Contrast
(Verse1)
Sunset would be a tragedy
If sunrise wasn't certain
Photons waiting patiently
Behind night's curtain
A rose garden isn't beautiful
Without the contrast of weeds
Both blossom in unison
Unbiasedly pollinated by the bees
The promenade ain't pretty
Without the contrast of the rotten pier
Melted ice cream attracting wasps
Children scattering in fear
(Chorus)
Words are nimble
Words are quick
Words build verses and structures
Just like bricks
Words then weather like wisdom
In time, they turn to dust
Where there is Ironwork
There will be rust
(Verse 2)
You can't appreciate the landscape
If the height scares you from the trees
You can't call yourself a movie buff
If you're only watching feelgood comedies
The vessels all look pristine and pretty
But are encrusted below the waterline
Lyrics and poetry can sound so lovely
But there's barbed wire in many a rhyme
Human existence is juxtaposition
A thousand opposing views
If you can't absorb the horror
Don't turn on the evening news
(Chorus)
Words are nimble
Words are quick
Words build verses and structures
Just like bricks
Words then weather like wisdom
In time, they turn to dust
Where there is Ironwork
There will be rust
(Verse 3)
Pleasure needs its counterweight
Thistles among wildflowers
The sweet just ain't as sweet
Unless you've tasted the sour
Many a blind blinkered reader
Can pick their favourite pleasant stanzas
Asking the most comfortable questions
Feeling the most difficult answers
If some of my lyrics offend
Then I wish I could wave a magic wand
But I believe art should be uncensored
Our prettiest parts are our thorns
(Chorus)
Words are nimble
Words are quick
Words build verses and structures
Just like bricks
Words then weather like wisdom
In time, they turn to dust
Where there is Ironwork
There will be rust
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Author:
Syd (
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- Comment from author about the poem: A rewrite of a song / poem I first posted in January 2026. I was walking on a beach with a rotten old pier, this started off the writing process. The real meaning is about some of my earlier darker writes which can put readers off, but my argument is that you can't make an omelette without breaking eggs. I've added a whole verse, tweaked lyrics and made a half decent video. Lyrics: Original work by Syd (False Sense) Music: AI-generated composition © Lyrics copyright reserved Images AI generated
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
This poem/song is full of the positives and negatives of life the balance that is necessary to enjoy the good. Well done.
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