Best Two Dimensional Poems
A paper man
Under paper clouds
The sky is falling
and he doesn’t know why
His edges are folded
He feels he’s undone
There isn’t any warmth
from a paper sun
Cellophane grass
Cardboard under feet
He has a paper girlfriend
With a paper heartbeat
His feelings feel flat
Just a few wrinkles
Paper snow is falling
A tinfoil star twinkles
A world of my creation
I just want to feel
Hoping my sky won’t fall
Nothing feels real
I’m three dimensional
Under a real sky
There’s hope beyond clouds
When my mind tries to lie
So I grasp for happy
A bit of pleasure too
Even when it’s not easy
It’s just what I do.
Inspired by a friend.
As men we are taught to keep our feelings to ourselves and suffer in silence. In 2012 I went through depression and it took me a long time to look for help. When our feelings are flat and the world feels two dimensional, seek help and reach out to a friend. There are people who love us. There is no reason to suffer in silence. Colour returned to my world and I am thankful. The sky didn’t fall even though in the moment it felt so real.
Categories:
two dimensional, angst, anxiety, depression, emotions,
Form:
Quatrain
If the unbearable lightness of being has pushed you to the brink of catastrophic meltdown,
walk to the edge of our flat two-dimensional existence
and take a leap of faith...
You may drift through space for quite some time
eyeing the stars, the planets, the galaxies
that make up the great and boring universe beyond.
Eventually you'll come across darker, scarier territory,
unseen with the naked eye
yet comprising 95% of all matter,
and all that matters,
otherwise known as the unconscious.
Some day you'll feel safer in the void,
more secure,
at peace.
With not one mirror in sight to reflect your self concept,
everything and nothing make perfect sense here,
for they are one and the same.
You are the only observer
of man's true final frontier
and his one and only mystery.
Categories:
two dimensional, imagination, introspection, mystery, space
Form:
Free verse
I travelled to the world of figments
A place of two dimensional beauty
Air brushed perfection
I tried to look beyond manufactured proportions
Pasted on smiles
Glowing skin
I did not belong there
Not tall enough
Broad enough
I smiled my crooked smile
Reached out to touch a hand
Caress a perfect breast
Kiss those luscious lips
She vanished from my finger tips
No substance there
In the land of perfect hair
Sexy eyes that stare
Yet no one is there
Just a figment of my mind
In a studio designed
Yet sadly for us
Figments seem so real
They effect
The way we feel
We can never get enough
We dress like them
We want their stuff
Searching for those hollow dreams
Amongst the pages of a magazine
Trying to create the perfect scene
I must Step away
Clear my mind
Choose a pathway redefined
Chase what's real
Not fab design
Those empty dreams were never mine
Figments can never satisfy
Two dimensions are cold and dry
What they call a dream
Is all a lie
I take back my life
So that I can fly
The power of the media makes people feel less than they are.
Time to take back the power and see ourselves in a new light.
Embrace three dimensional beauty and strive to be the one
and only incomparable one of a kind.
Categories:
two dimensional, beautiful,
Form:
Free verse
“Celluloid Intermezzo Indigo”
"Black and White ain’t colour," he says
"Colour is very Black and White", she says
"A person shows their true colours -
Black and White"
"Colour is very Black and White", she says
Dark and Light
Black and White
Celluloid is two dimensional
Dark and Light
Mirrors another dimension entirely…
Celluloid is two dimensional
What dimensions exist in the mind?
Mirrors another dimension entirely…
She moves out of Time, Arrested development
What dimensions exist in the mind?
Remove all full stops and brackets, Freedom wins in rhyme
She moves out of time, Arrested development
Scry with water, light reflection waves in a dark room
Remove all full stops and brackets, Freedom wins in rhyme
Another life ripples in Time and blooms
Scry with water, light reflection waves in a dark room
Ghosts in the mirror now walk in, in Time and tune
Another life ripples in Time and blooms
Celluloid Intermezzo Indigo in Runes
Lovejoy-Burton/April 2018
“In Music, an Intermezzo in the most general sense, is a composition which fits between other musical or dramatic entities, such as acts of a play or movements of a larger musical work.”
"The face is the mirror of the mind, and eyes without speaking confess the secrets of the heart."
St Jerome
1. "Gentlemen Take Polaroids", Japan.
https://genius.com/Japan-gentlemen-take-polaroids-lyrics
2. Runes
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Runes
3. "Our Secret Garden", Peter Murphy
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8uJUQ0ncDcs
Categories:
two dimensional, dark, imagery, light,
Form:
Pantoum
You are the absence
And yet the presence
Following
Like I owe you
Something
You fade in and out
Of existence
Lurking
In the sunlight
Casting doubt
On my bright thoughts
Two dimensional
Grey and quietly
Stalking
Unsensational
And yet..
You are faithful
Ever present
The shadow heart of me
We walk in time
You never criticize
I should credit you
For loyalty
And not despise
I created you
You form part of me
You cast me
You are my 'who'
Extend me safely
Allow me to protect
Others from the glare
As the spotlights detect
You are soul's proof
Of existence
The silent witness
SS
21st September 2023
Shadows Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Regina McIntosh
*WINNER* Placed 3rd
Categories:
two dimensional, sorry, spoken word, sun,
Form:
Free verse
In your photograph, I see your face,
As does the entire world.
Do they see what lies beyond,
Inside, that little girl?
As I look into your eyes
I sense you dream, you hope.
I pray each time I gaze at them
For days that you can cope.
In your smile, I see reality
Has contributed to your view.
Two dimensional image we see,
But never, the real you.
There’s more to you than meets the eye,
the readers should all know.
But, they will only ever see
That which you will only show.
I looked upon your photo today
And saw the beauty in you.
If others ever dare to see,
Then they will love you, too.
Categories:
two dimensional, people,
Form:
Quatrain
Recital / free verse / Pride
Expectation rushes in
As her silent walk begins
All eyes staring
Watching for a hint of emotion
But none revealed
As she takes her place among the muses
No one breathes as her studious eyes
Examine the two-dimensional codes
Then silence breaks
As both hands spring into fantastical dance
On an ever changing ivory and ebony stage
Mellifluous tones, conspicuously full and rich,
Transport all on an uplifting emotional journey
Ears, minds, hearts and lungs
Feasting on delicious pabulum of spirit
Soon tortuous movements diminish
The fantastical dance declines
With final notes
Striking harmonious chords
Deep into our psyche
Our ethereal journey ends
And we gently land where we began
She pauses, then rises
To a cacophony of applause
All eyes staring
Watching for a hint of emotion as she exits
But none revealed
Save a quick glance & brief smile
Acknowledging her proud parent's pounding hearts
Misting eyes and beaming faces
Recital / tanka / Pride
smooth operator
flawless rhapsody in blue
climax conclusion
cacophony of applause
with proud parents’ pounding hearts
Categories:
two dimensional, daughter, music, parents, pride,
Form:
Free verse
I STAND…
God gave me insight and I did not shy away.
I went in and found my life had been self-proclaimed.
My footsteps was not discourage to the discovery of self.
As I entered, my mind was not overwhelmed.
It was as if my intellect was two dimensional.
Therein, I pillared my mental domain.
My confessions was none.
I had lived a rightful life and no wrong had I done.
God fearing, I knew to put my trust in him.
He is my strength and salvation and never misleading.
I became fulfilled with the Holy Spirit.
I spoke in tongue via English.
My skin felt as smooth as a silk cloth.
My eyes liberated shimmering teardrops.
I was not afraid to expose my joy to the world.
Denotation was the impact.
The sun beamed in fortifying my essence.
I realized that my life was a gift.
In the middle of the universe, I stand…
____________________________________
Penned January 20, 2015!
Categories:
two dimensional, relationship, strength, time, uplifting,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
Thoughts froth, crest, and merge through ocean’s
indiscriminate wandering, no recognizable
beginning or end like smoke on the wind,
melding, melting, fusing coalescing.
Reality a fragile grasp held on
a two-dimensional canvas once white,
clean, stretching taunt, taunt as the
implausible reality of our existence-
existence standing, stranding, hair, fur, frond's
weaving about crowns of trees in rye fields.
Everything alive, writhing, wanting,
needing, thriving, dying-skin crawling reality
like orange oil on the hollow cheeks of despair.
Pain, defies, belies, confusion's frame stretching
upon illusion's claim-eye to hand, hand to brush
the clean, white, membrane between brain pan and
paint pan. No recognizable beginning or end
melding, melting, fusing, coalescing-gone.
Self-Portrait with Fur Cap, Bandaged Ear & Pipe
Vincent van Gogh (1853-1890 Dutch)
First Published in Five Poetry Magazine 2013
Categories:
two dimensional, art,
Form:
Free verse
Everyone, from children to grownups,
carry the world in their hands, they see the past
and the future simply by the move of their thumbs and fingers;
from their very spot they fly in the air hanging onto the mixture of
illusion and reality.
The little glass plate they are staring at is,
though, a two dimensional world, they go
beyond the fourth dimension and reach the world of infinity,
the time of conception to death, while creating a totally anew concept
of time that is a mixture of kairos and chronos.
Because you see everything at the same time
in this little glass plate, layer after layer of thickened image
starts to fall to cause the chaos, the distorted image crumbles.
When a child finds Hydra in the little flat glass plate he held,
he challenges Hydra, and after a long difficult fight, though
he cuts a head off from this great serpent, a drop of blood
numbs the child, with venom spitting out from the mouths
of the remaining heads it deadens the child. Then, after all,
the Hydra’s blood and venom overtake the child’s shrunken brain,
the child becomes a fierce monster himself.
For a grownup,
while watching Laokoon and his two children locked in the coils of
hissing snakes, agonizing. He undergoes unbearable torment himself,
as if Laokoon was tortured by the snakes, stretching his arms in the air
to grab something that may lessen the intensity of horror.
From the touch of smooth
but cold skin of the snake,
he shudders, he frightens, he feels death.
The child, comes and goes from here to yonder world in no time,
led by the move of his fingertip, he came and sat with the devil
face to face, tries to trade junk the devil offers with his soul, though
immature, he is therefore reckless, but innocent.
The grownup who haunted by anguish,
walks on the path of life and death, because
he is unable to shake off the bad-omen he carries;
is now sitting in front of a poker table and through
the little flat glass plate in his palm, gazing at the numbers
on the playing cards; he irons his ragged soul with steaming-hot-iron
for external appearance, the soul that even the devil won’t take in
pledge for filthy lucre.
It’s outrageous but,
all generations alive today, seem to be confined
in the little flat glass plate, they live as the slave of the fingertip.
Categories:
two dimensional, culture, technology, world,
Form:
Free verse
Children learn by the games they play
the games you teach them to control
They watch your eyes, they watch your smile
your opinions take a heavy toll.
Do you teach them to run and jump high
or lead them into a darkened room.
Do you give them guns and sword play
or send them outside to grow and bloom.
Have you explained the hurt, and the pain
which comes from the letting of blood
or glorified taking of sides
and bleeding victims crushed in the mud.
Two dimensional deeds plant red seeds
in the fertile fields of growing minds.
*title credit to Crosbey Stills and Nash
Categories:
two dimensional, childhood, games,
Form:
Sonnet
Frog playing violin
Perforated Ceiling Washer
White Dot Wassily Kandinsky
©Rajat Kanti Chakrabarty
16 December 2014
Notes:White Dot was painted in 1923 while Kandinsky was a professor at the Bauhaus. He combined various shades of white which are thought to imply possibilities in life and bold curving shapes of black which portray the antithesis, death. Interspersed are varying shades of red, blue and yellow.
The circle was the perfect shape to Kandinsky and he felt it was "the synthesis of the greatest oppositions". He believed it led to the 4th dimension and was seen throughout many of his works of art during this period. The black circle with the white dot draws the viewer's eye to the upper right of the canvas with an intensity that is broken by the "squiggled" black line that bisects the canvas on the diagonal. The triangles as well as other shapes appear throughout the piece broken by diagonal black lines. Not only do layered planes of color give this two-dimensional painting depth but tonal variations of color on a given shape lends a three dimensional feel as well.
Kandinsky's connection to music is felt as the riot of colors and various shapes can be compared to the arrangement of musical notes. The combination of angles and curved lines as well as bold color and shaded forms imbue the painting with energy and one could expect to hear a symphony resonating off the canvas.
Categories:
two dimensional, art,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Her heart is stone cold she cannot be loved
A wall a defence she's built years to protect
Raw emotion nor attraction ever expressed
Heart closed to letting inside her chest
This wall has withstood the test of time
But for what benefit? to strengthen mind?
A saviour from feelings she wants to deny
Not ever experience what life is like to know
Perfect world in her eyes, no tears to be felt
All thoughts simply a matter of black and white
No colour, no sunshine, no rainbow or smile
Just a two dimensional life, day and night
The heart unloved is surrounded by steel
Long supressed emotions no longer real
Stripped and seperated mind and heart
How long can one sustain until falling apart
This world sealed for her until death thy part
Categories:
two dimensional, fear, world, heart, heart,
Form:
The
sun fills
dark outlines
in shades of black.
Stretched ebony shapes
that lie flat on the ground.
But tethered tight to your heels,
they stick by your side where you go.
Doomed always to be leashed underfoot,
shadows faithfully copy movements made.
Two-dimensional projections edge black
marking the boundaries of darkness.
Wakened by the first rays of dawn
they yawn into shifting shapes.
Wobbly charcoal etchings
that constantly drift
from wavy lines
to freestyle
funky
art.
(A Double Etheree Poem)
Categories:
two dimensional, fun, hyperbole, imagery, poetry,
Form:
Rictameter
Answer Me
Your answer is before you as a whisper on the wind,
If only you could hear it, t’would make your spirit sing,
You won’t receive a letter or a parcel in the post
Or a verification email ‘regards the Holy Ghost’
There is no bolt of lightning, no signpost in the sky
We never will be there to kneel before the holy child.
The miracles we witness are around us every day,
We take them all for granted as we scurry on our way;
We miss the signs he sends us, we think that we know best
Upon our simple knowledge our faith now clearly rests.
We assimilate his message the only way we can,
We use the tools provided, the childlike mind of man.
It’s no wonder that in all of this so many get confused,
Our faith is two dimensional, the third we cannot view.
When lost, alone and stranded is where you stand in life,
Waiting for a signal, where doubt is truly rife,
Look at natures marvels, let them fill your breast,
Open wide your senses, allow them to ingest
Life’s wonders all around you, phenomenon unique,
It’s here that you will start to find the answers that you seek,
When next you hear the wind as it whistles down the lane,
Close your eyes and listen, he might just call your name.
Categories:
two dimensional, christian,
Form:
Rhyme