Best Imbalance Poems
I remember the days
before technology
before computers
before cell phones
before smart tvs
In particular
I remember one summer day
when I heard on the radio
that the microwave oven
had been invented !
I really thought this was it ~
they had finally invented
every possible thing
but then…
they put a man on the moon
and it was only the beginning !
How our world has since
spun out of our grasp
illusions of grandeur
never nearly big enough
exploration beyond our universe
trying to connect with aliens
when we can't get along
within our human race
Priorities askew ~
Who cares about
this endless technology
What if our geniuses focused on ~
feeding the starving nations
sending all children to school
caring for mistreated animals
fixing the environment that’s
damaged beyond repair ~
They could try solving greed
and cruelty
and selfishness
for starters
The countertop microwave oven affordable for residential use was introduced in the late 1970s.
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Submitted on September 18, 2020 for contest A HISTORIC EVENT sponsored by WILLIAM KEKAULA - RANKED 3RD
and on October 2, 2018 for ALL 'DIM ONES AND ZEROS - A PROGRAMMING CONTEST sponsored by BRAHN BAILEY
i used to think
loving you too much
was romantic.
now i see—
it was me
giving away parts of myself
like clearance items,
hoping you’d find value
in something
i had already discounted.
you thought my devotion
was desperation.
you watched me fold
into smaller versions of myself
just to fit your world.
and when i broke,
you called me dramatic.
but i wasn’t asking for too much.
i was just asking you
to notice
that i gave everything
and asked
for almost nothing.
now,
i look at who i was with you—
and i forgive her.
she didn’t know
love isn’t supposed to
humiliate.
Imbalance
Was it worth it I say to you my Lord?
The agony and the despair in a group.
Right and wrong define a mega-loop.
Some are enthralled others are bored.
Some balanced to strike a right chord.
You give you take with one big whoop.
I see and I blend like a homemade soup.
I adjust and readjust daily with a sword.
Sometimes I just want to run away,
But where would I go, you’d follow.
I scream kick and shout just to stay.
But then you’ll get way too hollow.
So I am damned if I do and damned if I do not.
So I tip my hat to imbalance and cast you a lot.
© Copyright: Ann Rich 2008
I was led to believe that inner beauty speaks volumes.
But chapter by chapter i am inclined to regret my hard reading.
The time has been worn down with cheap adaptations.
Furthering my belief that the past i should have no recollection.
She became tepid with her second hand emotions.
Sullen in voice yet destructive with sedation.
Page by page a new revelation.
The imbalance of honesty is sought for translation.
The binding may hold rigid standing to attention.
But its contents lack substance.
All questions but no answers.....
My knees get weak-
As you whisper;
Sweet nothings in my ear.
I start to shiver
At the words delivered,
Our fate becoming clear.
You caress my skin,
Leaving trails of kisses;
Every place you touch.
My breath deepens-
As your mouth meets mine.
The pleasure is getting to be too much.
Our passion is apparent.
Our kisses become rhythm.
Our love becomes a song.
I could never really fathom,
How these feelings could be;
So wrong.
Now I sit and think,
Of how it had to end.
Our closeness is slowly dying.
If I said that I could forget about you-
this feeling of being safe;
I know that I would be lying.
Every time I see you,
I want to press your body to mine;
I want to hold you tight.
I love you-
Even though I know that;
You can't be- 'Mr. Right'.
So the struggle continues;
I'll always love you-
Until the end.
It kills me to know...
that you can't think of me;
as nothing but a friend.
So you have an imbalance
And you still live in the real
Real world things affect you differently
And you take meds to keep you
Well…chilled and balance.
So you suffer from depression at times
And for different reasons
You get sad
You recently lost a parent
And you feel guilty and just plain bad.
You use what the world called coping skills
Just to help you well…deal.
The only way to deal with finding the mental balance
Is being grounded in the Lord God.
A true relationship with Christ
Will keep us from gambling with dice
When it to trying out different meds
Just to find a balance
Because He is our healer and our peace.
For Christ sake, shut up!
And let me be
Why must you always come up
At times like this?
What have I done to you
To deserve this torture
As a prize from you?
This wasn’t my plan for a better future
The rest I seek to have
You won’t let find
The peace I desire to know
You won’t let me behold
You are tearing my life into shreds
Making my world uncomfortable
And killing faster than I’d ever have imagined
The sleepless nights
Seem to you not enough
The heart aches and fights
Seem to you a thing of fun
You’ve made me cry
Tears of wasted years
And now on my skin they dry
Tears of bitterness
And now hatred for my mistakes
Cuz I know not what lies a stake
I curse the day you sprang up in me
At the mere touch of your master ‘love’.
All these while in me you silently lived
As quiet and beautifully as a dove.
Never did you bother me this way
You painted my world with colors of the rainbow
And now here we are today
All dwelling in love’s shadow
What is left of my skeleton
That you’ve come to take.
No way! You can’t have it
How can you desire your own cake?
Disappear at once!
For a second chance you do not deserve.
And they don't believe me
But I hope you will because baby I'm falling under
And no one understands the truth about me.
I tried today and I'll try tomorrow
But I'm never going to pull through
Don't tell me this fate isn't so.
I'm at the lowest point in my life
The demons have slashed me with their knives
And chaos spreads through every inch of me
l
And I don't care whether you can see
Because the pain is there.
You say don't be sad
But that makes me so mad
Look at my forlorn life, man
My loves they all ran
They were never there were they?
Kill me God, take me, please.
Listen to my scream.
Listen to me moan.
Watch me cry.
And watch me die.
That is the one way I will get better.
But that isn't going to happen.
This is the story of my life.
We’ve all been a part of universe,
though not as older as nature,
& its not wise to think of only us as adverse,
as we’ve got something as imperfect as this creature.
We’ve always been aware of known side of coin,
& the other side’s been left unknown,
for all those who appreciate nature’s gifts & variety,
there are numerous realities to be shown.
You bless them with fertile land, rivers & favourable climate,
they’ll exploit these legacies to become superior races,
but what about these barren lands, & unsupportive surroundings as fate?,
that though, unwillingly accepted, have worsened many unfortunate faces,
So, why only man blamed & held responsible?, my mate!,
for all these killings & various brutal cases.
So why only to blame us for all these cases?
We often derive strength & inspiration from this vibrant nature,
acts as a vital component in sustaining our life styles,
but, what about the other side of its incredible stature?,
that devastates every dream across thousands of miles,
without a slightest concern of miseries & cries of this creature.
Man’s accepted all the nature’s benefits,
& now he’ll accept all of nature’s challenging outfits,
but he’ll still comfort himself,
coz, he’s a man,
& will work as much as he can,
to embrace the bereaved,
in every possible way, until they are relieved,
coz, he’s a man.
In sympathy if he’s ready to embrace,
then why ready to destroy in disgrace?,
coz, there’s a variation,
in his overall creation,
since, he’s a part of this imperfect environment,
coz, if roof’s low, you’ve got to bent,
So, why to blame man for problems with different bases?,
So why to blame man for all of these inhumane cases?,
So if nature’s imperfect,
Why to expect man to be perfect?
Love is a bit of comedy, so be rough with love.
He arranges her one way and then another,
in itchy dissatisfaction. She surrenders to the role
like a silent bystander, a plaything in the hands
of impatience - what does he want?
“Like this,” he says in a schoolteacher’s voice.
The imbalance of power, the almost impersonal
manipulations, the momentum toward surrender,
and then the shocking, primal desire - to meld -
like a gunshot in a canyon long thought empty.
A monster unleashed
man, nature crucial crossroads
angels watch and weep
We possess a harmonious imbalance;
A teetering of steadiness
Placed on a soft rock.
The night brings us so much light;
With my eyes closed, I see
You’re moving, but still.
Gently, I forcefully place my hands
Upon your wet, but dry being,
Drowning me in thirst.
The distance keeps us forever close;
In our minds, our bodies are one
Screaming quietly.
Imbalance itself is a disease
A sonnet for Gender Inequality.Hope you will enjoy it.
Imbalance
O boy, O boy whom to confront,
They reckon we are unequal, it's sheer pretension.
We are par above the so-called male ideology,
We are the same with only different biology.
O boy, O boy whom to share our hue,
They differ us as pink, they remain blue.
We have an extremely high potential in various chores,
Don't disregard us society, We are more competent to roar.
O boy, O boy whom to mumble our gripe,
Our signs itself depicts we stand upright.
The male symbol goes haywire in the shade,
But we are firm with an " O "and standing down with pride.
O boy, O boy whom to call our own in this world,
Where the patriarchal regimen takes the swirl.
We are multi-talented you see,
We can work at the office and still manage the hierarchy.
O boy, O boy whom to scream and groan,
Who will end this grievance which is undoubtedly wrong?
We are like sweet streams made by our Almighty,
We will combat, make our path, and accomplish our liberty.
Balance remains with neutral
not with imbalance
Imbalance neither with itself
nor with balance or with neutral