Best Enmity Poems
The Enmity
Seeking justice is the only way you knew how to protect us.
As a juvenile delinquent I was too young to recognize it.
I am always trying to justify it,
Knowing the whole time you had a hold on me that only I could see.
As you continue to play tricks on me,
I was a novice but with your help no one ever noticed.
Discourage by the public, I became irrelevant.
You showed me things that were not true,
You told me that everyone was wrong but you.
They were not the enmity the enmity was you, your lies eventually grew.
Conspiracy theories I let you convince me.
I was weak, and you got the best of me.
Making me believe everyone was out to get me,
And no one could ever love me.
You said he was a cheater, and were cheating on me brought out my insecurities.
Insanity you drove me, anxiety confines me.
Vindictive was all I consisted of.
Taking my past out on everyone that crossed my path.
You controlled my laughter, you told me when I could laugh.
You held my happiness captive in a glass capsule.
Like carbon dioxide you traveled in me throughout my lifetime.
Highly poisonous colorless, and odorless you were my organic carbon.
I am panic stricken and the plot only thickens.
You are my enmity the brain that was giving to me.
My very own paparazzi my mind taking snap shots of me.
I am my worst enemy, the enmity has always been me.
As of right now you control the words that are coming out of me.
You want me to see what you see.
I see the good, the bad, and the ugly that you made me.
My mind has always been in control of me.
Telepathy of my enmity, cofounder of simply me
A personality and character, parading a huge title
but in conformity to its credentials, his big battle.
Fine presentation and well crafted charisma to look particular
making a malnourished mind look healthy and muscular.
An attractive body with a borrowed shadow
sounds, confirmed false when peeping through his window.
His leaves are evergreen and fresh every hour
bearing eye catching fruits so attractive but sour.
To neighbours and men of caliber, he salutes
but on their reputations and names he pollutes.
Punishments of the deviants on the street is his call,
the replication of their deeds in his backyard is his fall.
Actions oppose expressions, only a few may know when
his outside, a beautiful castle but the inside, a dangerous den.
Though belonging to the same species
Hostile is their lives together
Complacent with their distant spy
Aloof from brotherly success
Less can cats and mice beat the race-
Of animus and detestation
Yet! The fish doth thirst to wallow
Even if be for a short time
Down! Down! my Enemy
and read not my pity and sorrow,
Lest, perhaps, you turn ignorant
and become my Friend tomorrow.
Yesterday went on and today
has gone to join it so soon
My people are down to earth
but I weep and look at the moon
That has always conferred warm light
on the sky and never told for whom.
True,
we all have dreams and fears
of sailors who have seen how
the sea and the waves turn angry
and take everything to drown our land.
But look!
Will it be of profit for you
my Enemy not to be my Friend
And help me not to help you
and act on when shaking my hand?
Farewell to arms, goodbye to fears,
to you I will never give my health.
I will give my best to life and friendship
when enmity had and has always death.
Long and tiring is the journey
to the Lighthouse yet without it
everything always means nothing.
Chokri Omri
He who is ruled of his natural mind, is pleased to dwell in death,
With his Love unfounded, not yet bequeathed
While Love of Sacred Heart is true guide,
Of which a man in God will confide
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When a person hates you seriously
And refuses to co-operate and assist
You may not feel happy obviously
As he shows indirectly his fist
By looking at you suspiciously
He will behave like a real sadist
To please him even if you kindly try
He will tease you making you cry
Peace of mind, to you, he will deny
At this juncture you must turn wise
Or else your heart will be punctured
Toward your own self, be always nice
By his attitude you may be tortured
But, in patience, real solution lies
By patience your heart gets tinctured.
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The hate that uglifies a sweet face
The betrayal that makes trust fade
The enmity that isolates
The sadism that inflicts hate
The envy that breeds futile hostilities
The grudges that darkens memories
The jealousy that erodes satiety
The ill-will rewarded with vanity
The long distances, weights and heights
Don't weigh us down like the burdens of the heart
the sky gets angry
with a glimpse of the lunar
Sure it would have worked
Written: August 12, 2021
The World Cup went to Argentina.
Those who like it still drink Maltina:
In Nigeria, few, for love of France;
If France had won would have done some dance.
I guess Maradona had caused it;
Would have Super Eagles trounced and throat slit:
He was talking about some Six - Nil,
Sure he would not be climbing a hill...
And, since, it's been Football Enmity
One wouldn't guess its enormity
'Twixt Argentina and Nigeria,
Where Football Loss worsens Malaria.
That's Maradona as Muhammad Ali,
Hypes trying and seeking Staunch Ally.
United we stand divided we will always fall as a world. Encountering unknown faces of abundance of people divided globally in unnecessary conditions of hatred, hostility, ill will of enmity.
The world around us is already running out.
We feel it in the air shyly,
After all, lies the caravan already on the loose,
And a terrible pain somewhere howls wistfully.
People will fill in the gaps everywhere,
And proudly bear the seal of loneliness.
Lucky caravan us lies in the dark,
How long will the prophecy last?
Prophets are welcome on our planet
They broadcast everything with their mouths.
We should not believe them, they are not responsible
For what people will do later.
The call in the shower no longer touches,
Only initiates see clearly,
That the caravan incites enmity,
Lies and deception are his fuel.
That caravan goes about unknown,
Our worries will sing and lull us to sleep
Will include a record of false melodies
And yet it will deceive a sensitive heart.
Snoring
A process
So natural and uncontrolled
Telling people
You're asleep and defendless
You're so innocent
And arrogance
A character so volatile
Telling people
Your peer groups
Your colleagues
Your boss
You're challenging
Dangerous and unwelcome
Inviting openly
Unforcasted enmity
Turning down every invitation…
the invitations stopped
Ensuring the freedom I always craved,
alone inside my thoughts
Misunderstood and misrepresented,
my feelings misconstrued
And needing to live within myself
—no enmity toward you
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2020)
What else one could aspire for
More than a world without war?
We’ve seen many wars before…
And lost countless lives heretofore.
Against wars if you want to fight for,
With open hearts come to the fore.
If you want them to happen no more,
Reasons for their cause you explore.
Altogether, your differences you ignore;
Foster not enmity among you anymore.
Jealousy and envy you fully deplore;
Love and affection you finally restore.
There the weapons of destruction galore;
Them each one of us has to abhor.
For ‘Vasudhaiva Kutumbakam’ if you implore,
The world minus war for you will be in store!
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Your love for the truth
Awake and arise with eyes,
Wet in a fleet moment’s worth
Open, to see bewildering skies.
A loud sigh cry in you to renew
places where the search begins.
With glimpse of tears that drew
the coldest pondering inklings.
Discerning fear alone in despair
With bleeding hearts crumbling
with the torn war atmosphere
That has lost all means for living.
Truth hurts like the fire of words
Mindful furnace in many parts,
Circumstances changing worlds
Into shadows of unpleasant arts.
In awe, we are drifting far away,
Further from a state of humanity
Down into the bloodiness of decay
Where truthful reality is cold enmity.