Best Animosities Poems
*Note - I posted this some time ago on PS and it got POTD, resulting in over fifty comments of support. Social media is a fickle animal, sometimes dangerous. We poets like to imagine ourselves artists, dreamers, even visionaries. In fact, we are simply a microcosm reflecting the larger world around us. A world filled with prejudices, biases, animosities and yes, even hate. It is my sincere hope that the poets of Poetry Soup will put aside underlying tensions and hurt feelings to unite as one voice, one heart. It won't be easy, but with effort it can be done. Agape love is the key.
There’s a new sound in the air
Can you hear it?
It’s a song we all can share
Will you sing it?
It’s a lyric full of hope
Words of peace to help us cope
There’s a new sound in the air
Can you hear it?
There’s a new vibe all around
Can you feel it?
If you’re lost you can be found
Will you trust it?
It’s a safe line of defense
from harsh words that cause offense
There’s a new vibe in the air
Can you feel it?
I’m a dreamer can’t you see?
We are poets you and me
Can we sing in unity?
Let the music set us free
There’s a new sun in the sky
Can you see it?
Free your mind and don’t ask why
Just accept it
Let the rainbow guide us home
Life is dull in monochrome
There’s a new sun in the sky
Can’t you see it?
I’m a dreamer can’t you see?
We are poets you and me
Can we sing in unity?
Let the music set us free
We’re all dreamers you and me (yeah)
And we share one family tree (yeah)
Let’s agree to disagree (yeah)
Sing in perfect harmony (yeah)
Categories:
animosities, love, song,
Form:
Lyric
A shaman prays, the Spirit hears
While a Seventh Calvary regiment waits
Unarmed, a tribe endures a Union's hate
Their animosities, and their fears
As the blue coats begin to circle...
Their wrath begins to circle.
That shaman saw but a single Spirit
That was split between different beliefs
He could accept the white Spirit Chief
But the white men would not hear it
They would not blend their God
With the red heathen God.
Anger explodes behind powdered shot
Spraying death from muzzled shame
Cruelly winning their ill gotten fame
Painted heroes claim a tainted spot
History claims the Ghost Dance...
As death claims the last dance.
A Dakota creek runs darkly red
Forever silencing the Ghost Dance
A chanting shaman dies in his trance
One hundred fifty Sioux lay dead
Now, only blue coats remain...
Only the blue remain.
A creek ran red with Union shame
When a shaman called the Spirit Great
And that Spirit did not hesitate
He fell on Wounded Knee and came
To take His people home...
His people swiftly home.
Timothy I. Brumley
Categories:
animosities, history, inspirational, native americandeath,
Form:
Narrative
Love should only ever kindle the present and the future. Not the past…
Primarily, I am second.
For I have placed others on similar platforms
Made of charred cedar and revamped memories
Unintentionally
It is not intent that we embrace, but the end result.
Good, brief.
Bad, seared.
Branded
I hang my smile on half-mast remembrance,
The elaborate touch of yesterday’s smile
Forgotten
And days go by
Where cryptic anger holds me dear
Because my identity becomes nothing more
Than a discarded 140 characters
Yet, this handsome error
Will still smile through the equally equivocal flaws
Of others
We are a marathon running on seismographic parallels.
Faults, unbecoming
Faults, embedded
One-sided
Expiration, denied
The pricelessness of my heart, cost overridden
Perhaps it has become the only option
To keep love’s punishment, subdued
While songs of psychic animosities,
Lay judgment on unawareness’ smile
It is not easy to reach wanton goals,
While attempts to (mind) read incoming ruptures
Incorporate 50% success rate
We stumbled when we ran yesterday.
We will stumble when we walk today.
We shall stumble upon the sunrise & sunset of tomorrow.
Why couldn’t you just hold my hand when we fall?
…
I am, Error.
One day, I will become a candle in the wind
Extinguished
Will the winds upon angel’s wing
Be guided by those same smiles
Tossed into amnesia’s similar gust
©D.J.E.
Categories:
animosities, friend, friendship, life, love,
Form:
Free verse
“If you cannot be yourself, do not take away the identity of another.” -D.J.E.
Why do you return in another form,
Another residual voice?
Did you forget the palpable scar you left
Through your romantic coercions?
We believed you.
We trusted you.
We even kind of liked you.
You knew this,
You cherished this.
Yet, with enamoring backhands
You crossed the boundary of someone else's heart
While you forgot to rediscover
Your own independent territory
All in the name of co-dependent epiphanies.
Blame the shameful animosities around you
As you hide behind atmospheric rainbows
And tectonic miseries
You reach for the loins of those in disdain
As your smile falsely proclaims
That it will stop their rain
Your stalker’s reign,
The only truth behind your crooked swagger
Verbally, your conjugated kiss could never complete my sentences…
…for I’ve already been sentenced to a lifetime of paradoxical complexities.
And no matter how many profile pics you lay claim to,
You malicious self-worth will always be defaulted.
©D.J.E. – July 5th, 2018
Categories:
animosities, betrayal, identity, trust,
Form:
Free verse
Each generation
is the next link in the chain
But our ancestral past
won’t let the future children
of posterity go, to run free
Adam and Eve put the first breach
in the human chain
Caused us to start building fences,
made neighbors divide themselves
Your little white girl
wandered into my yard the other day
Bless her little heart,
she started picking some daisy flowers
My little black girl saw her,
and came outside to play with her neighbor
Innocent fun had by everyone
Your little girl put a daisy flower
in my little girl’s hair
Said they were both at a wedding,
and started holding hands and dancing
A tear of joy came from my eye,
as I thought about how, as neighbors,
you and I don’t speak much
We’re the ones so out of touch
I now realize a daisy chain is a soul connection
Letting go of past animosities
will break the chain of distrust caused by sin ...
will mend the fences of brotherly love again
Categories:
animosities, children, culture, love, spiritual,
Form:
Free verse
My words echo back to me
Off barren walls
Through empty halls
Find no hearing ears this eve
Except my own
I'm quite alone.
Soon perhaps I'll leave this place
For greener fields
'Cross distant hills
And never happen back this way
Except in thought
For lessons taught.
I'll follow perchance this gale
That birthed my soul
And kept the coals of hope aglow
A peaceful breeze that fills my sails
And safely takes me
Across seas of animosities.
Here the grass has all but died
And turned to brown
Exposing bare ground
No longer can my roots be tied
I'll leave the wind the master
To choose a way to greener pastures.
Timothy I. Brumley
Just in case any of my fans are wondering, I wrote this poem in 1979 just
before coming back from overseas during my enlistment in the Air Force.
The breeze, or gale, mentioned above represents the Holy Spirit.
Categories:
animosities, adventure, faith, introspection
Form:
Rhyme
There are circumstances in life
that frighten people from finding new thresholds
as the random footstep trepidates the mellow rabbit,
the immense,monumental,momentous achievements of our lives
oft commence with common & innocuous prevails
over mild and trite tribulations,
impulsions,risks,spontenieaties
are the instruments of the gallant,
the anxiety of the meek,and the ruin of the impetuous,
as discretion is the anvil of Justice,
the sage & accomplished do not seek out the epic
because they are well tempered like the hammer of Justice,
the courageously wise kiss the epic twist,
the tough,tenacious & triumphant need the epic
like stars require the dark for shine,
a castle without seige is just a large lonely home,
epic provides aspirations,
epic emotions, epic companionships, epic animosities
throw us into pits of peril and the satisfaction of survival,
inspiration,creation are Godsends not habbit,
epic pain, epic joy, epic heartache & hardship, epic strength
are the fruits of the lightning struck tree,
let the crows,and eagles rest on thee, golden habitat,
adore epic dreams, epic fidelity, epic failure and epic resuscitations,
heed the sqwuak of the shy scavangers
who mock,jeer & hide from epic presentations,
let your Soul require epic strain,stress and salvation,
without Epic there is only starving eagerness for existence
which will grind spirit upon stone of pumice -
J.A.B.
Categories:
animosities, hope,
Form:
Didactic
Chiraq
Date: Sun, Nov 15 2015 at 9:22 PM
("Killings")
("Victims")
"Imprisoned"
Highest ("Statistics")
In the ("System")
And of ("Disease")
Feeding the belly of the Beast "Obese"
Separated from Fathers & "Mothers"
Become "Hustlers"
Of the Streets Become "Brothers"
They Judge US by "Colors"
Only rightfully Almighty God Judge Can "Conduct"
"Poverty"
"Animosities"
Against the "Society"
Of the "Rivalries"
"Fighting" amongst Each "Other"
Mothers "Crying"
City "Dying"
Children in the City caught into "Violence"
Police "Sirens"
Ambulances "Flying"
To the scene "Outlining"
Of the Innocent "Lying"
Guilty of the Choices "Decided"
Drugs, & Guns "Imported"
From the "Forces"
To Openly "Extorting"
In the Man's "Voyage" Of "Torrents"
College "Tuitions" an "Unemployment"
Not Enough "Fruition" in the Schools Educational "Fulfilment"
I'm Speaking of Knowledge & "Wisdom"
Not in Texts "Written"
An History or Historic "Recipients"
It's Books "Written" of Historic "Apprenticeship"
"Inventions" Etcetera "Printed"
But in schools today not "Descended"
Math, Science, Reading, (Language) "Arts"
Speaking a "Language"
"Nameless"
to say isn't the "Hearth"
Of a "Nation" Created from the "Arch"
Of Gods "Blueprints"
It's not Blue's Clues to find the Blue "Scripts"
The (Media's) "Encyclopedias"
Is "Onamotopoedia"
Same Sound repeating the Image of the "Deceivers"
Amongst the ("Receivers")
Gangs, Sets, "Organizations"
Built on ("Foundations")
Amongst the Creation of the ("Nation")
That has been "Forsaken"
This the life "Chose"
Of ("Those")
Generations from Generations ("Rose")
Pray for a Change but I'll never "See" it
Because we Endangered Species in Existence upon ("Extinction")
I Hate Chicago an the World for number of ("Reasons")
I ain't on the Outside looking ("In")
Looking from Both sides of the ("Tent")
I ("Vent")
Is life all that has to offer to ("Exist")?
Categories:
animosities, how i feel, lost,
Form:
Free verse
AEONIA-
AEONI-
AEON-
Vestal purity, all men succumb- the Virgin whose eyes stare silver beams- crystallizing his very soul. He, and all who gaze upon she.
Aeonia writhes behind fallen lids, unable to awake. Betrayal of her psyche-. Silk whispers upon her sweat soaked skin. 1000 nights have come and gone as she still writhes, unable to awaken.
Her **** swallows the evil the world has delighted in - all betrayal, lies and sin.
Dripping from between her great legs are left the dregs of green heat,
jealous heat that slides down and puddles on the floor.
The vacuousness of her **** has left no good...
fear, hatred and rage are ****ed inside of her... pounded into her birthing, ever birthing animosities.
Sludgy sperm of bastards evil- threaten to fertilize her eggs. Gray fetuses passing through her pose the question- "Why?"
She dares not answer, for to open her mouth would invite flies to lay their maggot eggs upon her very tongue...
Still she cannot- dare not open her eyes...not yet.
Screams! tortured hyena throes of Thorazine echo in her mind.
Do Not Open Your Eyes!
Aeonia- and her aeons!
Ever lay bare and never to see, never to move.
Aeonia! Why have the gods punished you? Fair one of the crystalline silver eyes?
Time immemorial, leperous tongue dies piece by piece, inch by inch until nay but a smarted stub exists.
Who hears you anyways? No one to hear your cries whore!
Whore of all women, shall we call you Eve?
Cocks of man and gods and kings all rape your syphallic cave-
one by one.
Whore! You are blamed! Oh Aeonia, for misbegotten deeds by every wife, woman and queen!
Succubi, WITCH! A potion of cat claws and rat maws you brewed, from Adam to the last man standing, you are to be blamed! For his infidelity, his disease, his shame!
Categories:
animosities, angst, girlfriend-boyfriend, loss, sad,
Form:
Free verse
Beware! in our own confines - a predator
hiding without so much as a warm hello,
Persona non grata veils its character.
It’s green with greed and jealously pale yellow;
our words give vent to this parasite-fellow.
A proud remnant perhaps of a life once led,
it bleeds blue with glowing spots of angry red.
Banning this contender for hostilities!
we’re obliged, as it rears his hoary, gray head,
to bid: Begone! with your animosities.
March 31, 2014
Categories:
animosities, 11th grade, evil, symbolism,
Form:
Dizain
ALL OF ME
World's written with the fictions that one can't explain ,
The streams full of photonic dust leads to abodes in gain.
Empyreal deity embraces me ,
Episodic cuddlefests then braces me .
Bouts and animosities all obliterate ,
I do venditore the past but am not alone .
All the gayness , peace, pride hails ,
All the halcyon moments prevails .
Then murmuring the enchanting prays
I say ,
Its All Of Me ,
loving all of them .
And they are neither the fortune,
nor a diviner I am.
Its just feeling a halo ,
Walking forth a welkin ,
The feels are ephemeral
but it stays right here eternal .
As I see the zodiacal light
with all the horizon paint white.
Figured anelapsis with cool vibes .
As I say ,
Its All Of Me ,
loving all of them .
And that them,
is a supreme one.
The deity !
The God !
S•R•
@thatoneshe_
Categories:
animosities, allah, angel, bible, devotion,
Form:
Prose Poetry
When times are good friendship blossoms
It fragrances all about
The sweet perfume of love
Let’s all about know
That no ill-will can see the light of day
Animosity can however set in quickly
Like a fast blowing wind
The sand castle of friendship can scatter
Far and wide
The shallow foundation
No match for the storms that now rage
This vitriol
Coupled with self-eroding contempt
Often puts paid to reconciliation
How fickle is friendship
How swiftly and cruelly it can be reversed
Turning to hatred
Leaving deep never healing scars
On one’s psyche
A fraternity of equals
The players of this social tangle
Had hoped and wanted to be
Sadly for some it wasn’t meant to be
Like hot water left to cool
The cold of unfriendliness may set in gradually
Or pour down with viciousness so abruptly
The reason can often to the injured party
A mystery be
The building blocks of unity
Are suddenly set alight
The flames of friendship past
Can burn oh so bright
Words spoken that cannot be recanted
Wound with skill
How advantageous is past familiarity
The knife knows where to grievously harm
Maiming with willful intent
How artful is treachery
Rage uncontained
Poisons all
A scene of no holds barred
A spectacle most dismal
The victor is but a fool
To think he has won
For he only fans the flames
That inevitably will consume him
Dirty laundry aired carelessly
Reeks mostly acridly
The recanting of embarrassing moments past
The venting of animosities that smouldered for too long
Is often too much to bear even for
The feuding ex-friends
There is no going back
From this point onwards
Thoughts and memories are ransacked
To find a grain of now apparent Ill-will
The petty of yore
Now comes to the fore
Life can sometimes burden
One unnecessarily
To acknowledge hurt caused
And to seek an end to hostilities
Is a road less travelled
A strong man or woman
You surely must be
To want to salvage what was once held dearly
But now dumped carelessly
What a tragedy is friendship
That once was
And never again will be
Categories:
animosities, friendship,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Like humans have a life,
Although people don’t face a murder charge
For hacking them down.
Like humans indulge in strife
But don’t wear their animosities like a barge
Nor noise them in the town.
Like man, parade a breathing mechanism,
Though it is carbon dioxide they cherish
And like him answers an organism
Granted that they don’t oxygen relish.
No tree ever halts the knives
About to be driven into its bark
Nor mourns their piteously lost lives
To axes operating before dark;
Scarcely panicked by wanton disturbance,
The very contrast of African Presidents in countenance.
Above King David cutting gallantry
That earns a subject panegyric commentary…
The monarch by his Absalom was mortally scared;
The barks of all trees are to their enemies bared.
Categories:
animosities, creation, environment, fruit, life,
Form:
Rhyme
INTOLERANCE
Intolerance is a not too subtle flavour of disdain
That festers within a society blinded by
Individualism and Cant
To breathe the smog of hatred that surrounds
Is to invite within the animosities and wrongs
That may never be overcome or tamed
The seeds of indifference sown wide
Promulgate ignorance
Buttressed by the inability to tell right from wrong
Worship of lucre
And praise from snakes
Inflates egos
That have no inbuilt brakes
Society is condemned
Side-lined
Traduced
Selfishness of thought and action
Man’s new truth
Categories:
animosities, society,
Form:
Prose
7/5/22
Can it be done? Possibly
Will I do it underneath the moon and sun? Probably
Honestly
It all use to bother me
I was born in it, but I don't want to die in poverty
For a long time I was doing it improperly
Living constantly
In monotony
Some inside and out hard as a rock others fragile like pottery
Many shopping designer or at the Dollar Tree
Constant thefts and scams becoming unpunished robberies
Soul has been cleansed
Already made amends
Unless you want to actually be friends
Please don't talk to me
You think you can relate with the advice you offer me
Yet behind my back its mockery
Never once been a shock to me
So f*** off with the half-assed camaraderie
The same can be said for hypocrisy
Excessive debauchery
How dare you treat another human like property
A f***** up economy
Yet another stupid policy
Whatever happened to equality
For many a lifelong struggle unless they hit the lottery
No matter about being an oddity
Ready to continue the odyssey
Holding it down solidly
Rarely do I f*** with cottage cheese
Bulls*** is what they often seem to be offering
Pondering like Socrates
Nearby several Olive trees
As I feel calm at ease
Every now and then gusts with a small breeze
A heart of gold, meanwhile continual wannabes
If I'm wrong, I man up and correct it with more than apologies
Still a world full of animosities
Half the time, you'd think it was done thoughtlessly
Often occurring vertically and horizontally
At this point, little need for a glossary
In the air, all around the land and across the seas
Moving around wisely instead of just cautiously
Girl I just want you to walk with me
I thought about you subconsciously
Thinking about you day and night with curiosity
But I got caught up on all this new technology
Moving around like a walking zombie
Not an anomaly
Despite occasional changes in viscosity
It can be traced back to the source having a pathology
It's no mystery
Shown throughout history
This pattern has repeated itself rather viciously
The cycle will not go on until infinity
In the end, how can we be on the same page when we see differently
Categories:
animosities, dark, deep, life, poetry,
Form:
Rhyme