Enmity poems that are original and profound. Explore a brilliant collection of enmity poetry that you can’t stop reading. These poems on enmity are published by poets from all over the world and are sure to keep you High On Poems!
The stem cells coaxed to become a kidney or a trachea failed to ask the Himalayas, why were not, they gathering the ice for glaciers! Some sexual jealousy? The naked darkness will nurse the roses to rest on the barrel
When a crisis happens Our life is changed Either endangered Or rearranged Conflict precedes clarity Urges wars and enmity Enmity brings despair Wars are never fair Peacefully solving a crisis Wisdom is your oasis Responsibility to grow Every person must
Neither a coaching class nor experience, We had in baby-sitting, feeding and Cleaning little kids; but managed, somehow, With the limited knowledge, we played it; The little one kept me and my wife, Always active and alert, we never went
Who are forgivers? Forgiveness belongs to those with a big heart, people of a strong heart, and powerful in mind; ambassador of peace and jocund, those with heart of kindness and people with milk of benediction. Can you forgive? Yes!
A man’s choice for imperfect specialty Devoid a woman’s continued quest for security Likewise the two waters in diversity. He believes compromise leads to serenity To the long-haired nothing but a fallacy Then why do the waters co-exist in harmony?
Shylock and Portia, in a court-scene, One to shed blood, and the other Not to shed blood, on one and the same condition, To be true to the court, in favor of justice, On rules and regulations, against Antonio, A
You tend to ostracize the apparition setting the real culprit free. It does not matter to pretend now, a damaged house has become a burden. Who was playing the enmity card? Hammered, eyes wide open I start documenting the deceit
Playing at frogmen Frank and I take Goggles to the lakes a bit west Of his old stomping grounds, his soul Still not easy with Arkansas Pontoon boats are easy to rent, easy To drive, bare-chested and basted With tanning
Fall, fall, o water falls From peeping cliff of mountain walls Fall, o fall. Angel of heavy downpour. Thy careless treading on shapeless stairs Burst out in very next delve Laying bare the weary water slope. Lass of joyous birth
As I have aged and looked back in time I Wonder do Others minds think like mine. My knuckles have knurled, Hands have wrinkled in time. Skin browned and aged spots, Face cracked and crevassed, Sagging skin from sun and
It consumes everything that ever was It was there from the start, will be there till the end. No one has escaped the wrath it brings, no body escapes the jaws of time. Bitter, sweet, vengeful, whatever you have been
Within Six months Of their wedding, Their marriage Was on the rocks! They wanted To go their ways But, The society would not Let them be. So, They are staying Under the same roof- Living Separate lives. Like The two
Our earth with waters blue Gives mankind a hidden clue Of the tragic end that’d be true For all creation a dreadful hue. You heard the silent cries of earth That echo deep within your heart Pricked seemingly as a
We don’t come alone We are fire, we are stone inside of me grasping trying to reach forth the silence etched inside my brain strength comes from within to reach my faithful friend Black knights with evil wizards draw bridges
This mistake no question, turned into the greatest gain. I fell for you so damn hard, long before I learned your name. I can’t help that I fall in love, every time you come through my door. I don’t know
My pal in pain I know what you’re going through, but never forget my mate the chief difference between distance and separation. There, you cry at your home and here, I feel downhearted in mine. Feeling an awkward distance in
Four deep behind bevelled glass Glazed by dreams Of Spanish Isles of turquoise And dark eyed maidens The smell of damp rock And kerosene Breath like iron Into black rock Promises to sad wives far away Children peering through frosty
A face unbeknownst – belying recognition, To create mighty buildings is his mission. With caring hands does he mix, The cement and mud that he spreads over the bricks. Over his head he carries, The stones brought from the quarries.
It was astounding sitting under the stars, the words were set free out of all bars, emotions and feelings were ready to pour, as if someone had opened long awaited doors. There was so much to share and speak, which
The heart hibernates In that pain Freezing the emotions Going numb timeless The warm waves Those touch and go Melting it a little One at a time Then a qualm lingers After the frozen heart And the melting emotions Drop
Not contentious I will put you in moon for another rain. The invisible sex ticks the gravity of mouth that eats the murder. My body becomes an emperor even for the dust. Not the naked cloud. Blood colors the name
She slept with her demons, To live those dreams, They weren’t reality, Yet, oh! So pretty. Not pristine, What a pity, Those nights of heavy rain, Might give her also a forever stain. All the cards on her side, A
Mind has different roles in realizing life’s goals. It claims to be rational in self-concerned decisions, creates different logics to win over pricking situations may be logics and decisions damage self and social control. Rationality in logics for all results
Waking up every morning, hoping for a better tomorrow Your heart is broken into trillion pieces Your soul is down in the dumps But remember there is a higher power One touch will change your faithful life His love is
Long barbed wire- rage- divides nations imaginary line in the blue sky- fear- keeps nations alert beyond the waves of shore, a nation’s hand of power keeps control, subjects are squeezed, rulers thump feet, earth is divided in the name
The love I feel for you Keeps shining within me Like a steady flame Burning bright Sustaining me and Keeping me warm On memories Of love shared…. Glowing and lighting up The dark and stormy Ways of my life… Holding
There were, peels of ripples. Between. The tangled arguments. Then you start reading in the bumps; a cold blooded murder. Of poems? Serrated, when I lifted them from your bloody hands. No miracle. The animal survives, without water, air. You
On a dull and dreary day When the sky was overcast With dark and dismal clouds I sat feeling so despondent Absence of warmth and sunshine Slowed down the routine business The day seemed longer than usual As if time
Light, with an unclear vow of dragging me out of my inner demons, came, I, with a yearning eye embraced it, eliminating the notion of it, being a crooked game. The demons that swirl inside me, and the humble whisperings