Best Enemy Poems
SLEEPING WITH THE ENEMY
See what you want to see
Don't Look at me!
You are staring you are watching;
Eat what you can't be
Come sleep by my side
The whole world is our playground
Don't make a sound
Stop clowning around
In the mist of the night,
You keep me from crying
I wipe off the taste of your lips
You kiss me starting at my inner hips
You broke me in a way..
I hate to say your love is better every day
I deny you, the one thing I can't say
You are my pillow
Where I rest my legs,
Can you feel me~
This moment feels right
I just want to die here,
Die here ~
Die here by your side
I sleep with my eyes wide open,
I sleep with the enemy by my side
Come here and hold me
After you watched my worlds collide
Come here and love me
I'm yours till the end of time
You can rock me!
Under the moon and its rhyme
I put it all to a side, how I hate you inside
I can't let go
I just want you to know
I'm a fool in love with you
Even if it doesn't show!
~SKAT~
12- 7- 10
I have found myself at the threshold of death on several occasions. Each time I managed to
look it in the eye, doff my hat and say, “I’ll catch you up the trail.” This is not to say that I
am some special breed of hombre that casually defies death, for there have been many who
have gone the way before me and managed the confrontation in heroic decorum.
Nevertheless, death is not some evil state of being that only the brilliant or daring may defy;
nor is it a release from the severity of life. If anything, death is the threshold of eternity. Life
provides all known qualities, conditions, trials and tribulations that we encounter throughout
the fruition of our purpose.
Oh, death is not the enemy, for life provides our foes,
The ills, disease and suffering… the countless other woes;
For this is as it was ordained since Earth was yet to be,
When life evolved on other planes, the eye will never see.
We all embrace our time and grow in body, mind and soul.
We foster wisdom, strength and faith, fulfilling every role.
Prepared or not, the time will come, our form will waste away,
While life goes on, as is ordained by He who plans the way.
No, death is not the enemy, an end that one should fear.
It’s but a threshold for the soul to doff its mortal gear,
While life transcends its bond with Man to dwell forevermore
With He, whose force conceived all life and is its very core.
Travels make the mind wise
Wise enough to know
Everywhere you go is change
That comes either fast or slow
The Sun can be an enemy
Or the sun can be a friend
Weather it is in the desert
Or in the cold and wind
The rain goes where it needs
And sometimes strays too long
Watering vegetation, flooding
Thousands of homes
The rain can be an enemy
The rain can be a friend
We cannot make it’s limits
But we can try to defend
Time is sometimes limited
And sometime time is free
But when it comes to Revelation
We don’t know when it will be
Remember time can be your enemy
Or time can be your friend
Don’t play with time and you’ll find
Time will let you be
Wine is always available
But rarely is it free
Wine can change your feeling
And wine can give you sleep
But wine can be an enemy or
Wine can be your friend
Wine can destroy in seconds
And bring a trial to an end
Love can often find us
And makes slaves of the free
Love can also bind us
To the strongest tree
Love can be an enemy
or love can be a friend
The Love of Christ it finds us
and makes us all believe
War can bring us freedom
War can bring us sin
War can make us hero’s
And traitors deep with in
War can be an enemy
War can be a friend
War can bring us liberty
And cripple us while we live
Religion gives us reason
To fight the horrors of sin
We cannot love our brothers
without a god within
But religions can be our enemy
Or religion can be our friend
The cause of war and prejudice
And where hopes and prayers begin
God can give us assurance
That this is not the end
There will always be a something
And on that you can depend
But God can be an enemy
Or God can be a friend
To choose between Heaven or Hell
You have to listen to Him
My Enemy
From my time I have learned
It is not republican or democrats
king or queens
That shall determine my fate
It is not the color of ones skin
That makes them who they are
Or which religion one serves
Or which corner
They choose to worship
It is not the feud
Of which life matters
It is not this worlds
view in life that withstands
And it's not what race I was born into
It is not the division
This world strives to create
For in this time
I have come to learn
My worst enemy
Is me not surrending
Unto the creator of the all and all
It is only us that separates
Us from the love you never known
For you will see no color
Or care which race
You where born into
For we are all God's creation
And he wants to live
In each of us
That we might reveal
To others the love he has for us
If you are still reading
I pray the Lord
Enters and dwells within
That he might become more
And we shall become less
And be a light
To a world that lives in
Darkness
I love you all
Good wishes for my enemy,
whoever you may be.
but should you kill or torture me,
no wish have I for thee.
******((Army of love))******
beautiful mattress
hot and riled explosive gift
nature at her best
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***((Gone with the wind))***
the music
listen to the moaning wind
biting to the pain
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******((Over & Over))******
the rainbow
fingertips touch a few drops
kiss of dew
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*****((Midnight Cowgirl))*****
Texas scat, scat
puts it in, in the muddy hole
Cowgirls get it on
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*****((rattle my bones))*****
taste my sweet spot
touch it, feel it, make it move
the earthquake
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****((American Graffiti))******
their limbs trace,
breathing accelerates
pulse race, excessively
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*****((Spice or Slice))******
haikus cake for two
hope you enjoy more than one
leaving you arouse
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Sexy-U-Contest
For two long years, maybe more
You lurked in hibernation, silently sleeping
Waiting for the time you reared your ugly head
The surgeons couldn’t find you
But in our hearts we knew you were there
Test after test – a waiting brief
You stole away our lives like a silent thief
Then finally they found you
Hidden away in the depths of his body
Waiting for the chance to create more damage
But finally they were ready for you
To eradicate this blight from our lives
You were no match for the robotic machine
And not the surgeon’s knife
He was there sitting behind a console
And he took away your life
Prostate cancer you are gone
And we are finally free.
Entered into 101 in a row contest # 4 sponsored by PD Linda:-)
15th February 2014
Time has become my greatest enemy
It drags on, an infernal grating on the nerve
Like a broken muffler, dragging around the curve
While my love and I starve for each other’s company
Until time surrenders, I wait my love with baited breath
Watching time, which I have confounded for going by so slowly
For that hour, that minute, that second, when you will be mine only
When I shall pledge my love to you forever, until death
For: Barbara Gorelick’s contest
Once Upon A “Time”
Why, the greatest enemy of man is man
for man has subdued everything else
Fear not the tiger, fear the murderer's plan
Just hearken well to what history yells!
At times twas jingoism, at times a rancorous desire to do harm
Fear just man's malice and his ugly evil
If his dagger blow fails, he'll get you by black magic charm
His heart and mind alone well shelter the devil.
For how many fall prey to lions or snakes
one could even count them on fingers
Man invents a cure for smallpox but missiles too he makes
and he mercilessly kills without harbingers.
Man invented as many things for his destruction and harm
as he did for his benefit and good
He's inventor of bombs as well as tractors on the farm
And doesn't he detest acting as he should?
Man alone is behind the bloodiest of bloodshed
The angels too had foreseen his wars and battles
From the gory battlefield to the humble homestead
with the shrieks of murder our earth forever rattles!
Close your doors and your home secure
not to deter beasts, but to lock out the robber, the thief
For no greater danger than man lurks there for sure
Fear not the fierce bull, that you can turn into beef!
Wild beasts might be known to gobble us up
but isn't man as well found to be a cannibal?
Gosh, humans too on human flesh do sup
Man tis far more fearsome than any poor animal.
The greatest enemy of man thus is man himself
How much blood has he ruthlessly spilt of his own kind
Look out for the bottle of poison on his shelf
Till the deed is done, no knowing what goes on in his mind.
The poor young lady refrains from venturing out at night
How now, what does she so fear?
She fears nothing but assault by man's might
so rarely is she stalked by a grizzly bear!
Fortunately for us, this ain't how it always ends
man can always be the best of friends
So we can still count more on buddies and cronies
instead of focusing on foes and fiends.
For man he can be a hero and saviour
if judicious he is about right and wrong behaviour.
Besides religion as I know, infact does actually foretell
That the end of ALL killers and murderers
is that inferno of divine wrath we all know as hell!
He appear to be a ladd of maybe 9 yrs. old. It's Friday, as our troop's prepared to move
out unto enemy territory, and then KABOOM!!...he becomes a suicide bomber. WOW! face-
less at such a young age. Now as I gather my comrade's body parts (as well as my thou-
ght's) to myself I say, "these people's belong in a cage". Pain in Irag, will it ever end, here
children's are taught too kill again & again. Our Boy'zz in misery, misery all around us, the
stinch of death is everywhere. Their fearless leader leads no more. Soon he's capture, "one
would think, finally!! and now answer's of life can be restore, but sadly there's only more
bloodshed here in Irag. And a salacious cloud still hoovers above our heads as the dead
bodie's continue's to rise, another soldier get sent home and familie's shall not be able to
stop the flow of tear's pouring from their eye's. (faceless at such a young age)
Our Boy's and Gal's in misery - here in a country, were there is no love, "A faceless enemy",
we continue to fight. Our Congressmen and Senator's vote to keep this sinceles war going,
"for our freedom", lying to themselve's and to the American people's. "For our Freedom",
"I don't understand-how can freedom be justified with a bullet and a gun". How can Freedom
be (?) when every Saturday you'll be burying your daughter or your son. Someday soon
we do get to go home, from here to a faceless nation. As the dead bodie's continue to rise,
and before the break of dawn starts another day. Your lil 9 year old goes outside to play.
In this land of confusion lil boy's also goes outside, freedom for him is to suicidily kill the
enemy-each and every morning in the name of Allah his mother tells him. So 10 U.S. sold-
ier's live's are gone, more are on the way. Remember their President is dead and gone
while our wants a "Celebration".
P.S.... This particular poem came to me in a dream, as in a dream I was there (in Irag)
holding this soldier who had been shot, and he relate's this particular
poem for me to write:
YOU'LL NEVER WEAR THE CROWN
NO BETS YOU'LL WIN THE RACE
NO MEDALS ON YOUR CHEST
NO TROPHIES FOR YOUR FACE
NO ONE COULD EVER LOVE YOU
YOU'LL NEVER MEASURE UP
DON'T EVEN BOTHER TRYING
YOU'LL NEVER BE ENOUGH
THESE THOUGHTS SWIRL IN MY HEAD
I'M DROWNING IN SELF DOUBT
THE FEAR TRIES TO CONSUME ME
MAKES ME FEEL LIKE I DON'T COUNT
I HAVE TO BREAK THESE CHAINS
SEE THE BEAUTY INSIDE ME
NEED TO CHANGE MY OWN PERCEPTION
I'M MY OWN WORST ENEMY
I WAS JUST A A LITTLE KID
WHEN THESE FEELINGS GOT THEIR START
THE OLDER ONE WAS PRETTY
THE YOUNGER ONE WAS SMART
I WAS NOTHING SPECIAL
WAS JUST THE IN BETWEEN
A SHY CLUMSY TODDLER
THEN AN AWKARD NERVOUS TEEN
MET WITH LOTS OF BULLIES
AT THE SCHOOLYARD ALONG THE WAY
THEY SENSED MY INSECURITIES
THAT I WAS EASY PREY
EVEN THOUGH IT'S LONG AGO
BAD MEMORIES FROM THE PAST
IT'S FUNNY HOW HURT FEELINGS
ALWAYS SEEM TO LAST
I'M SO TIRED OF FEELING USELESS
LONELY IN SUCH PAIN
SCREW THIS INSECURITY
JUST TOSS IT DOWN THE DRAIN
I'M PROUD TO STAND IN MY SHOES
I'M PERFECT IN MY WAY
AND I KNOW THAT ONE DAY SOON
I'LL BE STRONG ENOUGH TO SAY
I HAVE NO MORE FEARS
I'VE RELEASED ALL MY SELF DOUBTS
I'VE CHASED OFF MY DEMONS
REALIZED THAT I COUNT
HAD ENOUGH OF FEELING WORTHLESS
LONELY AND AFRAID
NO MORE GOING BACKWARDS
IT'S A PROMISE THAT I MADE
Friend
Warm, amicable
Visiting, shopping, celebrating
Makes you whole, don't want to part
No communication, avoids you, hurts you
Distant, bitter
Enemy
September 19, 2020
8pm PST
* no category for enemy....friend, yes, Panagiota.
Throughout the winter it's like I'm gone
Watching you from far beyond
Seeing you through the trees
Something sounds like honey bees
Watching you from far beyond
Wishing that I was not gone
Lovely roses round your head
Trees that shine green and red
Winters gone and I am back
I feel like such an insomniac
Here I am you are asleep
That's when I hear a beep
1 day 2 days 3 days by
It really makes me wanna cry
Summers gone and winters back
It's back to were it started at.
I walk in frustrated. My mind is full of anger
but I don't know who I'm mad at.
I just wanna yell but I hold it in
And take it out on those that don't deserve it.
Then the light flicks on and off
As if I'm in a ring.
I keep yelling "show yourself!"
But I get no response.
I feel an evil tension coming towards me
As I take a hit to the jaw.
I keep swinging and throwing blows
But I'm getting no where.
I keep yelling "who are you"
Then I take two to the chest and one to the gut...
I fall on my knees trying to hide my pain
Asking myself "who is this that's hurting me?"
A light comes, I looked up
And I seen myself.....
Drowning in this whirlpool of emotions and facing the darkness myself
Cyclones of flower petals pour all over the floor
Their beauty I compare to myself
Being force-fed the concept of beauty by shallow beings
An objective subject not meant to be demolished by a screen
Our definition , Our own bodies , Our own faiths , Our own soul
Strong men , women , human beings preach about self-love
They scream ; love yourself
They accept themselves for who they are , but
do I accept myself ?
My skin , My body , My face
I am the person I need to love the most
but I try to become the person that society will accept
My complexion , myself ; I am not an object
I am a living , breathing human being with my own beliefs
And yet I misplace my beliefs and I start to believe the shallow lies
Am I enough ? What is missing ?
How much of myself do I need to lose before I start to become
a fresh canvas
What else do I need to do to fit into society's mold?
My friends tell me I'm enough but I'm so fixed by what it
truly means to be beautiful
To me , my opinion doesn't matter yet it does the most
The truth ; I already know but I refuse to believe
Destroying myself
My mind in a state of war
I'll always hate my complexion
I'll never be enough , I'll never be more
Contradiction
A mixture of Self-love
And self-loathe
I Detest myself