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...

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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...

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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...

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Father, you hurt my feelings
It looks as if you don’t care that I’m alone
Melodic, hopeful bird sings,
So I listen and feel at home, all on my own 

The tune of tranquility will drain away the rain of pain
Until then, I will be the bitter clouds,...

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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...

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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,...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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.
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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...

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