Paradox Poems

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

Paradox Of Comparisons

Paradox Of Comparisons short poem

People who live all their lives observing others often amuse me.. Here is a poem to such… A happy neighbor causes such to go green, A sad neighbor may easily be demeaned… A rich neighbor may be the one in

Human Paradox

Human Paradox short poem

Life, at times, is full of irony, People talk roses but their deeds reap weeds.. Oh yeah! On one hand they pretend to be mascot of peace, On the other hand they don’t hesitate to suffocate anyone else’s speech. On

A Paradox Of Being

A Paradox Of Being short poem

The key is to avoid the grandeur or over trivialize Give self importance to the state of being or lose myself in the tide To be just a tiny speck or be the one and all Then have thoughts of

Gaia’s Paradox

Gaia’s Paradox long poem

Metallic spacecrafts cloud the sky Griffins, Dragons and Fairies spread their wings and fly Mermaids come on the back of Dolphins singing their sacred song of Precedent Well I wouldn’t of believed it either if I hadn’t of seen it

Paradox

Paradox short poem

The world is my canvas Full of confusion And chains My surroundings insist on me Holding on to the Pain but Why? Why I ask myself have we Gotten To this point where we See things for what they are

Paradox

Paradox prose poem

There is so much vividness in my mind and yet so much confusion . The animations that are racing in my mind just can’t find their way out. All the emotions which are absorbed in my hormones are unable to

A Mystic Paradox

A Mystic Paradox short poem

Not superficial, real inside, something was ruined. Tonight I will walk out in dark beyond me. Creased, under tyranny of love, wanted to unwrite the script in the stampede of sins. Impeachment throws up the shock syndrome. No wish to

Paradox

Paradox short poem

I’ve been self reflecting, But my mirror is broken. I’m a paradox. The only thing I know about my self Is that I know nothing about myself at all. Or do I? Through my broken mirror, am I lying? Or

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Just Freedom

Just Freedom long poem

When lips seek lips to quench a thirst of passion… Freedom slackens a knot in its belly and gasps!!! When limbs entangle in an embrace of abandon freedom.. comprehension gets drowned in the deluge of an emotional erotic Freedom between

Poems containing references to : Paradox

River Of Time

River Of Time short poem

Still-flowing River of Time! Would I may store you In dollar or dime Had you but store value! I would these cupped hands Could stay you, O indivisibly-grained sands Of invisibly-seen hue! And we shall, my love and I, Pit

Going Off Course With Friend Sim

Going Off Course With Friend Sim prose poem

Daunting golden towers triples on a desert horizon Off the highway, – where is the caravan? Pierce your sword here into the tan dune side and let the aloe vera flow out; A paradox that lingers on chaffed lips –

Thoughts Have Wings

Thoughts Have Wings long poem

Sitting here tonight thinking about you the phone rings and it’s you on the other end you say I was just thinking about you how have you been? I say well I’m fine but it’s kinda ironic I was just

Mum Is The Word…

Mum Is The Word... short poem

When I started seeing you, needs were accumulating. A great paradox. The price is high for stoicism. My inner life gets battering Give me something to think of escape. It was not a deliverance. I was learning daily from the

Stubborn

Stubborn short poem

I’ve never been very good at listening. I imagine that I resonate with a piece of you that reminds me of the same piece of me. When I come face to face with this piece. I realize that not everything

Lil Pump Know

Lil Pump Know short poem

turn up the stereo so everyone goes to hear the song of lil Pump know bust up the beat to promote its tempo take you to places you need to go flirting with fire coming down to the wire a

Simply Mendacious

Simply Mendacious short poem

Somewhere between being expressive and fictitious I got lost. Never did it cross my mind such drama for nuance, Maybe am not that adroit; but lately you’ve been so vexatious, Delving into an endless rest- for a tinge of flattery

Found Yourself

Found Yourself short poem

A parallel pain walks with you when you split into space and time. You were too shy to die, to feel the anguish and bliss of death. Something inside you springs into a tree for a half-life. The search for

Divine Musings

Divine Musings prose poem

In the most unusual manic-panic creep, Wildly lurking behind every corner, The Shadow was about to recover some ungraspable but always constantly desired idea.. A fantasy, a darker shade of fantasy: a fun fetish. Or, perhaps, could it be foolish

We Are The Ancients.

We Are The Ancients. prose poem

The Fermi Paradox: Where is everyone? The Universe is nearly 14 billion years old say those in the know. Enough time to populate our galaxy they say! But is this really so? The elements in our bodies where created in

Overcoming Alexithymia

Overcoming Alexithymia short poem

Many deaths I’ve to live In love, the twister That lifts me also splits me And slithers the creature Resident of my damned heart She’s expecting The galloping white horse I put on my lamp, hissing Against the mocking sun

A Sunny Wait…

A Sunny Wait... short poem

Young days start with a nostalgia for a lost freedom Anxiety was the prime suspect. As the age moves on, truth consumes the virtue. I hold this insult in the throes of conscience with tears. The dreams did not last

Belonging

Belonging short poem

Let me navigate the resentment in non-verbal manner, I go in myself, dislocating the whole experience of goodness for vulnerability I was stung a hundred times into playing a role not of mine deceiving the life, which was on the

We Are The Ancients

We Are The Ancients prose poem

The Fermi Paradox: Where is everyone? The Universe is nearly 14 billion years old say those in the know. Enough time to populate our galaxy they say! But is this really so? The elements in our bodies were created in

The Beasts’ And The Birds’ Claim

The Beasts And The Birds Claim short poem

We are beasts for we never follow human rules and laws We hate mansions, for the whole world is like a mansion Man may live in designed mansions, but they are not free like us For they are in the

Space Time

Space Time short poem

The Fermi Paradox: Where is everyone? The Universe is nearly 14 billion years old say those in the know. Enough time to populate our galaxy they say! But is this really so? The elements in our bodies were created in

The Digital Divide

The Digital Divide short poem

Gone are the days when faces were buried into books We are now phasing out the books for FaceBook Those were times when kids jumped, played hide-n-seek and bruised knees Now it’s all about swiping, wiping and fidgeting with keys…

Papyrus

Papyrus short poem

Let me go first in the cave to see the hollow-eyed, bird-face, my ancestor, relic of reclusive committment, eaten by hierarchical grass, inch by inch. Calories burn to free the bones from the green pond, beached, skinned and fished alive

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The Goddess Of Love

The Goddess Of Love long poem

The exuberant fire that burns within my soul, In that first embrace of a lover’s smile; Shall forever be held, in equality to the power of love. Her servant shall forever wish for her luminous, infallible, tongue. Which speaks of

Future Signs

Future Signs short poem

arriving to shun that wolf on your blood’s trail, you comb through rubble, tormented: ………………………………………………………………………………………………………… glimpse of fear, fixated at otherness of yellow sin, threatened, panic white, suicide note; now you have come out from your tremors stillborn, sine die

The Refuge

The Refuge short poem

I see the colours shading the pretty smile in thoughts forlorn, The tears as bright as a diamond, but that shone aloof and alone. I hide the whimsical rays in the pocket of hope, But the hope that knows nowhere

A Stupid Belief

A Stupid Belief short poem

Oft have I heard the preachers say “Time and Tide waits for none” This is false, quite untrue; ‘Coz time and tide do wait for some. The days of day-dreaming and fairytales have passed away, Responsibilities and tensions have made

Fire In Me

Fire In Me short poem

Fire in me takes me to burn My heart my soul in real trance Path of love takes no return I have to take this love chance My passion has all love colors My sentiments are breeze in spring My

Happiness Happens

Happiness Happens short poem

t Happiness descends on me Seeing floating clouds in the sky Flying birds fascinate me Seems with them as if I fly. Flapping wings of butterfly Are soporifically gratifying Seems with them As if I am merrily gliding. Bubble-bees humming

Time Machine!

Time Machine! short poem

Looking back, At the times we left behind, I always wish, I would never have been so blind… The smile I carried, Which I brought upon your face, We didn’t know the importance, We walked a slow pace. A land

It’s Nothing But A Dream

Its Nothing But A Dream prose poem

They say.. a dream can keep you alive Out of the darkest night where all hope stops to fight… They say… a dream can keep you alive. Where tears never come to an end and all strengths begin to bend

Face your real face

Face your real face short poem

I’m a temporary guest, I will one day fall and distinguish, But you don’t deserve this title, because you are going to be here, you have the power, to turn evil into goodness, your destiny is different from mine, I

Yonder Slumbering

Yonder Slumbering short poem

Tell me not to rise again, Yonder slumbering magic hands of futility Have lulled me to rest in suave peace’s grave And are inviting drowsiness enough to blink. Thanks thou merchant of senselessness Trades countless pains in forlorn heart Till

Just Cried

Just Cried short poem

Do not want to foresee; the unknown me. On the tip of tongue a stunted silence with singularity sits. Me and my lantern burn in dark. Thumbs down: the compact seeking in failed state alters the future generation. A reverse

A Love Story

A Love Story prose poem

The girl is an ultra-modern scholar, Belongs with an upper-middle class family. Looking very nice, smart, gets angry suddenly. She reads M.A in English at Presidency University. She is assimilating the ideas of Shakespeare, Shelley, Keats, Neruda, Byron… Fluently speaks

What Is Color?

What Is Color? short poem

Anyone can see what color is. anyone can see. it’s this. Black on white In a multicolored screen. black on white On paper seen but what is color? You can look at me in an awkward style or you can

My Fair And Rare Mother

My Fair And Rare Mother short poem

Mother, you mirror sacrifice ,patience and submission Toiling hard with an unquenchable vigour Suffering every pain with an unfathomable power Striving to reach your goal without failure.! You are a being of many faces Being infallible and loudable in your

The Changing Color Of Hydrangeas

The Changing Color Of Hydrangeas long poem

It happens every time when it rains in the backstreets you can feel through the rhythm of pending death the blood pulse in your ears an echo in a seashell your life staggering like a ballet dancer on a wire

Reality Strikes

Reality Strikes short poem

The gentle touch of the breeze Unfolds the fragrant petals To have the nectar, the bees And butterfly on it settles. All around is green The nature’s carpet laid. The blue sky above, and The clouds giving the shade. The

Welcome — 2018

Welcome     2018 prose poem

Hail New Year ! The guest most honoured And welcomed with utmost cheer Around the world, everywhere ! With houses and homes all lit up And vibrant floral decors Sweet music floating in the air Mingling with laughter and cheer

Ubiquitous Being

Ubiquitous Being short poem

I look at a slice of sky and weather from the window of my sick room tethered to the bed by depression. Time has come. Somebody will lay me open. Must I suffer with deep holes in buried mind where

This Must Be What They Call Pain!

This Must Be What They Call Pain! short poem

Am I alive? Is this a dream? Won’t I ever wake? Will I forever scream? The mind says, but my eyes don’t see, My soul wanders like a flowerless bee. Each step I take amongst the endless waste, Minefields of