Paradox Poems - Poems about Paradox

Heavily guarded heart, wearily navigating life. Like a fugitive, invariably primed, for that final day, to be discovered, apprehended, imprisoned eternally. Snapping shut like a bear trap, only able to be opened, by the strongest of love. The kind of which, only transpire in dreams. If you dare, to let your heart free. The most painful paradox....

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Void. A hollow echo in the chambers of the mind. Absence made tangible, a negative space carved into the fabric of being. It swallows sound, light, the very breath it takes to utter it. Emptiness. A vast expanse where connection dissolves, leaving only the cold, hard edges of self. Is it the absence of love? The evaporation of hope? The silence after the last note fades? Or...

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We are two flames, Colliding and clashing, Eroding our names, Each other, slashing. Merging miraculously, In some eternal timeline, Vowing velvety love variously, Flowing and floating as fine as wine. My hand longs your hand, Our hands meet and then We turn into slipping sand, A poem by a perpetual pen. My hands are cold, Struggling to keep hold, Your hands are burning, Holding and yearning. My...

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Clouds spiral down and curl around to touch me —not those western drizzle shrouds baring a sad soul of mizzle misery ...though I adore a good wallow in sorrow —no these clouds come from yonder bluebird wilds white cirrus wispy and whispery dance around me I steal one to wear across my shoulders like a platinum’s...

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A woman at the gas station is unremarkable besides her name tag reading Clarity and her teeth, saying never mind. She asks if I need a receipt. I say no, like I'm not collecting evidence in the glovebox of a car that only drives in reverse. The smell of ethanol summons June bugs: last summer, I siphoned moons from my mother's...

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To be normal, a quiet glow, A life where no storms may show. Yet deep within, a fire burns bright, A longing to stand out in the light. Born unique, in a brilliant flare, Chained by dreams, by the world’s stare. A sigh for peace, for the mundane, A simple life, free from fame’s strain. The heart desires, to always change, What is absent...

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I hate you because I love you too much, a paradox that tears my being apart, The river of my thoughts flows into an ocean of contradictions, Waves of passion and fury crash against the shore of my fragile conscience, And in the depths of my soul, a whirlwind of emotions makes its mad nest. I hate you because...

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What I heard about love, It’s so sadistic and pathetic to the core. They claim, “It’s the judge, jury and executioner” The rumors sounded surreal and so real It’s a mutual tolerance, Of an agreement signed by fools. Ink, that slowly fades into the blue Leaving the hue of the unforgiving cue. At least, that’s what I heard about love! So much pretense, From our...

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Love is almost incomprehensable. It is the joy that brings us to laughter, and the sorrow that brings us to tears. It is the warmth that we crave and the fire we fear. Sometimes it grows slowly, Sometimes it bursts out suddenly. And for all anyone knows, perhaps it is always here. Maybe it was here before anything...

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They scream war for peace, Not peace for loving kindness; Human nature stoked:- War bombing for peace, No thoughts of building for love; Wintering hate still dropping:- Bombs drop like fall leaves, Busting storms keep blood gushing; Healing spring postponed. ...

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my mind is an abstract vase, adorned with crystal gold lines~  from pixelated pearls homing whimsical wishes                and ...

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The world teeters between chaos and coherence, a paradox I embrace, without solving it, like a living enigma whispering stories in my ear. I wonder about the architecture of destiny—does it sculpt us, or do we shape it with trembling hands, seeking forms in the mist? Doubt retreats like fog on a river at first light, but beneath, the current...

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The world wavers between chaos and coherence, a paradox I deeply embrace, I question the architecture of destiny—does it sculpt us, or do we shape it with trembling hands? Doubt floats like mist over the river, but the current beneath is relentless and determined, I've seen ruins blooming with wildflowers, silence birthing symphonies from the depths. I hesitate, analyze,...

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Diet book in hand, Reaching for the extra cake, "Just this once," she sighed. ©bfa030325 ...

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Monstrous faith, Blasphemous state, Cursed to a Lazarous fate. Phoenix ashes tracing a Brownian route, Genie dances with an ambient view. Casting spells where destiny brews, Crafting cells where reason skews. Factual sprawls as time distorts, Actual flaws that time contorts. A paradox script the cosmos writes, A Faraday cage,our fate locked tight....

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