Dilemma Poems - Poems about Dilemma

Some days are diamonds Some days are pure do-do Today was a totally do-do day I'm sure everyone has them every once in awhile But mine are a lot more frequent than they once were Is it my age that makes the difference Or is it my retirement Throughout my life, I have always been A very, very active person So to all of...

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Life is a constant oscillation between the sharp horns of dilemmas. ...

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I loved her she didn't love me I screamed at her she didn't wake up I cried she didn't cry I arrived she left me I went crazy she abandoned me One thing is for certain; "You need to have wings when you live near...

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torn between two hearts— soft paws, warm smiles interlace love howls or whispers...

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Like moonlight on water, truth shimmers and bends, Each question I grasp at immediately ends In riddles more complex than those that came first— Some thirsts remain burning, though water is cursed. "If I drank, I'd die—if I didn't, I'd still die..." These dilemmas remain as the years shuffle by. I reach for you in crowded rooms, find only air, The stars...

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Freedom must be won Oppression beaten and done; Let’s follow Heron: Let’s make revolution live; Defeating oppression’s jive:- Come revolution, Heal syndrome’s devolution; Curing delusion: It’s time for revolution; Let’s get to liberation:- We’ve survived much worse Of the oppressor’s dam curse; Now’s too, we will burst: Liberation’s spring is here; We’ll be fighting without fear:- Now, its you folk’s call, To deal with that choice by y’all; Least all your hopes...

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Let me write something special about you today! Should I write you as my longing, Or should I pen down my emotions for you? Should I write my life with you, Or write you as my whole life itself? Should I call you mine, Or should I write myself as yours? Should I write you as the future to come, Or the moments...

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I believe this space must be appreciated Blank, white, plain to see Why are we so quick to cover up That which is boundlessly free Look at this space between the frame Question, wonder, and consider Here is a blank field, free for the taking With potential untapped, as it were But perhaps something sad should be noted This canvas gets only one experience Endless...

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We’ve donned this form to feel love warm, caged in space and hemmed in by time, memory of heaven wiped clean, so we feel helpless in life’s storm, deadened to pulse of bliss beat’s chime, light of soul remaining unseen. To have the cake and eat it too requires us to remain awake, recognising life is a dream but how then will rapture renew, if...

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Today’s world-- weird, far too sure, And looking too far gone for cure, Where confidence is power, Overconfidence, dour, I wonder a curious Smug look that lacks focus Can take me far vaguely unsure. ______________________ Tongue-in-cheek |20.02.2025| world, humour ...

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A prince was heard to cry and wail, lamenting the sad fairytale into which he had been born. Why was this gentle lad forlorn? His true love's kiss, against his will, instead of giving life, would kill....

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Moonlight hitchhikes on green pines Slipping away like maroon mind Melancholy music rides breeze I find Comfort and peace in warm red wine Escape in a bottle isn’t the worst crime Running full throttle from dilemma time No longer on top not in my peach prime Want it to stop this inner indigo whine I failed and wail wildly in pantomime Tell...

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I thought to bring you a rose...but roses, short lived dry, and fall petally away -- I thought to bring you a manufactured heart: made of chocolate or silk but substitutes for you have always been wrong from the start so, I showed up empty handed and the dog and cat tore me apart.... ...

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On the table, posing silent, It taunts our outlook, coyly – Un-sharing of its true intent, In Mona Lisa mystery. We bite at its enticing mass, That bends our mind in simple bait – This still-life liquid in a glass, A frozen frame on reel of fate. Some say it’s half the way toward gone, While others see there’s more to pour. But are we...

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Lonely is the one who only ever follows Cursed is the one who chooses his own path. For neither ever will be truly satisfied. A problem such as this Doesn’t seem to exist for a sheep. Even on a cliff’s edge, A sheep is neither hurt nor dead. Perhaps only weighed down by his own coat. Perhaps that is...

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