Short Yang Poems
Short Yang Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Yang by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Yang by length and keyword.
why
did you ying
my yang
was it for
love or lust
or just as
simply must
be near
or abhore
this meeting
such a bore
Where life does flourish,
In the heat of the jungle,
Death always follows --
Raising souls from the nether;
Reborn in starry ether.
Yin and Yang
To live
Among heathens
Every saint has a past
Every sinner has a future
So love
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What a wonderful setting beside a small forest
When autumn arrives with it's colourful chorus
Then surprise to us all
The leaves start to fall
And we're up to our ying yangs with a clean up abhorrent
© Jack Ellison 2015
Walking around,
looking down and see a pool of Light.
Getting a closer look,
and notice a little piece of Darkness.
Turn around,
and see a pool of Darkness.
Getting a closer look,
and notice a piece of Light.
Stuck in the middle,
nowhere to run.
Maybe in my past incarnation
I lived too much in Yang
Maybe in this incarnation
I live too much in Yin
The duality of living
Teaches us the balance of all things
Maybe this is my path to find
The balance between light and dark.
New eyes slowly open,
White light softly greets them.
New life will be copin',
Am I uhh...Her...or uhh...Him?
Mother's milk...suckled sweet.
Tasty! But a little crude!
An arching stream floods their feet,
Guess I came out...uhh...Dude!
Where my yin meets my yang
I hear a dissonant clang
My physician traced it back
all the way to the ‘Big Bang’
Seems I hopped aboard an asteroid
went for a wild ride
Hit my head on a comet
blasphemed, ‘God damn it!’
Iconically perceived bipolarities,
like receptive nuts round assertive bolts,
are all so orthodoxically well
Yet not nearly as paradoxically swell
as ironically received dipolarities,
like liberated convex pleasure poles
consummating concave passion holes.
One doesn’t stand on the Bongo
With roller affixed to the floor,
But sway as a reed in the wind
Or risk finding oneself thrown o’er.
A lesson from this childhood game:
Our center is found only with change.
The path to an equilib life
Is balancing our yin and our yang.
Rondelet: Yang be evil
for the continuously raped and hidden
minors of India
Yang be evil
Yin acts with rash impunity
Yang be evil
No power controls the Devil
Wombs despoiled in mad enmity
Innocence: raped humanity
Yang be evil
(c) T. Wignesan - Paris, 2012
Our love is two sided.
One side dark and cold.
Broken and rough.
Sad and tearful.
Full of negative energy.
The other, exciting and intense.
Naturally flowing and brilliant.
Deep and harmonious.
Magical and full of love.
When you put the sides together you get something balanced and beautiful.
You get us.
Form:
I wear a smile
I wear a frown
I’m feeling up
I’m feeling down.
I think of joys
I think of sorrows
I have my past
wait for tomorrows.
Words I’ve said
things I’ve done
things I’ve lost
things I’ve won.
Had my solace
had my pain
life is yin
life is yang.
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Without struggle there would be no progress
Without failure there would be no success
Without hurt there would be no love
Without below there would be no above
Without pain there would be no pleasure
Without work there would be no leisure
Without shadows there would be no light
Without death there would be no life
We fight like sisters
yet at times we get along
while you look for the right mister
im content on being alone
You end my conversations
before the ever start
while i make hesitations
you give your whole heart
we are alike but different
like a yin and yang
but we fit together
i hope we always stay the same
By: Kylie Arello
Form:
Yin And Yang
Wickedness can manifest itself amidst
extreme calm or utmost serenity
Righteousness overcomes adversity in
the heart of disarray and inequity
Penned: 1/4/22
Lake Worth
Florida USA
Born and bred in the empire
Does it prove that I’m bad
Always fit to what’s required
With my pride down in the gut
I’m deceptively serene
You are falsely agitated
I’m your yang and you’re my yin
We are Chinese belated
From the era of the sari
Beads and flowers in the hair
Our empires need to vary
So you’re gone, but still I care..
Reflecting on times, ones perfectly certain,
Without shadows of doubt on the mind,
As though shining, waiting by black or white curtains,
As though truth were so easy to find,
So clear now it seems, contrary to say,
Such clarity is not in the slightest,
As black, surely, but one dark shade of grey,
And pure white, just another, the lightest.
Only in darkness
I see light
I see stars
Twinkling in the sky
I see
The moon
Gracing the firmament
In sickness
I see health
In hunger
I see food
When downtrodden
I see joy
When alone
I seek companion
When hated
I seek love
Yin and Yang
That’s the way life is.
Thank, God
Humanity is moving
More toward Yang
The Light
beauty and ugliness are complementary,
for good and evil
complete us...
Anxiety and calm are important
we depend on each other,
mistake promotes success,
failure, invents glory...
From pain, joy is born...!
We are dually incomplete,
We seek unattainable perfection
We are a combination of concrete and abstract
Humans yes, divine particles yes,...!
I am so lucky to be able to say your love loves me
Because when it is cold you’re the reason I am warm
And when I am in hell on earth you are my heaven
Sometimes we fight but we always make up better than the rest
Nothing is perfect but when we are together we are as close as anyone could get
p.s. black and white are just titles when souls can see…
All impressions we ascribe as human is that within the scope of our perception of this universe's expressions is by degrees and modes of Yin and of Yang with balance imposed upon us, aside of us, and even at the expense of us, regardless of our collectively agreed upon ideals and especially our narrow definitions of a feminine and masculine imposed on men and women.
the silence that listens -
the stillness that anticipates
what is one
becomes the other
Earth spins
from yin to yang
- dark to light
- death to growth
what is one
becomes the other
infinite duality
less than grains of sand
in a mirror that reflects nothing
but a fleeting conscience
- seeds from death
that grow in the light
black is white and...
Affluent rain pours down and appreciates
Permeating and gentrifying the land
Saturating quietness (i.e.black noise) by
A vociferous ‘shhh’ plundering space
to proclaim material knowledge...Meager
drought desiccates up and depreciates
Emaciating and decaying the land
Suffocating din static (i.e.white noise) by
A dry famine fasting the mind to
reveal mysteries of wisdom within