Long Oxymoron Poems
Long Oxymoron Poems. Below are the most popular long Oxymoron by PoetrySoup Members. You can search for long Oxymoron poems by poem length and keyword.
I am a liberal conservative
who is confident when nervous.
Living as a pessimistic optimist,
I imagine what the worst is
only to quickly dismiss this.
As a depressed, joyous person
my moods are rarely self-chosen.
My dumbness is quite intelligent
and both are often equally lent
to my love I freely see spent.
Fragile coats all my strength.
So shy is my boldness length
it forms soft iron clad links.
I love to both dance and sing,
but have no rhythm or tune zing.
I am content being domestic
until stress turns my calm hectic
and I loudly whimper for a peptic.
I make serious, snap decisions
within many days of quickness.
I believe the world needs rules
for me to follow as I choose.
Awake, I dream of the 1800’s -
a rustic life with modern plumbing.
On and off contradictions do not stay gone.
I hope it's all right to think this wrong.
Off the market I dashed
In search of ingredients
To soup my poetry.
To all kiosk and stall I went
Yet I find none of it.
Fagged out on my fro home
Lost in thought of how
To soup my poetry.
There I stumbled on it
Ingredients of my soup.
On my way I paused
For the first stanza
My thinking personified
With a poetic licence.
I smiled with an imagery of simile
All over me was a pun of metaphor.
Only in consonance with an
Hyperbole of alliteration.
Paradox became my ordeal
With an echo of onomatopoeia
Still in an irony of oxymoron
Dancing with a metonym.
I got home with more
Ingredients from my mind
Then and there, I began to
Soup my poetry in poetrysoup.
Alayande Stephen.T
12.45pm
17th August 2006
On my way to Apagbon in Lagos on the behest of
IPC Chairman,Lanre Arogundade.
Specially packaged for www.poetrysoup.com, as a wonderful family.
As an all or nothing person,
I'd say I'm "Consistently Inconsistent"
When there's an elephant in the room
You hear that "Deafening Silence"
Its the "Same Difference" to others,
Whatever decision you make.
Too many "Perfectly Imperfect"
Strawberries will give you belly ache.
It's "Seriously Funny" how
Oxymorons can be written!
Although I enjoy writing,
It's my "Unbiased Opinion"
We always try to "Act Naturally"
To be true to all and to self.
If not, things can get "Pretty Ugly"
And won't help our mental health.
A "Random Order" of events
Sends routines in to a "Tidy Mess"
"Unconsciously Aware" of change,
Chaos is a "Sure Bet"
The weather can be "Faithfully Unreliable"
One can get caught in its deceit -
The choice to put the washing out
Is one that's "Bittersweet"...
And so, if in conclusion,
You feel confused.com,
Then this is clear as mud to you!
I'd say my work is done.
Mideast Peace: Oxymoron
Though descendent of Jews,
I feel boggled at the brutal,
nasty and wanton war between
Israelis and Palestinians.
Many innocent victims
bred to know and hate their enemy
impossible mission
to reconcile one Semitic
group of peoples from another.
The bloody English
begat and fomented
debacle between Israelis and Palestinians.
little more than a century ago,
particularly usurping territory
courtesy aggressive premise
might makes right.
The human species
hell bent on making war
reprisals rank as a ,
and can never even the score
I harken back to childhood,
when our family lived
at Lantern Lane, and the Dailey's
(who threw rocks at Georgie
our Dalmation/Boxer)
rightfully earned before their time
the title fear thy neighbor
an altercation such
as aforementioned above,
would easily earn a spot
on Investigation Discovery
though deadly crimes violently hardcore
reenacted minus the explicit killing
fields not healthy for children
and other living things,
nevertheless even the most pious
and peace loving
exhibit fervent bloody ardour
if kith and kin held at gunpoint.
The annals of civilization
since time immemorial
replete with chronicles
of battlefield bravura
touting (with laurels of profuse praise)
for ultimate sacrifice
unnaturally, unstintingly, and unwaveringly
bravely giving oneself
to father/mother land.
Beneath the surface of the skin
we all bleed;
mortal kombat inked
in Mesolithic Europe
likewise dates to circa 10,000 years ago,
and episodes of warfare appear
to remain "localized
and temporarily restricted"
during the Late Mesolithic
to Early Neolithic period in Europe.
Idyllic as the fantastical utopian yen,
I feel pessimistic patriarchal wheelman
who steer autocratic
leviathan of state (witness Tiananmen
Square student-led demonstrations
known in Beijing, China
as the June Fourth Incident
lasting from 15 April to 4 June 1989)
cuz twentieth century ruthless demagogues
wanted to squelch
pro-democracy movement,
and not only stole demonstrators thunder
but forcefully co-opted with lightning force
their toys such as:
sophisticated erector set and playpen
for dolls loving buoys Barbie and ken
the former coming to life
as a miniature equestrienne
experiencing magical realism.
I've given thought to "What if Rubik's cube was round?"
My answer might be considered to be somewhat profound
Initially, my reaction was, "If it ain't broke don't try to fix it,"
but that would be a lame deduction, so I decided to nix it.
Nearly fifty years ago, Erno Rubik created his colored cube
Some people have tried to solve it by watching You tube
but that defeats the purpose of the puzzle being a task
So, would it be any easier if it were round, you now ask?
My imagination zeroed in on the concept of that thought
without a solution to my query, my mind was left wrought
It was a point to ponder and trivial, to say the least...
A spherical Rubik's cube made my brows furrow and crease.
If dropped it would roll away to hide beneath the couch
That's fine since trying to solve the thing makes me a grouch
The name would have to be changed from cube to 'ball.'
It'd make no sense to call a circle a cube; no sense at all.
In fact, it would be an oxymoron; a contradiction to explain
Ridiculous, since the braintease was driving me insane
It would be harder to hold, and since a circle has no sides
There'd be no possible solution and no instruction guides.
I gave up on the idea of making Rubik's Cube in the round
My brain refused to exercise any more ingenuity to expound
On the notion, I'd already spent too much time transfixed
I trashed the suggested shape change, and left it deep-sixed.
1/7/2021
If the Rubik's Cube Was Round
Sponsored by Kai Michael Neumann
Time for New Campaign Year ReSolutions,
perhaps informed with some new political economy
discernment questions.
Why is a free market
most accessible to those with the largest investments
in marketing?
Could this be the same question:
Why are our free political elections
most accessible to those who invest most heavily
in self-partisanship?
Why does suppression or oppression or repression,
some kind of taxing expression,
of the free cooperative-barter labor market
feel related to the rapidly increasing disecological cost
to Earth's formerly free commodities,
elements,
communionation,
co-arising intelligence,
ecosystemic integrity,
and possibly some cooperative research
hunting and gathering nutrients,
while avoiding toxicity?
Why does it cost so much
to competitively market the economic policies and political procedures
intended to evolve healthy cooperative free markets?
Why does freedom from fearful need for
--debt forgiveness
--redemption
--absolution
--ever more effectively voiced competition
to avoid untimely divestment
feel so much like freedom to give
mutually cooperative compassion
--for being merely human,
--for not being humane enough for our own SuperMonoTheistic
Awareness,
--for not being unnaturally spiritual enough
for our EgoCenters to entirely forget
our ubiquitously shared neurosystemic
empowering political
and enlightened economic
RNA regenerative roots?
Why do I feel
and not think
free of participating in competing
racist
sexist
homophobic
eco-political networks,
structures,
systemic trauma
When I buy groceries and clothes,
every time I support an
--overly anthro-indulgent,
--over-commodified
--overly toxic
--overly carbon-footprinted
--overly LeftBrain dominant
corporation
Including political party corporations
competing for market shares in votes,
and how do I feel free to support overly incorporated candidates
for overly-commodified public offices?
Why does an independent multiculturist
sound like an oxymoron?
while a cooperative polyculturing network
sounds like deep nurturing
nutritionally healthy
resonance?
I don't imagine
we could ever have an environmentally healthy just war.
We need only look at torn and poisoned outcomes
from past ballistic international encounters
to see "healthy war"
as yet another oxymoron
capital city leaders fail to notice.
If no environmentally secure
and well-defended organic life justice results,
then no ecological
resilience-growing war.
If no ecologically positive war,
then no economically just war
as any short-term empowerment wins
are abundantly offset
by long-term losses
of trust
and well-being
and robust trade
transactions,
relationships,
communications.
If no economic just war,
justified violence,
justifiable aggression,
then no democratically healthy just war.
If no politically cooperative win/win just war
of co-empowerment,
then no socially just war,
justified violence,
justifiable aggression.
If no social
or political
or economic
or ecological just war,
then no theologically supported just war.
If no theological just war
then war is just inhumane madness,
lose/lose destruction,
absence of all that could be win/win sacred,
cooperatively owned
CoPresence.
Justice may "Just say No" to drugs,
but restorative
healing justice
definitely says No
to retributive injustice,
aggression
violence
retaliation
bullying
hatred
war.
Back in the day
of exclusively straight white male
****-retentive missionaries,
the Church
Whether monoculturally Catholic
(which may become an oxymoron
one enlightened day)
or Protestant,
But certainly not polytheistically ecstatic,
like a perfect Thanksgiving meal
shared with EarthMother's sacred
deeply co-passionate
mutually resonant
and co-invested
convivial people
Proclaimed religious education
in response to local questions,
and questionable behaviors
and thoughts
and feelings,
moral and legal dilemmas
about how to interpret diverse feelings
of erotic love
and exotic hate
Yet not so helpful
with all the dully boring
nuances of every tedious,
often traumatic, days
and nights
in-between ecstasy
and infamy.
This was rigidly civil education
about how to nonverbally commune
and verbally communicate
in positive touching ways
that feel mutually right
to ego happy minds
and eco-healthy bodies
financially and environmentally
and politically wealthy,
resonantly resilient
but less than fluidly brilliant
education from above,
transcendently monotheistic.
Today we have replaced civil
StraightWhiteMale privileged missionaries
with cosmopolitan
pantheistic and atheistic teachers
In neighborhood schools,
elite schools,
grade
and middle
and high
and tertiary
and graduate
and post-graduate
secularized schools
For learning
non-violently communicating
thoughtful inclusive reason
and deeply felt polytheistic
possibly artistic treasons
free of monotheistic dogma,
monopolistic colonization,
monocultural predation
At least on our best outdoor classroom
physical health
and metaphysical trust
and mental happiness days
And full through empty
GrandMother Moon blissful
indigenously erotic
nakedly wise
vulnerable
transparent
co-passionate
co-empathic
BodyNature/MindSpirited nights
Of bicammerally balancing,
multiculturally bachanal,
ecowomanist,
Whole Open Systemic,
win/win bipartisan,
bilateral
binomial
Double-cobinary
dialectical secular/sacred
enlightening/empowering
Left/Right
thoughtfully felt
informed outflowing re-education
Perhaps especially useful
for exclusively straight white male
****-retentive missionaries
for monotheistic monopolies
of unenlightened power-mongering.
They were to meet in middle of the mall
He clearly misunderstood... his downfall
If there had been some writing on the wall
This fight might not have happened at all
Unsure of what to wear or where to look
It's important to give more than he took
He seemed caught like a fish on a hook
His life story could be a comic book
He remembered everything that he could
Wanting to make amends for this, he would
Deep in his heart of hearts he knew he should
Would giving her the moon do any good?
Not his best day, if you know what I mean
Not a first mistake or last to be seen
Clearly, he committed to coming clean
He secretly wished to be somewhere serene
August 22, 2018
Litany of Poetic Devices
By Line Gauthier
1. Consonance;
2. Oxymoron;
3. Truism;
4. Internal Rhyme;
5. Homophones;
6. Idiom;
7. Simile;
8. Metaphor;
9. Tautology;
10. Hyperbaton;
11. Metonymy;
12. Rhetoric Question;
13. Innuendo;
14. Aphorism;
15. Alliteration;
16. Euphony
In her soft, calloused hand, she holds the unwritten letters,
As her ears ring, with unheard love songs, and tender words unspoken
His shallow poems of love so deep, in sweet bitterness resounds
And hover above her, like snakes on the ground
She had been so careless with each cautious step
But now, he then revealed too many secrets kept
She had been kept in the dark, that shined with unseen visions
And now was her time to make undecided conclusions
Her dry eyes weep gladly, with tears of such sorrow
She hopes for sweet raindrops with clear skies tomorrow
Her memory is keen with passion's forgotten voices
She has learned new wisdom now...taught with reckless choices
The sadness she suffers, displayed with her smile
Never was such love that is here for awhile
As their love dwindled down to the stars in the sky
She had asked for the truth, and would wait for the lie
What's been here all along, did not happen at all
In tomorrow's sweet springtime, that came with yesterday's fall
All his letters tossed away, lie bundled here before her
With the cold of the summer, flies the warm winter's air
Although the loss does not hurt, the pain crushes severely
And now her clouded eyes can see it all, so dimly, yet so clearly
_____________________
OXYMORON CONTEST