Best With Hostility Poems
Our aged among us need love, care and compassion
Not someone callous, lashing out at them with hostility
Someday you too will be so frail and weak
Is that the way you want your last days to be?
Consider yourself lucky to pass on at an early age
For you very well may get someone serving you with rage
I doubt seriously you could take what they are receiving
With endurance and strength their dear hearts endure
You’re not made of the stuff they are, not by far
For they worked hard, had compassion in all that they did
Your day will come soon enough for needing some help...
We will see you then, as you plead for attention ...
What goes around ... comes around ... Just remember that!!
As you lay in bed weeping, ‘what’d I do to deserve such treatment?’
You know who you are, and what it is that you do ...
A disgrace to humanity you have taken upon you!
I pray for the ones that are in your care
For they truly do not deserve at all to be there
They have given their lives way beyond your capability
And you cause them to live with such humility
Just get out! ... let someone else do the job
For many do care and are much more desired
You sicken me far beyond comprehension ...
Just leave now! ... before another life is forgotten!
Categories:
with hostility, caregiving, death, people, care,
Form:
Free verse
Weight is held in the balance found wanting
Heresy thought unorthodox behaviour
drops the pearls under a great price
A river of lies flows one after another devaluing family values
Filled with the impurities of sin under an idiotic phase
Resilient is the word
Where modern day modesty sinks below par into hell's furnace
We turn now and see branding irons casting lots
Truth and chastity becomes tested
in time entering through closed doors a one way ticket
Modern day virtues are on their knees lead heavy and weak of the spirit
Richeous is a way of dialogue that forces issues relating to fascists behaviour
Unholy tongues sharpened with hostility
Split scourges with venomous petition
A war against equality begins
With the bitterness craving acceptance
Where there is no moral ground draws a battlefield
under nature's existence
The right of such education stands denied to parents
whom remain without choice
Violated beneath freedom of speech
To speak openly
on concerns and welfare
in their soul's undervalued identity
Categories:
with hostility, abortion, bereavement, body, care,
Form:
Terza Rima
Inside my gnawing self
a realm spills down through the meadows,
wild garlands reached by fingers from afar…
the hues, soft pastel
brushing across winds on floats so stunning
I could taste the stamen in my wet mouth
and there, a primitive choir of animals
chants of radiant praise for a season
as my palms ripple upon the glass of another earth,
the mist of day nibbling the flakes from my eyes
light turning red, night fading white
licking stems of twilight dew,
as if the shadows of all constellations rise
like giant stones, beautiful and silent,
piled up in a row lining into heaven...
I walk inside my realm, nestled
inside my quiet, contained self
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PEACE
*During an artists’ fellowship last weekend, I printed this
piece on 45 reams of art paper and distributed it to my colleagues
in the form of scrolls. Our discussion on embracing
peace in a world riddled with hostility allowed me to
share my thoughts,"let peace begin with me..."
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for Cyndi MacMillan’s Great Soup Poetry Extravaganza
by nette onclaud
Categories:
with hostility, introspection, peace,
Form:
Light Verse
You were not celestial Cupid, and because they
Are wounded; you were most than those earthly ghosts
Brought down hearts by becoming Tartarus’ mastery;
That was purified by sufferings and misfortunes;
Some striking with long orgasms or others become honorary beasts.
I was Cupid before you when my home was a bursting wing;
O born in chains, and tolling in mental torment,
And for the first time, the pallid soul of dead love returned, and showed
Such bloody law of loving by me;
O enlightened me with bitten breasts,
The realm of luminous form that in dark it flowing,
Evermore than a designed nightmare
And let me feeling the mystic time.
Across you, o Psyche, crazy spirits dancing naked,
A smelled shadow that I would have most
Liked to spare the burden of old age,
Has nothing to give; only the glory a Moon-priestesses.
And all with hostility toward me and glowing
Was Cupid the fair ending of a love?
Through which I grew most liked a ghost
And speaking with her my last musical invoice
Hoping to have a decent response against what I became
Without you.
Categories:
with hostility, lost love, love, valentines
Form:
Free verse
You think you know, but you can’t see
All the pain that you cause me
Each time you speak your wicked words
Of flawed equality.
My pride disrupts the ‘sanctity’
Of marriage, apparently;
And can cheapen it to a such an
Overwhelming degree
That when I kneel on bended knee,
Showing love for all to see,
I am not met with simple joy,
But with hostility.
I am then told that I can’t be
Married to the man I see
As my equal. As my partner;
The better part of me.
Please tell me when a court’s decree
Could give right to guarantee
That I can’t marry who I choose,
With such audacity
To condemn my identity
With broken rights, bigotry,
And the somehow growing norm of
Blatant iniquity.
So now I stand with clarity,
Sense of pride, and dignity
To say vehemently that I
Demand equality
And ask that you will stand with me
Readily and willingly
To battle the decisions born
Of amorality.
Categories:
with hostility, devotion, education, hope, inspirational,
Form:
Rhyme
Blondie was the next door girl,
with a sexy body that made men go wild,
and like them, I fell in love without guilt inside;
I had fun...not worrying about Hell.
Blondie was looking for her sugar daddy,
saying that wasn't wrong accepting money,
gifts, clothes, expensive cars and jewelry!
Blondie, pretty Blondie, with no ethics:
why did you do that to yourself?
Was all that a replacement for your dad?
You certainly had the looks of models,
and that didn't mean hope was dead!
Blondie, pretty Blondie, you sneered and laughed!
There's was a retired veteran down the block,
you volunteered to do errands and clean his house,
and he was a wealthy one, perhaps the one you sought;
and making up lies you got him to give you a fortune...
your baby didn't need any kind of surgery, but John
fell for your trick and gave you fifty thousand dollars,
he had many ships, now he's totally broken and out of luck!
Blondie, pretty, Blondie, who's going to be
your next sugar daddy?...No, it certainly won't be me!
Blondie, pretty Blondie, get some sleep and reflect on your grave mistake...
look for a normal guy who can take care of you, stop being that spoiled brat!
Two detectives from the local precinct rang her bell today,
and with a warrant in their hands they took her away;
Blondie tried to resist arrest, and they handcuffed her against her will...
she always thought of bribing authorities with enough water in her well!
Wasn't she wrong...to even think of that unrealistic monstrosity?
There in a cell, she can't to bend the iron bars without audacity!
Blondie, pretty Blondie, you had freedom and a loving family,
your mom worked hard and raised your with morals...Blondie, pretty Blondie;
and with hostility, you turned against her and became an escort, joining the night ladies:
snorting cocaine and picking up guys by the hundred...weren't you scared of catching Aids?
Copyright (C) 20210 by Andrew Crisci
Categories:
with hostility, family, father, hope, mother,
Form:
Ballad
A Mother ???
Nothing more than a name, a biological mother.
You would not find, you could not be the other.
You have, with hostility, with anger, left this plane.
Seeming to have lived your life hanging on to the pain.
You chose to throw, all those who loved you, away.
Using the hostile, angry games you chose to play,
against the only son you acknowledge, you cared for.
The only Grandchild who cared, you kicked out the door.
One is forced to question ???, why all these wasted years
trying to kill the love, loved one’s gave, creating rivers of tears.
Mae, the ghosts you have harbored, give them release.
Mae, this, your last journey, become one of peace
B. J. “ A ” 2
March 14th 2017
Categories:
with hostility, mother,
Form:
Rhyme
My longest stay has been a year
Of grinding time in lowest gear.
Asylums say the stay today
Is three months run then on their way.
So please don't ask me why oh why?
Do mad young ones choose youth to die
For I've learned not a single grain
Insightful to my own insane.
But madness dragged me back inside
To blackness wrapped in suicide,
When my dear friend, quite mad at best,
Chose 42 for his last rest.
His life depression won the day
As it took my sweet muse away.
Then next a friend from Vietnam
When ten years home was one night gone;
In Nam his pistol worn in sight
While flying Hueys to the fight
To pluck up soldiers stuck in mire
Then fly too high for hostile fire;
While fighting fires in his own mind;
Bipolar fires we both did find
Should play no part of our war game
But soon became its roaring flame.
He used his gun's one round to quell
His screamin' demon head from hell.
hero till the day he died,
Is still a Nam caused suicide.
No matter when or where the fall,
Their names belong upon the wall;
How many Vets their balls still bent
Died prone alone on cold cement?
The naked act and will to kill
Brought some men home for killin' still,
Like those who went with troubled souls
Found napalm lies too full of holes.
A gallant soldier fights till dead
Too often for past lies he's fed.
Now who among you disagrees
That horrid wars fill histories.
No matter where or what you do
Some leaders find a war for you
To fight until that war is done
But what then do you tell your son?
As we leave every century
Still bleeding with hostility
Can insights deep within the Yin
Begin the Yang's defeat of sin?
Categories:
with hostility, depressionwar, home, home, me,
Form:
Quatrain
Once it seemed my consciousness sailed upon a sea
in a time when the world was in a state of serenity.
Troubles loomed then, but were perfumed with smiles,
and although the journey in life had its share of trials,
my sails were filled with hope, my travels sun-kissed,
for there was a brotherhood of man that did exist.
But on American shores and all other distant lands,
the sodality of brethren crumbled from the demands
made in the name of equality, but in reality, it was greed.
Those who had more than others said they had a need
to make the world a better place in which to be alive.
It was a facade. The travesty of humanity took a nosedive.
Now, there's no peace in civilizations upon the earth.
For the rebellion of humans, Jesus was offered in birth.
He came because evil doers who wore the shame of sin,
disobeyed the Father. It's the sad state we now live in.
Gone are the days of kindness, replaced with hostility.
The world has been overrun with deceit and immorality.
The seas on which I once sailed have become polluted
and values of the brotherhood of man were uprooted.
War kills the innocent. Woe to those who are persecuted.
Yet, the guilty go free when they should be prosecuted.
Forests are stripped, taking away the animal's habitat,
and global warming is a tragedy that we need to combat.
What next? That's a question, but answers are hard to find.
Will we ever live in harmony in a world that is maligned?
Is it possible to have a melding within the human race?
The world lies in tumult; civilizations are mired in disgrace.
Once, people had scruples, a sense of right from wrong.
Now, peace is for dreamers in the words of Lennon's song.
Categories:
with hostility, how i feel, world,
Form:
Rhyme
The world has gone hostile
The land no more fertile
Women getting all sterile
And all men going senile
The sun now shines with cruelty
The always excited birds are all now in sobriety
The moon itself glows with hostility
All nature has indeed lost their hospitality
The dog has bitten its owner
That celebrity is now a loner
That man who feared weapon is now a gunner
And the once dauntless soldier now a runner
It seems all things have fallen apart
That God has called his glory to depart
Never again to men's life impart
Or to show men anything good in full or in part
But to whom shall we run
If not to settle under his (God) pinion
Though on this dark night of life we mourn
I do hope for that joy in the break of dawn
Categories:
with hostility, birth,
Form:
Rhyme
They marched in like they owned the place
In uniforms, formidable and menacing
Bereft, looking around with hostility
Bayonets in hand, immutable in their stance
They pillaged what was not theirs
She was lumped in their vicious interlude
So enraged was she, her body lay brittle
Taken by force, abused and humiliated
A reluctant starlet in a morbid sketch seeming to last forever
When the men left, there was a short tenuous instant
But she picked up her courage
With her scattered clothes
Made her way to the shore
Demurely walked waist deep into the sea
To wash away the last traces of disgrace
Determined that their assault would not last a minute longer
Chalked it up to being just another victim, another statistic
Life would go on, she would turn the page
Refusing to sacrifice the rest of her life
With another thought of this gruesome ordeal
Refusing to be a victim for a moment longer
Not giving them the satisfaction
Submitted on October 20, 2017 for contest EIGHT-WORD CHALLENGE sponsored by JOHN HAMILTON - RANKED 3RD
Categories:
with hostility, abuse, betrayal, corruption, courage,
Form:
Free verse
If a child lives with critism he learns to condemn.
If a child lives with hostility he learns to fight.
If he lives with ridicule he learns to be shy.
If he lives with shame he learns to feel guilty.
... But...
If a child lives with tolerance he learns to be patient.
If he lives with encouragement he learns to be confident.
If he lives with praise he learns to appreciate.
If he lives with fairness he learns justice.
If he lives with security he learns to have faith.
If he lives with approval he learns to like himself.
And, if he lives with acceptance and frienship,he learns to love.
Categories:
with hostility, childhood, education, family, children,
Form:
Didactic
Woodbury, new jersey home
to me self since birth
my very late mother
(bless her long departed soul)
slaved and toiled
per accursed penury and dearth
tried her darnedest
to create happiness while on earth
would be livid with rage
at lack of neighbors’ manners
if spirit of said deceased
returned to this home and hearth
so let this poem serve
as springboard to communicate anger
for whatever
this literary effort might be worth.
this aged body of mine creaky,
nearly out of steam,
and well nigh lost track
of countless times auld lang
cos sine and concomitant excitement
filled past and long distant childhood
waiting for ole saint nick
to careen down chimney flue lugging
that humongous and bulging sack
or going out hunting
(when this area mostly woodlands)
awash with fauna and flora
and not unusual for pop to bring home
a buck sporting many tiered rack
caught in the cross hairs of firearms
seemed like gendarme of the pack
now, which memories flood my noggin,
akin to overflowing waters o the Merrimack
especially disconcerting with hostility
from youths politeness to lack
spouting expletives with flip of the bird
to us older folks who cough n hack
similar to staccato machine gun fire
in terms of that barrage of flack
Categories:
with hostility, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Heroic Couplet
There's a passport I would like to revoke
from one person who thinks it's a joke
to repeatedly make fun of fellow writers.
Like a pugilist, she calls us 'prizefighters.'
What harm if we enjoy entering contests?
That doesn't prove whose poetry is best
because one person's opinion has weight
and another says it's open for debate.
If she's trying to deflate anyone's intellect,
she won't do it with a weapon of disrespect.
I applaud people who bravely try a new form
They're not afraid to write out of the norm.
She stabs with a pen, trying to draw blood
while sitting on her toosh like a couch spud.
We don't write to be popular. She's wrong,
but lord, she keeps howling the same ol song.
She claims we want attention and a high profile,
but her posts draw attention in words that defile.
I've never understood why her eyes get glazed
over contest entrants who should be praised.
She dares write of grace and having humility
but complains vehemently, and with hostility.
Her PS passport should be revoked & shredded
as punishment for being rude and hardheaded.
Categories:
with hostility, character, how i feel,
Form:
Rhyme
Heal
The story starts
And I am sitting near the reef.
Quaint, nominal
With no grief.
There you came,
Silent, like a thief.
Flabbergasted when you said
That you’ll heal.
Marking your words
I felt relief.
Absorbing your empathy
I felt lithe
Lifted me up
When I had a broken heel
Refurbish my conscience,
But, it was a short term deal.
Filled with hostility was
Your Nadir, your zenith
Construe like a contusion
Is my skin, I feel.
You didn’t cure
You didn’t heal
You hindered the wounds
Hidden in my soul beneath
The story ends
When you leave
I became furtive and
You, the secret I conceal.
(Or everything I just revealed)
~Apoorva.
Categories:
with hostility, anxiety, care, dark, emotions,
Form:
Blank verse