussion brushed my ear
A teenage adult smiled grimly as courage fled,
When I, dared to ask the girl woman to dance.
I stood shuffling in brave fear like the living dead,
A serious joke that I hoped no one laughed at.
Her smile frowned as she moved in an irregular pattern,
I made my forward retreat to the other side of the room
And watched her then in the now deafening silence,
With such sweet sorrow, as she danced with another.
‘ Constructive-Criticism … (An Oxymoron, For All But A Few) ’
Constructive-Criticism Is Good, It’s True
But, I’ve Only Seen It Used Properly, By A Few …
‘Cause, One Thing I Know, That I Have Seen
‘Some’ Use Criticism, Just To Be Mean …
Then, The Term Should Be: Destructive-Criticism
‘Cause, They Ain’t Even Getting Paid! … To Spout Poison In ‘Em
I Know Then, They Want To Abuse, in Jealous-Individualism
So, Maybe, They Need An Enema, or Have An Embolism
Coming Up (or while under Construction) I Was Told
And The Engineer-Advice, Was As Good As Gold
‘ If You Can’t Say Something Nice, Don’t Say Nothing’ At All’
So, I Don’t Bomb Somebody’s Building, Just To Watch Them Fall
Constructive-Criticism, Don’t Sic That Dog On Me
Take It and Go Bark-Up, Somebody Else’s Tree
Take A Look At Your Own, Before You Tell Me What’s Wrong
You Know What You Can Do With That … (and The Horse You Rode On)
And In The Words of ‘Tom Snyder’, (The Idea I Relate):
“Just ‘Cause I Think Somebody’s Trying To Kill Me … Don’t Mean They Ain’t!”
And, If You Don’t Like My Building, There’s The Door, Walk Away
I Don’t Need You Cutting Down, My Structure of What I Say
And If Negative-Criticism, Is Under Construction ... That’s A Front !
When Have You Ever Heard of Something Negative, Building-Up ?
Maybe Somebody Dropped Them On Their Head As A Child
But That’s No Excuse To Criticize, Somebody Else, or Their Style
And that ' True ', for A Few, I Meant at The Beginning
Here Are The Ones, I Accept Their Condescending:
GOD … Loved-Ones … Close Friends … (and Me)
‘Cause I Am My Own Worst-Critic, You See …
Constructive-Criticism, That’s an “””Oxymoron”””
And Look How That Word Is Spelt … Hon
(I Prefer The Term: Commentator ( Cause I Love to Comment ! )
‘Cause I Want To Polish Your Metal, Without Leaving A Dent
when you enter
the void
it no longer is
Free flowing and defiant about me
I imagine my life a
Xanadu.
Constructive criticism,
A term oft misused.
In enhancing another's,
Daily performance.
Be politically correct,
and leave less abused.
Positive feedback,
Encourages conformance.
Scientific systems sometimes seem strangely simple, so say I.
Complex calculations can cause casual, concentrated conversations.
--- Sometimes I can be STUPIDLY SMART.
I literally love laughing at little, light Limericks.
Finally feeling fantastic following Friday’s frenzied finish.
--- Sometimes I FEEL SO GOOD IT HURTS.
Positive people perpetuate pleasant personalities.
Obviously oblivious of often onerous outcomes.
--- Sometime I WORRY that I live a WORRILESS life.
Typing tantalizing text to terminate tenth line.
--- I SOMETIMES ALWAYS comply with rules.
Sweet and salty
Deliciously complex
Nice, but naughty
Stripes with specks
Exalted face down
There but gone
A hopeful frown
An oxymoron
Let's be friends
At first I think
Giggles and grins
Too soon, you stink
True colors, vibrant
Rich and bold
Unpleasant. strident
Clashing hues roll
The opposite side
Of me, in action
The paint has dried
A blunt reaction
My pillow, a cloud
Peaceful dreams
Beneath a shroud
Blood curdling screams
The "butterfly"
A white girl raps
My horse and I
Saddle and chaps
Walk for the cause
Chiseled body
Gluttonous flaws
Eating naughty
These changes happened
Within the hour
My body strapped in
I have no power
Epigram #68:
OXYMORON
A thousand words align,
Not a pun or wit can sign.
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
05 April 2015
Singapore
Unopposed Oxymoron
This poem is light as a heavy contradicting complement
and rhymes with no correspondence of sound sharp at
the cutting horizon’s edge of melting confusing fission
Serious like a foolish jester and in trivial necessity it wants
to be chimed in disagreement discordant harmony figure
of speech silent shapeless tallies and out into central periphery
Traditional post-modern as an anchor less mooring unbound
a planar linear Oxo cube for poetry soups soaps speechless
rhetoric it says nothing’s everything all for refutation and proof
Cut as a half witted razor blade dull as laser bred dull diamond
the oxymoron in proximal distance joins divisions idiotic
intelligence bland precision in amorphous diffused clarity
I am nothing but and everything as I know to know nothing
where healthy insanity and clear normal madness when
condensed reflection and prismatic diffusion meets parting
My initial final backfiring telos in idle lazy effort’s endeavour in
rhyme and in lightness dissonant un-melodic featherless burden
is that being at different places in different times in the same
space and same moment is not an oxymoron but debatable truth
Written on 27th August in Johannesburg dateless timeless
and nowhere with a blank mind and mindful disregard
she wrote using only her left
I learned to write using my right
the dark took her heart to the night
I lived in sun and bright of light
she would say yes to caviar
to me it just sounded bizarre
she ate things that were too spicy
to me it sounded too dicey
she loved taking to the blue sky
I hated going high and fly
I was always just her one friend
never a word about boyfriend
true love thwarts logic, so in life
in time, she became my dear wife
she had a smile upon her face
people wondered what secret she had inside
she had kissed and cuddled shyness no trace
does that make me nearly pregnant she cried
pretty face without the tears
people said of her she was awfully nice
trusting everyone without fears
every body's friend, sadness no trace
oxymorons used. 1). nearly pregnant. and 2). awfully nice.
Penned 19 August 2016
I was a Moon in a dark abyss
Wandering alone in tormented solace
As aimlessly as a fish in a bowl
Glumly glad within my alien abode
In a spur ___ you appeared from Nowhere
A Blackhole pulling me towards its angelic snare
Rearranging the space time fabric ___
To a whole new realm ___ mystifying yet aesthetic
And I couldn't resist, for that Benignity
set my heart ablaze___ filled its Valence shell
Entwined with you I will step in eternity soon
Hoping, your floral rugs bear stars and moons..!!