Paradoxical Poems | Examples

paradoxical revolution

Paradoxical revolution  

Enough of this, I have been standing still far too long
I shall become revolutionary, not murmur descent
For fine-tuned ears, no, I will scream my hatred to 
the ruling elite with a megaphone, cultured dancers
Delight, amaze, waving a wand like I'm a magician, and
wish for the capitalists to sink under the sand
I shall spare no one, least of all the friendly billionaire 
the only wealthy man whose flaws are open 
For you to discover, he is a poet of the heart, and his businesses are a sideline while waiting for the magic 
of words
I shall demand that Facebook and X must stop selling 
Smut, they will be closed down
Get me right, an equal society must become unequal 
for the sake of the common good.

Nothing is paradoxical

Nothing is doubtless
Nothing is beyond repair
Nothing lasts forever~

Paradoxical zen poetry

Leaves a fall in rain
And pile one on another,
Rain as if beats rain.
                ….
Two hands do when clap,
Silence overlaps with one,
Peaceful in the lap.
                ….
Parents give a face 
And body to the faceless,
To soul still where’s face?
                ….   
We parted long ere,
Eons have passed ever since,
We’re still together,

And not a moment
Separated us ever,
Not a stray instant.

All day long sans let,
Facing are we each other,              
Yet, we’ve never met.
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Haiku |19.02.2025| irony, poetry, spiritual

Note: ‘Rain as if beat rain’ sounds quite paradoxical. But on deep thinking it is not. Two hands can clap. One hand in the lap, peace overlaps. One’s pre-birth face, and others. But this is how Zen Buddhists (the word Zen derived from Sanskrit Dhyan) used to express their mystical experience in riddles called koan (from Kena Upanishad). Later on, these were derived as poetic expressions that reached perfection as haiku.

PARADOXICAL TIE

She met a boy who was a bit selfish and egoistic;
A boy, who was very silent 
A boy, who hesitated to speak. 

The appearance of this boy made her life to bring over a new era:
He made her to feel secure;
He gave the comfort zone like no one else.
He is ray of light in her cold boundary. 

He tolerates her, with the same patience
that the motherland shows it's people;
He whispered words that calmed her fears;
And wiped away her sorrowful tears;
He made her laugh, he made her cry,
He made her suffer but 
She never wanted to leave him. 
With him, She was always a better version of herself!

paradoxical effect

at the traffic stop, where good meets bad.
a trickle of sweat runs down, you're not guilty, so you get mad.
you bicker and bicker, but to no avail, the bat in the blue badge made up his mind
you had no reason to overreact, the rage has made you blind.

i have a body in the backseat of my matte black car.
if i act accordingly, surely there's no way i get caught, i can take this thing far.
an inviting eye, and a smile that blinds his eye, the opposition has been fooled.
the fate that had awaited me, has sadly but unironically been overruled.

"i didn't do it" vs "i'm having a good day" was never a fair fight.
nobody with the correct moral compass to tell what is wrong and what is right.
the anger and spite in your voice has trapped you, an innocent soul trapped away, nobody to care.
sometimes the villain wins by doing nothing, and sadly, but unironically their bad deeds leave no one to spare.

say it like it is

so there we go, trying to twist our thoughts for the comfort of others.
we tell lies and continue to unite, as we call ourselves a circle of brothers.
we need to sugarcoat the truth while still not biting our tongue.
but your mouth feels shut closed, trapped and swollen almost as if it was stung.

"will we forever be young?"
well you can always be the youthful soul you strive to be, age is just a number.
"i don't feel safe, am i going to be okay?"
as long as you trust yourself and keep hope alive, nothing can bother.

i can tell you the truth but sound chokes back into my throat, the truth hurts to swallow.
but the truth only drags silently, yet deafeningly loud and temporarily brings sorrow.
so the remedy for all of this is the art of being dishonest.
as we revert and go back on our words and our main promise.

so there you are, twisting your truth for the comfort of others.
instead of saying it how it is, like you were taught by your mother.
dishonest people are much more cunning than other people.
and honestly, lies hurt less in the moment, and are perfect for keeping it peaceful.

Paradoxical Paradise

Solve the impossible 
Love chaos, peace lives 
Unchain through restraint

Paradoxical Perfection

Written: November 19, 2023
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Beyond the ethereal hues, reigns peace,
Incongruous with intrinsic ease.
Noshing desire tugs at the core fibers of my soul,
Wear tiredness bruise, frailty, and out-of-control.

The twinges of awe distort and narrow,
Dazzling me with its emerald harrow.
Crushing the sunlight rays that spread,
Oozing a cruel throb of dryness in my head.

The emptiness hosts sight and sound,
The truth is revealed by my idle ground.
Controversy seeps through my arteries,
Providing a safe haven for my mysteries.

Salt penetrates the skin's surface,
Water waves form in pools as they face.
Sharing the mind wonderful disarray,
So utterly, I'll be in anguish all day!

Life is blasted against the glass akin to sand,
Time is marked by simple, quiet steps stand.
What remains is a barely flickering light,
That is a velvety smear spackled in the sight.

Paradoxical Laughter

A well honed

Paradox

Results in laughter

Which clears the deck

Of all of  

Refined arguments

And questions...

Non Paradoxical Dilemma

Only for a moment
she stood beside me as mine
she promised to love forever
that day she stood striong and kind
she promised me her love
in an endearing  promising jesture
she kissed me to seal the deal
and said she'd be mine forever


Ode to Love 
might I celebrate our eagerness
as we are together
Nights before and days that
end endoring through and through

I stand proud to kiss you
hold your hand
as your lover
falls and springs
summertimes and
Winters chorest needs
I labor to honor
our love with one another
to stand opposse to
our unraveling
and promise to love each other

Paradoxical Insanity

Consternation flourishing through stress.
A swing to suasion that is silky and helpless.
Without notification, you slip away pointless.
Rather, there was a burst of uncanny swiftness.
The latest loop is slighter than season darkness.
Effects faint, yet long, the harm that is endless.
As you hear the wail, you quit, being speechless.  
Only I could understand paradoxical madness.
There is never a clear quotation near vainness.


Written: October 25, 2022

Paradoxical Drones

PARADOXICAL DRONES


God’s drones love to death;
Putin’s drones drop hating death—
Paradoxical:-

A Chance Encounter

A chance encounter
Love at first sight 
A cute meet
A romantic encounter
An unarranged fate
A blind date 
Not fortuitous
Not accidental of course
An arranged affair
A chance meet or a blind date 
Both may flourish
What's important 
The ending of the episode
A passionate courtship
A long ,loving marriage
Eternal happiness 
Fate can be good or bad
Unpredictable
Paradoxical 
Have no choice 
Helpless
Fate is fate
So far,cannot be understood
But so dependent
Only grateful or sorry 
Will be the ending 
Of the whole story
Oh,my god

There May Be a Paradoxical Mirror

There may be a mirror universe 
  in which time runs backwards
Hawkins hosts dinner for time travelers
  who eat dark matter for dessert
           
Thousands of Endurances think 
  critical thinking was just spotted on Mars 
where lonely elephants seek scientists
  Hawkins finds Planet 9 in a black hole
     
There may be an information paradox
  where elephants eat dark matter
Planet Nine still missing
  time runs backward while running out of time

Thousands of acres continue to burn
  there may be a paradoxical universe
Planet Nine attacked by RNA
  elephants create scientists

An Inconsistent Contradiction of Paradoxical Dissonance

I was told to write a poem,
but that's not how it works.
A poem has to write itself,
one cannot force the words..

This seems like contradiction,
but really it is not.
As when I began to think about it
the words came on the spot..

You can't make me write a poem,
it'll happen in its time.
Don't think that you've succeeded
at pulling out a rhyme.

Let me wipe off that expression
of smugness from your face.
This will never happen again,
poems have their time and place..

Poetry is not a given,
even with a muse.
Words have their own freedom
to happen as they choose.

So offer me a topic
for my next poetic verse.
And I'll show you once again
that no one forces words..

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