Dreamers are the worst.
They promise you the world,
When they don't have their own.
Dreamers never keep their word.
Never long-term.
They never see tomorrow.
Tomorrow.
Dreamers hope for better than they have.
But they never understand the path.
Of pain.
Dreamers are so often alone.
All banished from home.
The same.
Dreamers will all one day die.
The hopeless lay beside.
Lost there.
Dreamers never get finality.
Could they understand reality?
Nightmare.
Dreamers smile and cry.
Swept by a bloody tide.
Shark.
Dreamers are the worst.
I am left with nothing.
Is this the first poem of the rest of my life
or the last poem I’ll ever write
No way to know, yet I durst*
say, neither should be my worst
But for my best I should strive
~ who knows how long I’ll be alive
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*durst - archaic English for 'dare to'
My worst enemy is not the passing year,
nor winter waiting at the garden gate;
not loneliness that whispers, “You are here,”
nor all the little cruelties of fate.
My worst enemy has learned my name,
and walks beside me, silent as a shade;
it knows my every weakness, doubt, and shame,
and feeds upon the promises I’ve delayed.
It tells me, “You are old; the road is through.
The dreams you carried have outlived their day.
Why climb the hill? What more remains to do?
Sit down, be still, and let the light decay.”
But I have met this enemy before—
I know its voice, though once I called it me.
It is the fear that closes every door
before the heart discovers it is free."
So let the years come marching as they must;
let autumn take the leaves from every tree.
I may grow old, but I refuse to rust—
my worst enemy is the self I cease to be.
~ “The only thing we have to fear is fear itself.” ~
~ FDR, 1933
Even though I am no FDR
And I do not want to start a war
I do think there is something to fear beside fear
That something is Almighty God, please lend me an ear
He loves us, and we should love Him
But without fear, there’s no such thing as sin
And if our only appeal is to logic or man’s reason
War will be Peace, Truth – Lies, Patriotism – Treason
In fact, it seems the world is almost there now
Time to get back to fearing God again, somehow
My worst enemy could be,
could it be a flea?
What is the magical key?
Do I need to make a plea?
Let me sit and think as I drink some tea,
under this fall pretty red leaf tree.
My worst enemy could it be me?
No way or I would flee.
Now down on one knee,
I will ask thee.
My worst enemy could be,
oh please set me free.
Is it a huge crime?
Wish it was as simple a rhyme.
Can I buy it for a dime?
Would you believe it is time?
I need more time in each of my days,
my time runs together as a big maze.
Sometimes I only see a dark haze,
please send me more time without any delays
Everything straight I am sure they can be
Picture frames off by a single degree
If off it is something I readily see
I’m uncertain why this is a bother to me
Stockings at Christmas hung all in row
The spacing is critical everyone knows
I put nails in the mantle to show where they go
Important to me that their place is just so
Items at dinner must be in their place
If not a straight line it would be a disgrace
The salt and the pepper then candle stick base
Butter and yes everything cause such distaste
A car parked just barely between the white lines
I don’t understand why to some it seems fine
To find something spaced that is plainly misaligned
It gives me such trembles that race down my spine
I’ve heard them suggest that mine is a disorder
They say I am obsessed if so just on the border
Compulsive I say not I’m just a bit smarter
To see disarray and bring all into order
All in all I say that I’m a fine guy
Perhaps a bit quirky I cannot deny
My positive spirit asks let this go by
But place things in order I so wish you would try
I was asked who I thought was my worst enemy
I hate to admit to admit but it just might be me
I catch my own eyes in the bathroom mirror
before I even turn the cold water on.
I watch every quiet, hopeful plan I made
get quietly picked apart and gone.
I wear this skin, I answer to my name,
I’m the author of every doubt I hide.
I pull down my own small victories
and stand my own worst foe, inside.
When 5 a.m. hits with its pale blue light
and promises a second chance to try,
I drag out old mistakes from years ago
just to give myself a reason why.
I tell myself I am not man enough,
that every step forward is a fake,
that the moment things get steep or real
I’ll bend beneath the weight and break.
I sit at my desk in the afternoon slump,
building a maze out of unread mail.
I lock the doors, throw away the keys,
and then wonder why I’m set to fail.
I dissect every single word I said,
turning harmless moments into debt.
I don't need anyone to tear me down,
I haven't even given myself a chance yet.
And yet I'm the one who holds the pen,
the one who keeps writing out the fear.
If I'm the architect of all this noise,
I'm the only one who can clear it from here.
Much addicted to sweets, how to abstain !
Strong taste buds for sweet, rest buds are thinner.
Sweets are most favorite, I can’t refrain.
Compulsory in breakfast, lunch, dinner.
All attempts to avoid sweet went in vain.
My stomach holds little capacity.
Demons of greed for sweet could not be slain.
Less staple food, sweets being priority.
In feast, less sweet items offered woes me.
My tongue is destined to taste sweet
Desserts and Beverage bring me spree.
Rest taste buds are unable to compete.
Due to stress developed sugar problem
Taking sweets and medicine : Whom to blame ?
My Worst Enemy I s Myself
I hate myself for being lazy,
Last minute task, mass effort super busy,
I just want to change my negative trait,
So disappointed cramming is great.
Doing my duty is not easy,
Need to finish it all in a day,
Why Am I like this?
Other things to be done, I really miss.
My worst enemy is myself,
Not enough even if I did my best,
I hope to stop this bad attitude of mine,
In order to fix everything in line.
August 23, 2026
My Worst Enemy Is Anger
On the fire of anger I burned alone,
With dust of anxiety and a heart of stone.
Rage broke the peace of my beloved kingdom,
And left me wandering, lost and numb.
Like history did when two cities fell,
Hiroshima and Nagasaki knew that hell.
Buried in dust, in fire’s cruel breath,
Humanity died in a second of death.
Terrifying rays turned day to night,
Everything to ashes in one white light.
Generations faced the weight of rage,
A scar written on time’s own page.
Poisoned skies became a nightmare cover,
Anger destroyed what love could never.
In one decision, worlds were torn,
And innocence was left forlorn.
Yet one tree remained, its roots held tight,
A ginkgo standing through endless night.
No leaves, no hope, but still it grew,
A quiet vow that life breaks through.
So I lay down anger, my worst enemy,
And choose the green where I am free.
From ash and sorrow, let mercy bloom —
Let healing, not rage, fill every room.
The glaciers loosen from the poles,
their ancient silence drowned,
while oceans claim the homes of those
who wait on higher ground.
The forest burns beneath a sky
turned copper, black, and red;
we bring relief when flames pass by,
then feed the fire instead.
A tiger fades, a coral dies,
a songbird leaves the air;
we mourn beneath disaster’s eyes,
then act as if unaware.
My worst enemy is Apathy,
her hands refuse to move;
she treats the wound for all to see,
but will not face what we must improve.
My worst enemy is not a stranger,
but the fears that turn my heart into danger.
I care not to make a home upon the knife,
too afraid of the demons that poison my life,
as reason fights the devil, and my inner flame thrives,
soaked in the perfume of faith that revives ~
for I am worth more than the burning blame,
I bloom beyond dust, no longer the same.
I buried the nemesis dressed as my sweetest nightmare,
found my remedy in rhyming stars, amidst despair…
O tormentor, the familiar doubt creeping in silence,
I defy the voiced viciousness of your violence.
I am the violet diamond, sparkling blue,
photographed in parallel peace, now seeing the clue
of how terrors stole the rose-beam colors of light,
blurring my sunsets, clouding the velvet ink of night…
So watch me as I fall into the warmth of deep devotion,
surrendering my quill to the secrets of the infinite ocean…
What is life without the trust of ache ~ if not a heart breathing love’s rhyme,
as tonight… the moon slips stars between our souls’ truth ~ sweetly touched by time.
I'd do it if I could. I'd commit that awful crime.
I'd murder my worst enemy. I would kill time.
I had lovingly honored him and all of his rites -,
the sunrise to start mornings, and sunset to start nights.
I worked every weekday. On the weekend, I played.
At the end of the month, I'd paid bills and I got paid.
I waited for my birthday and vacations in summer,
I kept rhythm with time, that steady drummer.
At first, that cruel tyrant would slyly pretend
to help me, masquerading as a faithful friend.
He made me grow tall, graduated me from school,
gave me a wife, a child, and a swimming pool.
That was before he turned nasty - so vile, and so mean,
sending two wives down the road, with a space in between.
He performed evil magic, strange and still stranger.
One time he turned a sweet kid into a teenager.
He brittled up my bones, and he bent up my back.
He took my hair and memory and won't give them back.
While, I've decided to fight my enemy to the end,
we must all remember - time is undefeated, my friend.
Life is full of struggle
We need to face,not grumble
Every move is a challenge to win
But,be true,do no sin
The best of efforts fall short and less
The lack of courage is a curse,not bless
The worst enemy of mine is the lack of courage
I feel disheartened and often outrage
The fear of courage,that I have within
I need to throw out,else need to pin
Although I work hard to reach the goal
I could reach only up to a knoll...
Who’s my greatest enemy? I ask myself.
I ponder and I ponder it; Have I a foe -
simply for the fact that someone’s not my friend?
I hope that not knowing me wouldn’t make that so.
Some people say they sin because of Satan.
Demons are the enemies of us all.
But it’s too easy to blame the devil
even though that serpent began man's fall.
I have the choice to think, do and say
what I want. I’m thankful to be free.
God willing, I’ll make it to heaven.
If not, my worst enemy would then be me.
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