Best Hostility Poems
What Matters Most to Me.
What's in my heart, to see
What matters most to me.
It is really hard
To stand outside the yard.
A most welcome relief
The demise of sad grief.
That has made us ponder,
What has changed. I wonder
This thing that still exist
Time of strife that persist
In our daily life cries,
Helpless innocence dies
What matters most to me;
That everyone gets back
To their normal everyday life.
No more selfish greed,
No more hostility and strife,
No more angst, confusion and panic
An end to the COVID-19.
3/30/2020
You came in my line of sight and I knew I would appreciate you right. Your heart was full of untrust, worry, sadness unseen... I became enraged for anyone ever treating you unkindly, or mean. Years pass I gave you part of mine... I SO DO NOT apologize for your vision became clearer when one tried to rob you blind. You had a heart of hostility I embraced it with pure love that you have not even known
So again you say
what it is you say
same different
day
because that’s all
there ever was
whenever you’d play
the minimum chips
you barely waged
and yet I stupidly
played and played
at this gambling
you staged.
You want to cut
you want to
maim so now
I’m All In
I’ll play your
game
you want to
hurt you want to
shame
you know what
you know
but if it’s all
the same
two can play
blackjack though
my stakes aren’t
the blame.
I’m not the dealer
of jealousy
of afflictions
overbearing
interrogating
no I can play
at love
I can risk
it all
I can call
I can show
you my hand
never could
manage the bluff
yes now
all my words
are cut
in a huff.
You should stick
to the roulette
wheel you can’t
hang and
you can’t deal
you’re paranoid
so suspicious
you can’t feel
can’t see the
options while
trying to guess
placing cautions
within your chest
put your gun
to my head
I’m on my knees
in your small
world betting
my chips
I played with
ease.
Get over yourself
don’t hedge the
bet nothing is
able to get
your needs met
you wear your
pain like a
suit of armor
use it like
a poisoned
snake charmer
it’s all so shiny
with a diamond chain
a five and dime
sells the knockoff
and I’m insane?
So toss your cards
onto the pile
fold
you’re in denial
you’re quite able
to go so now
you’ve been
told
play the slots
it costs a lot
less you can
still call the
shots
fold and get
out
that’s what
you’re about
you never
sat down
with any real
clout.
Cookie cut
a path
to your understanding
post a lucky piece
crowd commanding
something from
2 years ago
when you tried
before
to win the bet
to win your loot
hit the craps
table grab dice
to shoot
get up and go
stay where you
know dump
the card table
you reap what
you reap
you’ll sow what
you’re able.
Oh, my Lord! I'm quite a lonely lamb;
I know not which womb I've come from!
What I speak and do creates hostility.
I know not the difference between
Good and bad, as l learnt it not as a child
Resting my head in my mother's lap!
Having no parent to guide me rightly,
I request you to be by my side always,
And teach me the ways of the world!
Show me the right track to travel on;
Give me the wisdom to be righteous
In my outward expressions, while I speak,
And in my inward reflections, while I think!
Save me from becoming the laughing stock,
And set me to be the apple of people’s eye;
For I crave to taste the bliss of true love!
The Black Sea of Hostility**
I express no willingness to engage in the metaphorical black sea of hostility. It is a misconception to believe that individuals are born with fractured souls; rather, such conditions develop throughout one’s life.
One enters this world devoid of sin, possessing innate virtues and qualities. However, I am not inclined to accept an invitation to your table, where the tablecloth is whiter than the pristine blanket of snow on Monsanto Lake. I will not participate in such gatherings.
Your opulent Gorham silverware glimmers, reminiscent of clusters of grapes hanging from a mountain. Nevertheless, I remain disinterested in both swimming in this sea or dining at a table rooted in animosity.
The children raised in this environment are instructed to disdain the clergy. Meanwhile, violence stains the streets of northern communities as politicians indulge in lavish dinners costing $2,000 per plate. One must question who is safeguarding the gates of moral decay.
The realm of politics is indeed tumultuous.