Short Oxymoron Poems
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a paradox juxtaposed ~ finds an oxymoron superimposed
even if you agree or opposed ~ a polarity shift transposed
By
David Kavanagh
Epigram #68:
OXYMORON
A thousand words align,
Not a pun or wit can sign.
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
05 April 2015
Singapore
A song to any other ear,
May just arrive as noise;
So Man,
Who could as well create,
Instead, Destroys.
Mankind - The first Oxymoron
BEEMED MOON
The moon, seeking light,
Nightly sneaks out to sunbathe;
Her fulfillment gained:-
What a phenomenal thing!
Sunbathing during the night:-
Constructive criticism,
A term oft misused.
In enhancing another's,
Daily performance.
Be politically correct,
and leave less abused.
Positive feedback,
Encourages conformance.
Freeloaders
Those who feel entitled to what others have
While envying and resenting them for having it;
Isn’t this a second cousin to an oxymoron?
Tom
SUN...
day...
night...
Oxymoron?
No! ~ Delight!
Keeping it to yourself,
while giving it away
Only poetry is split,
and structured this way
Keeping it to yourself,
then passing the torch
A deft oxymoron,
as light is re-sourced
(Dreamsleep: March, 2020)
Crowded,
Yet lonely,
Not alone,
But outcast,
Satisfied,
Yet hungry,
For the things,
I will never have,
Disciplined,
Yet rebellious,
Eager to be free,
Someday,
Dedicated,
Yet impatient,
Might just snap
Any second now,
A part-time poet.
Sounds like an oxymoron-
Poets work full time.
Capturing life in their minds-
Freeing it with chosen words.
July 1, 2019
Contest: Part-Time Poet
Sponsor: Michelle Faulkner
Alone in a crowd, together
with you, can be awfully good.
I am a cheerful pessimist
and so clearly misunderstood.
Eloquent silence, no dull roar
and some festive tranquility;
you are my magic realism-
my comfortable misery.
Thin Mints, an oxymoron
Heavy Mints is spot on
I think willpower deserves a badge
Never can eat just one
My goal? To make a Scouts’ pledge
I hem and haw and hedge
No more cookies, I wail
Try as I might I fail
So I eat the whole sleeve instead
prairie lighthouse
desert ship
arid ocean
soothing whip
ugly sunset
healing pain
somber puppy
fiery rain
gentle windstorm
happy wail
righteous sinner
see-through veil
eternal love
random fate
marriage vows
fleeting hate
Form:
Looking for a bittersweet beginning of the end,
Walking on and on straight round a bend -
I came upon a genius (so crazy),
Scrolling clearly confused with focus (so hazy)
Staring at his In-mail that he couldn't send!
Composed: 23rd August, 2026
Drowning in oxygen,
Freezing burns,
Tight space,
Why is this all weirdly normal?
Everyone is clearly confused
Because suffering silently,
Obsessive love,
Slowing plummeting
Isn’t to you acting normal?
I’m rejecting humanities contradictions
We become oxymorons
I was a joke in their slam books
Until a new wardrobe changed my looks
The cool kids called me “pretty ugly”
Now I’m Homecoming royalty
I was a nerd in the eighth grade
Now I’m the it girl in a parade
Waving to the whole neighborhood
Triumph boiling in my blood
#1
ground fog’s servant role
life’s earthly scent offered up
rain drops coalesce
#2
peace is oxymoron
evolution Nature’s plan
soul deepest meaning
#3
understanding flawed
promises are prismed light
God’s word must be felt
Brian Johnston
April 12, 2016
quick as a molten drop of wax
running down a dying candle,
a single drop of salty tear
left her sunken eyes' boundary
making its way downwards and fell
without a sound, crashing in bits,
like pulverized shards of glassware.
no one heard her soul's silent scream!
A prolonged loud silence
Shattering my belief
Baffling my spirit
Summoning an inevitable end
Of what we had between us
Shunning my existence
Severing the bond that tied us
The heart lies bruised by the callous attitude
And distance grows further between us
Nothing it seems stays forever.
Nine dozens of
Eight nothings
Veranda romance inside
Every man for no man
Running in place
Dearest husband
Or dearest wife
Urban legend
Brutal love
Truthful
Tall tales
Hidden hate
Introverted
Sex orgy
Three in a couple
Riot in the bathroom
Universal thought
Timeless fashion
Helpless god
Once again, the undisputed Grand High Exaulted Mistress Of the Quiz Universe;
Ms. Sharon!! Oxymoron (Billy Mays). Congratulations!! You win a dozen cases of
OxymoronClean hand delivered by the silver tongued bearded Osama-Bin-
Wanna-Be
of the airwaves, whose name I feel too disgusted to repeat again....
Form:
ALONE IN A CROWD
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
she’s alone in the bustling crowd~
around her, river of faces,
a current of hurried footsteps,
briefcases bumping, hushed goodbyes
archipelago of motion
no one notices her quietness~
train arrives, and she steps forward
departure’s anonymity
doing nothing save celebrating
pulse of innate aliveness
we are astonished
a path appears
upon which we tread
revitalising heart’s intent
aligned with God consciousness
an oxymoron
for God alone is
as seen so known
yet feeling separate
we surf the waves
gentling heart
vaporising
01-January-2023
Roads ahead i see no way to go
Troubled, inadequate what way to go
Mesmerized, hanging on, oh anima of justice
Free my demons, hide no more i came to conquer
Discover the deep, recover from pain, live the pain
I own the pain, days are to come i shall overcome
I am who i am, enlightening, oxymoron
I am human.
For: OXYMORON Poetry Contest * Sponsor: Nette Onclaud * August 31, 2025
Silent scream of dreams escaping
into reality becomes
meaningless sound of words as if
my ears are muffled by prattle
of life never moving into
the bold technicolor passion
that poets have defined as love
and promised to me forever.