Opposite Poems - Poems about Opposite

If the people against, the true deniers could change life and rebuild the world, they: Would erase all progress that exists today, and return to a nonexistent "glorious time" of the past... they would create a world of their own... where the strongest would command everything... There would be a democracy only for them, where they would determine who should and who should not... where permissiveness would reign for...

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My heart has been crushed, without a single touch. What the ones give me power, is now my crutch. It was given with love, such an honest, strong heart. Then snatched from my being, and torn all apart. I gathered the pieces, the best of my ability. I fear what the once gave love, now only...

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Life is full of surprising things. we meet people that are meant to be. All of a sudden and kind of unexpectedly. you found me cute and I thought u were great. That first time you hugged me It felt like you had known me for a century I looked at you and thought for a while...

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What is real and what is shadow? what is deep and what is shallow? What is life and what is death? what is spirit and what is breath? What is earth and what is sky? what is low and what is high? _____________ ...

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OPPOSITE NOT FRIENDS ANYMORE FLY ANYWHERE I DO NOT CARE ANYMORE...

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I’m lying here In my broken bed That’s caving in Under my nothingness Waiting (not patiently) For my pregnant brain To quiet down Waiting for the Swishing sound Between my ears To finally cease Waiting for your light snoring To begin, so that mine Can take over Waiting in my broken bed That’s caving in Under my nothingness But I’m not alone You are there On your side Of the caved...

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Things mostly happen in opposite, It often takes noise, to appreciate silence, Pains and heartbreak to understand love, Absence to value presence... And sadness is require to know what happiness truly is. Such is the irony of life The soul is born old but grows young, And the body born young, and grows old... That is life's comedy The rich wanna live an...

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A fellow poet says don’t start a poem with looking out the window but I am— I am looking out the window to see the lawn outside my window has grown. A neighbor says there are too many verses on love, but restless I tap laptop keys to compose another. My friend who transferred from where I work to another place— I saw her last week and I’m lost reflections of being with and without love. When I...

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Words Always subsume Their opposite.. It's the prevailing Duality.. With that said Suspicions might Arise on words Reporting what is......

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“We often throw away what we still have so as not to regret what we have already lost.” - Luigina Sgarro Black is white’s shadow. Day is night’s despair. Morning is evening’s dare. Thick is thins embrace. Love is hate’s defiance. Hope is desperation’s death. Light is dark’s sadness. Life is death’s contrast. Beautiful is repulsion’s misfortune. Affection is loathing’s imp. Joy is sorrow’s memory. Laughter is...

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From crashing waves he emerges with the clarity of a wide landscape The king of darkness Parades In full view His garish, monochrome ego Emergent for all to despise Original poem (extract): "Into the ripples of the horizon's haze The queen of the daylight Slinks Then is gone Her wispy train of colour Vanishing" [From Poem: Sunset, Sam Scott 14.09.23] ...

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Impossible mission to sleep on opposite side of marital bed... Oddly enough even when frolicking in the autumn mist with seasoned super tramping cheaply tricked out goo goo dolls some resembling Indigo Girls, one foo fighting beastie boy unable to adjust snoozing on the left bedside. Don't ask me why, cuz we (all the barenaked ladies who gifted me with their uncommon...

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I'd walk away if only I could I envy those that can The parts of me that try lose too much Those first few steps are easy Stride with confidence Summoned stability held loosely in my right hand But to look back See myself as the watcher on The eyes of judgement are mine and that of the unknown stranger Suddenly the steps are...

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Opposite, How stroke of love is? loving after first sight, someone of opposite feelings, mind and thoughts. flummoxing after being turned down very hard to get the picture of the outcome. jealous expanding its dimensions. Opposite, How stroke of love is? emotions are natural, it is sometimes hard, hardly to convince a person of opposite belief feelings and principles No matter...

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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 to bold, In my...

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