Dichotomy Poems

Dichotomy poems that are original and profound. Explore a brilliant collection of dichotomy poetry that you can’t stop reading. These poems on dichotomy are published by poets from all over the world and are sure to keep you High On Poems!

Story Of A Poem

Story Of A Poem short poem

Old man loved poems was no secret, that he used to tell everyone in pomp; was what I didn’t know. He was all rhyme and rhythm, a whisper now and a bellow’s hiss, all in one and all too soon.

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First Words

First Words short poem

Tie the knot with my mortgaged life – I have started the self-descent. Don’t leave me alone – I have to unload some debts. It was very disturbing. I have again forgotten my alphabet and become illiterate. Your consent is

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Possessions

Possessions short poem

possessions are thé fruits that grow on a tree called relevance although arguably less striking than the beautiful tree that produces them this fruit continues to increase in popularity now mostly produced over seas and shipped in vast quantity too

Satan’s Nightmares

Satans Nightmares prose poem

The grass is a little greener and diamonds are made not of coal but a fabric the earth mother sews up, as the stars burn into a little pinch of ash that rains upon the thirsty One * * *

Help For This Day

Help For This Day short poem

When difficulties find their way The mind must reach beyond this day. Search beyond the horizon’s bounds. The mind can travel to new finds. Another day writes what it may. Sunshine drives the clouds away. The sunset will seal it

A Lifetime Ago

A Lifetime Ago short poem

we spoke for the first time at last all my dreams of her body heat spearmint breath came true sometimes people talk tilted away but like two flowers hungry for light we grew together there are cruel stories of lost

Separation

Separation short poem

The stranger that I am To you, to this whole world The realization sunk into me Dragging me into the depth of loneliness Where did I lose everything? But then, when did I have anything? Life seems to be a

Who Is She?

Who Is She? long poem

To those of you who do not know her I think I have a lot to say about her Her simplicity only makes me ponder That there can never be any other one like her To my excellent Cecilia The

Mistletoe

Mistletoe long poem

Hang it high, hang it low It really doesn’t matter, no Just hang that Mistletoe And kiss me, kiss me With all your heart and Soul You know that’s what I’ve been waiting for Ever since you came Through our

Ageism

Ageism short poem

A pervasive bareness walks like an honest lie on the road to truth the bone white marble God oversees the planet green’s woes a climate change of heart its manipulations its intrigues something remains unsaid when I look back I

Monilia

Monilia short poem

Irreverent arsenic of lake bottom was seeping in me I was riding on waves, moon-stuck. The nude shot of anemone, blindfolded after the criminal assault. Why they were throwing the lewed comments? A raw cave of white pain, drags the

Growing Old

Growing Old prose poem

It’s crazy how when we are young we have no care in the world. We live freely and just for today. We don’t think about tomorrow unless it’s a sleepover. friends party. concert. vacation, or school break. When we are

My Hope

My  Hope short poem

My hope is a bird with bright-colored wings My hope has the prettiest song a singer sings My hope it is always there to comfort me In my heart I know it always will be Sometimes my hope is to

Election Blues

Election Blues short poem

That’s it. I am never ever, ever, ever going out Ever again! Never. Why am I so awkward? Oh god everyone is laughing! Why me? A scarlet shade of shame If I cover my cheeks they’ll know I’m blushing. If

Paperboats

Paperboats short poem

If thoughts were paper boats, I’d catch one by its sail, And gently steer it, Towards the light that plays peekaboo, On your skin, That waltzes against mine, Stubble scathing through the softness, Till I can smell your breath, Contouring

Welcome Home Brothers

Welcome Home Brothers short poem

Taps sound, a shot is fired. An echo reverberates through the valley The splash of tear drops, The sound of muted sobs. Grieving friends and family gather For a man they hardly know. Quite and shy, a family man, For

Soul Chasm

Soul Chasm elegy

He left this place as he entered it, Curled in a foetal position, Eyes shut, cold and weak Hid neath’ the sheets behind the Doorway to his room His organs lay inanimate, resting under his bones And his eyes mocked

Do You Know This Girl?

Do You Know This Girl? prose poem

Do you know this girl? I wonder if you do. I know her now, but not as this mysterious, silent, sad figure. What is she looking for? Did she find it? The girl in the photo. Because she will grow

Sweetheart

Sweetheart short poem

I still wait for her every night, Watching the stars with blue light, One is still missing, and might have right, Sometimes, roaming places, kindling a game, My eyes know her unseen delight, And I enjoy her playful absence the

Depth Of Love

Depth Of Love short poem

The day Sun refuses to rise in the morning is the day your memory is wiped out of me Your memory is haunting me so much that I have forgotten to smile ,I find no trace of happiness and my

Dark Shadows

Dark Shadows short poem

The dark shadows will one day envelop the entire sky, no one will ever dare to fly, with the darkness rising above us, we will be always watched by the devil’s eye. someday, somehow, someone might rise, a prince will

The Majestic Octennial

The Majestic Octennial short poem

This poem is on the small town Udupi, and the beautiful temples that grace Udupi. Madhwa Acharya had been the man behind the vision, that thrives in its glory, timelessly. The hermit by the shore, with his followers A ship

My Love Smitten Heart

My Love Smitten Heart short poem

Deep in my heart is a home Where both of us roam A second heart Where your heart can roam Everywhere I go With your heart in tow Much is said Between the heart and head I have been told

Eagle’s Enhanced Rainbow

Eagles Enhanced Rainbow prose poem

While out hiking high in the Cascade Mountain Range, with jagged mountain peaks acting as my back drop, I watch as I behold in the glory of Creation a rainbow being created after a gentle rain shower. An eagle appears

Missing

Missing short poem

In the morning I miss my childhood In the mid day, the lunch We had together, In the evening the harmonious Sound of the musical tunes Of your talk, At night The short slumbers We had together, but now I

Yea, You All Look Alike

Yea, You All Look Alike short poem

The Democrats The baseball executives The cops The professionals and the experts and their assistants Swapping talking points and selling the deal Shoveling our infrastructure and our water to the rich as fast as you can Dispersing low grade food

The Revenge

The Revenge short poem

A mob rapes a moon under the blue sky. Then parades her half-naked body on the streets of clouds. Arousal of anger devours the mate in a nocturnal rendezvous with a sea horse; cuts off the head to shake out

Being Beautiful

Being Beautiful long poem

As the ink flows and the heart glows, While your words rejoice in an enormous light, How do you come up with another set of questions? And still have a peaceful plight.. Trust your instinct within, Feed your fire, fuel

That Song

That Song short poem

1,000 memories come rushing at me, when I hear the melody and feel the beat of the drums. When I hear the poetry, and the love within the lyrics… when the guitar is being strummed. For anyone else, it’s just

A Thread’s Tale

A Threads Tale prose poem

I am just a thread. I came out of the fibers of a tree older than letters, or – maybe – out of a cotton plant thrown by chance winds into a field where stones, flowers, thorns and wheat multiply,

Brothers In Arms

Brothers In Arms short poem

We were not blood, but we were brothers. We fought together all these years. And in this war were many others, Facing our great nation’s fears. Now I stand here, home from battle, I do not cry all that often…

windows Of Innocence

windows Of Innocence short poem

“Innocence looks through a window of crystal clear glass, there is no reflection, just perfect vision of clarity….. For it is through the eyes of a child that truth is captured, no shadows of grey…just pure simplicity. A child’s soul

Attachment

Attachment short poem

Happy and merry days flew fast like a jet,leaving me wondering was it all a day dream that happened Why am I not able to forget the past Knowing very well the bygone days can never return how come I

Rhymes Another Part

Rhymes Another Part short poem

Rhymes another part lies in your heart, Before seeing its noble birth. Strains beset like cascading blacken hairs long, Too soft and sense touching strong. Never let it assume slumberous maidenhood And fly fast to some distant wood. Stories, handful

Feelings Of Human

Feelings Of Human short poem

“Oh lord my eyes dried by warmth of regret “ “Pouring rain angainst by seeing ground and pebbles strain effect “ “I got aspirations too high “ “Torture ache is sharp as dagger mordant in nerves feel die” “Feelings cannot

December

Past days were awesome, Lost months were like blossom. Filled with love, joy, gain sometimes with tears, rains and some pain. Life like a bird knows how to fly, teaches not to give up , give it one more try.

Once When We Were Young

Once When We Were Young prose poem

I think we should have loved some more, Enough to satisfy a lifetime, Once, when we were young. We should have kept those kisses, As souvenirs and parting promises, For the dark days to come. We should have wept some

About Love

About Love short poem

This night, the moon shining at the window There are some noises tonight Tonight there are some noises to build love There are some noises tonight Not all angels look alike, not all, my love! With some there’s nothing left

Sweetness

Sweetness long poem

Through the distance, this comes from Sweetness to shower on you her heart’s soaring affection growing warmer, glowing brighter and more tender to assure you, rich or poor, you are still her life across the miles she would like to

November nights

November nights short poem

When the night train leaves the terminal, It’s body cold as a corpse, It’s lights alive as chickens in The butcher’s cage, I sit bunched up in my Flea market shawl beside the closed windows. I play that game of