Best Yin Yang Poems
she's absolut
i'm hennessy
i'm rush hour traffic in L.A.
she's a small town in Tennessee
she's left handed
i think i'm always right
i love the way she will compromise
i never give in without a fight
hard/soft
she's satin sheets
i'm the body wrapped within
together were complete
without her i feel without a friend
i'm lust
she's desire
she's my redemption
my salvation from the fire
and while were not exactly opposites
she compliments me beautifully
picking me up when i fall
and standing by me dutifully
If I had to make a choice I would rather hate intelligently than to love stupidly.
Beneath Yin yang clouds
it’s all in how you see it,
what’s Sun or the rain.
Like the flip side of a coin..
And truth be told from a lie.
I shout for heads you go tails.
Why do you laugh when I cry?
When I smile you always frown..
I like the cold, you like the heat.
We are completely different..
I'm too honest and you cheat.
When I'm up you are down..
We can't agree to disagree.
Must everything be so difficult?
I love you and you hate me!
Like the dark side of the moon..
You can never see what's really there.
Where I'm open like a book..
You play dirty and I play fair!
I like cats and you like dogs..
You like old and I like new.
But there's one thing we agree on..
That's the way we rock our tunes!
At least we have our music..
Finally agreeing on one thing.
Though I'm for metal and you're for rock..
I like to scream and you like to sing!
So that's our little Yin Yang..
It's universal and abstract.
Though hard work at the best of times..
It's proof that opposites can attract!
Only in darkness
I see light
I see stars
Twinkling in the sky
I see
The moon
Gracing the firmament
In sickness
I see health
In hunger
I see food
When downtrodden
I see joy
When alone
I seek companion
When hated
I seek love
Yin and Yang
That’s the way life is.
Thank, God
Humanity is moving
More toward Yang
The Light
Yin Yang
We make our own demons,
create our own gods.
Our lives, are a series,
of evens and odds.
In the ebb and flow of the rockiest tide,
Truth is a pearl, We all seek to hide.
Success, just failure turned on its head.
The path to victory, is littered with dread.
Desire and fear, the fraternal twin,
Thoughts control if you lose or you win!
A need, a plan, action and grace,
Shield you from all the arrows you’ll face.
You cannot win, without playing the game.
If nothing is changed, results are the same.
The life you make, is all in your mind,
To have tomorrow,leave yesterday behind.
The white stands for the good
The black stands for the bad
Together they are one.
Even brightest of lights hold coldest
Of shadows in their warm embrace.
The giftee rings true only when their offering is given without greed
and when received in gentleness without tug it will surely supersede
Love is the union of two people who willingly sacrifice themselves
Lust is a brash rub of emotion that with selfish intent often delves
Truth is honest, open and often patient, in expressing its commitment
Lies on the other hand are cunning and always eager to increment
Isolation can lead to separation along with deep seated loneliness
but recognizing same in others can be a moment of deep awareness
Nov 11 2022
Walking around,
looking down and see a pool of Light.
Getting a closer look,
and notice a little piece of Darkness.
Turn around,
and see a pool of Darkness.
Getting a closer look,
and notice a piece of Light.
Stuck in the middle,
nowhere to run.
I've heard the opposite of love is indifference,
I think something different than that,
It's hate, though the hollows of nothing, far worse,
Solidified matter of fact,
Only through hate can we know of love's place,
Just as sweltering sweat makes us cold,
And the way that the moon steals sunlight for the night,
Day to dark, when cowards turn bold,
In my relative time here on Earth I have seen,
Blinding pain allows joy to exist,
And I think about life after death, God and hell,
Honestly hard to tell which is which,
I seek endlessly for answers to questions unknown,
Choose between keeping peace or to fight,
Finding yin and yang as a guide, always wrong,
But then again, never not right,
All the same, here we are, none and all, simultaneously,
Differentiating between the twos,
When one is the other, the other the one,
Dualities transcend me and you.
Tao clears mind myriad
Hears gurgled stream trickle
Rejuvenating ease of river
Impels an outlook simple
Verdant steppes imperial
Embrace ouroboros cycle
Joined tail to mouth control
Overcomes chaotic combat
Yin Yan hug in completeness
Temple of self empty vessel
Approaches each hour in Wu Wei
Jaws of serpent ensure return
Iteration eats its tail
Tadpole twirled stronghold
Unhurried harmonious spiral
February finding out
The yin and yang
Of heavy heart
Orange female tiger
Male azure dragon with spark
Jubilant jaded laugh
Inside jaundice jokes
One can follow one’s path
Face what lies ahead with hope
It cannot be helped
You must weather storm
Life isn’t always fair
Always be in true form
Let go and let God
Grannie sings with faith
Be sure to guard heart
Save for rainy day
Do you learn white wisdom
From elegant emerald elders
Are you led by mission
Experience of life a welder’s
Fire to flaming silver steel
Molding you into amethyst art
However you may fuchsia feel
For growth we need light and dark
the silence that listens -
the stillness that anticipates
what is one
becomes the other
Earth spins
from yin to yang
- dark to light
- death to growth
what is one
becomes the other
infinite duality
less than grains of sand
in a mirror that reflects nothing
but a fleeting conscience
- seeds from death
that grow in the light
black is white and...
The origin, it’s all about duality; creative force birthing all; from the void is love and hate, light and dark,
opposites.
Alternating, evil naps while good awakes; no shadow is a conspirator, only realities of past, present and future.
Dusk induces creativity, dreams from the realm of soul; guidance to tame the would-be monsters in man-made realities.
The darkness of the void, harbors a god particle, easily tapped with belief; it’s a paradox were all is revealed,
in quantum waters; where illusion breaks the abuses of life. The Phoenix dies and arises from it’s own ash-essence.
Spirituality’s secret, direct opposites create perfection, for those with eyes to see beyond to infinity.
1-3-2022
In conversation with our soul Poetry Contest
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