Contradictions Poems - Poems about Contradictions

A friend said, rather smugly, you can't be "pretty ugly"; and where is the good, and what is the likelihood of one being "clearly misunderstood"? An expression he's also dismissing (or as kids say, "dissing"), is so silly: "found missing". And you can bet money no one is "seriously funny". Few people are ever cowed, or have to get loud, speaking to a "small crowd", and (sorry if...

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Man is not a solitary note; he is a symphony of deep contradictions, A song of sins and sorrows, composed of desires and broken dreams, I've seen hands that caressed loved faces, clenching into foreign fists, Lips that spoke sweet words, twisting into cruel smiles, venom flowing. We kiss with mouths that have cursed, embrace with arms that have...

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Project 2025, a tale that some have spun Of less government, and more to come Disguising rules and mandates with an ease Using more government the right does please Reducing funds, saying to trim the U.S. core Now watch as their power grows much more From health to speech, their views will tread With heavy hands,...

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I'm a little too much, or at times not quite enough, I'm too sensitive, too distracted or at times just too tough. I'm too in my head, or say hurtful words without thought, I'm super focused on the ball, and then suddenly, energy's at nought. I either notice it all, or see very little I can be softly spoken...

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Speed bumps in life...

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I am tired with the burden But don't feel the power to leaving it It ruins my soul Yet I maintain the poison within me I am a hypocrite or a scoundrel? Or a prisoner of my own vices Perhaps both, or something indefinable. I grapple with this internal strife, A weary soul caught in the fire of self loath, Amidst the ruins of...

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Both time & Life is fleeting Birth most certainly Similataniously Also leads and ends in death Like the winter climate in South Africa Johannesburg specifically during Winter As coming in the end of Autumnal May When the Summer rains have gone and is over Everything and all around has turned Brittle dry and a hue colored brow What then becomes a familiar sight Is seeing desolate scrubs...

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First instinct is to second guess Quick trigger to point the finger Rigidly pushing against reality Swiftly pulls us from actuality Let's not live in subtraction But add up grace in its place Replace reject with accept To embrace all that we face Our reactions are a choice Try choosing a positive voice...

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He wakes up with all forms of contradictions waving over his head and running around with ballot boxes trying to procure the dead with weevil and mice playing jamboree in the rice while the sun and the rain are engaged in a fist fight. He goes to bed with alcohol on his breath, empty brain...

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the Priest sucked in his Four Star Brandy hoping that a drunken release would help him with his conflict in an alcoholic sleep of peace the alky swigged his cider vintage cheap and strong the crutch to his addiction making existence crawl along from separate drunken corners each in his own private hell they were taken by the police to share the same dingy cell one...

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Tick-tock Time’s wasting away. Is it truly? Have we made time a commodity? She owes nothing and is not swayed by any of us. Can time even be wasted? It is infinite yet brief. I’ve existed forever and I’m still an embryo. I pay my own mortgage but still feel my mother’s kiss on my brow as I drift off. I am alive. I am...

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Swirls of shadowed light rest in minds filled with wakeful anxiety, while the burning ice warms their souls with its chills Falling in tandem with the rising waves cresting against sandless beaches, reaching for pieces broken by gentle hands banded in the company of destruction Seduction of the celibate through linear sways of hip and lip, trying...

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The things we see can be seen one of two ways Either full of color or just straight black and white The coexistence of natural dark and our light But we choose to see what we think is right Whether it’s believing that love is true Or saying it’s something that has no meaning A concept formed completely on a ruse Yet...

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CONTRADICTIONS given the presence of connotations perhaps simpler    to list the delicate diminutive & embrace the barbed serrated & prevalent traditions have access to the extraordinary   encased with narrative siloing in directions & hogging the outlines with minutiae  measured of pleasured  pools of  reflected light of the   defiant  rewarding revelations NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable. Copyright...

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Honestly. What's the best policy? Honesty? Don't loose lips sink ships? You follow me? "Keep your circle small." "Keep your enemies close." How much is enough, then, to have them by the ropes? "Knowledge is power." "Ignorance is bliss." How does one choose between THAT or THIS? Idioms, cliches, metaphors and more. Life's...

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