Extremes Poems - Poems about Extremes

Mile high eyes Miss Imagination, beguile us with a new fairy tale. Style the hair of an unruly wish while writing a journey at grande scale. No way let your eyes start to open, throw out reality for daydreams. Below your lids let your mind wander, go past what is known aim for extremes....

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In the nighttime hours As the world deftly creeps by I summon my powers Spread my wings and fly Past cotton clouds, Snow-capped mountains, white I am lost and I am found I am beauty and blight Past the midnight chimes A soul searching for home Tangling myself in rhymes So as to not feel alone Catch the updraft of hope Friendship sun on my face My place in...

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I operate in abundance of extremes, Flirtish to skittish; kind-hearted to mean I am a tolerant bigot or a emotional stoic Yet everyone around me don’t even know it The tug-o-war of conflicting interests Both teams in an endless contest To control my fast twitch reflex Of my best defence; verbal offence. Shutting people down from entering my mind When I see...

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The carpet has two sides The upper surface with patterns The underside plain It describes two worlds The rich and the poor The dignity and the informality The solemn and the ordinary The authority and the civilian The high reputation and the low reputation The publicity and no visibility The difference makes the two extremes Unroll the carpet red and shining You're the king or...

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Approval's a craving, seeks even a smidge Conformity dictates no room to forgive Wealth is elusive, just over that ridge Fame's a hot flame that's intense but short-lived Faith's the assurance of things still unseen Hope, steadfast, certain for times in between Joy's not a feeling that scared, flees the scene And love is a person whose death washed us clean The first...

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Her love-life ruled by idyllic extremes romantic, passionate kisses on screens fairy-tale princes on stallions pale-cream Promises whispered on moonlit nights shoreline strolls under stars twinkling lights two lovers' eyes filled with amorous gleams Little wonder no beaux could live up to her billing any glimmer of hope she ended up killing ~ 'til she retired to...

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To be beaten by rain ...

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Water may be hard as ice Soft as steam Iron may be hard as mineral Soft as pills People can be good as saints Bad as ghosts Two extremes they may go Emotionally controlled or uncontrolled...

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She asks me to rate my pain on a, He asks how much I love him on a, Now please rate your professor on a, What would you say your mood is on a One to ten scale, one being the worst. Everything, at it's best, gets a nine. I want to believe there will always be something better in my future. I'm...

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Ah middle octave's musical note C, Balancing left-right hands, a resting point, And marked white all over the central key- Piano players do as it appoint. And beginners' first lesson, middling joint , Watering hole for fingers to return, To, a lesson of a lifetime to learn, That life's opposites tend to dwell extreme, A rudder that wont let life wide off...

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Craziest time in virulent living when protest is black and white to erase invisibility ...

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Explosion / Implosion, caught in the din Forces once pushing, now pull from within The physicist cries, as the mockingbird calls To see past tomorrow, today in freefall A binary motion of polar extremes All consciousness split —dark hole of my dreams (Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2019)...

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Yes, I talk to my cat... it’s good therapy and soothes her wandering...claws. Over the years I’ve exercised my imagination on her neurons. I’ve told here things you would not believe, it’s for a good laugh. She’s fascinated whenever the furnace comes on and goes off; I tell her, “It’s okay, it’s just the dragon downstairs. He keeps us warm...

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In this life, you cannot have both world's, no it can't be done. You choose one, either right or wrong, you win or you lose, you die or you live, you either keep on keeping on, or you keep on living on the ground floor. Both cannot merge. But another hidden way belongs to those who finds the middle path between the...

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Cafeteria Loud, boisterous Sweet-smelling, bread-making, cake-baking, Happy, well-fed, starving, hopeless Maddening, Saddening, Un-gladdening Quiet, Angry Homeless...

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