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
Why do we argue and fight? And hurt someone we love? Why does it take years to make and maintain a relation? But just a second to break one? Why have we become so insensitive? And have stopped finding a
Two faces the world has, filled with pretensions, brimmed with affectations. It is difficult to discern fake or real A smile stuck on every lip; whether con or genuine – Arduous to fathom. A veil as if to hide the
Ahoy, Do your stories hold true Your creaks They play in my ear So many lost within your sea Believing in you My passion runs high To see the horizon Ahoy, or land ahead Together we sail onward Seeking lost
The fresh start I had has become another living nightmare and everywhere I look life has gone mad. Waking up every morning makes me terrified always making the run for more sleep won´t stop, won´t end my cry. Where have
Nineteen Thirty to Two Thousand and Four Expounds a brief history of a noble Grandeur Not just a mere statue of cement, but of a great man A shiny suited man, who welcomes everyone. Surrounded by flags and healthy pampered
I love.. The early sounds of dawn. The twitter of birds and the sound of Silence too – as calm and blissful peace they bring. I love.. Fresh jasmine flowers A walk on wet green grass The crimson in the sky with birds
Behold our world so tired, torn, and insecure Filled with high tech answers, but yet unsure Nation after nation, fighting terror and crime Does mankind’s DNA force us to be so unkind? Many are seeking solutions, while others whine When
After breach in tolerance one peeled truth becomes incendiary. Afraid of the known: pitched against unknown. Dying young with stiff upper lip, the grief, was not curtained enough. The malignant spread, refused to retract a name from the epitaph. Greed
We know it’s hard to believe From what your earthly eyes can see. We know it’s difficult to accept Since you are deficient in sensory depth. We know you haven’t been sufficiently prepared To come to terms with what’s really
When I look back the silent darkness I had left in the deep woods a long ago where I had planted few seeds of my memories to grow but I found those seeds grown with thorns of exasperation and annoyance
Like that beautiful voice of a girl the slow strumming pleasant strings humming (the unknown) in my ears alone the ever so increasing feel good rhythm I love this song. As if I’m showering in flower-petals the beat of the
The sky was sunny, the temperature was mild, and the wind was calm and mild Tornadoes are known to rarely occur here, but the winds can get rather gusty. There is no hurricane season here, but the summers can often
If you walk straight under the shadow of moon, to the salt lake death will blow a long whistle. Everything was ruined in war of words. There was no peace in the heart, even after meditation, the mind drove for
He Ignited Minds of many, And gave them Wings of Fire, His life portrayed many a Turning Points, Having said this, Even I want to be a Kalam! Through his vision – India 2020 He aimed to Target 3 Billion,
My Father I see her in front of me, but not for long, she Leaves without a Word or goodbye, Disappears into her own brutal Darkness, NEVER seeming to plan to return, a deluded life I lived now shattered IN
I will take those precious memories And will frame them with love.. Looking back sometimes i wonder If there were things i could change… It was all my choice I made Experiencing both good and bad… Although it was not
An accountant, businessman, psychologist, or teacher? Great challenging and responsible endeavors, but for who? What was God thinking when he made you? A doctor, lawyer, Janitor, engineer, or carpenter? All good and noble professions, but for who? What was God
Wondering through life blindly Looking for resolutions, that will certainly never come With no real direction, assurance or assistance Roaming aimlessly about through life Drifting here and there and to and fro Walking down dark hallways with no exits Stuck
Hindsight of the past 3 years, Reveal the growth of a new face. The first instance of accidental “touch”- Perhaps Fate knocking on our doors. There onwards, The pages of my journal Were crusted with memoirs That stirred the soul.
When I walk out in broad daylight, I am immediately handed with “Stand up and fight” brochures, persuaded to download the Vithyou app, begged to join self defense classes to combat the raging thirst, of uninhibited audacious beasts. I am
Nights with no glimmer of moon In your half-silvered mirror Anonymity silhouettes fading memories Ages ago I was a child trapped In the nightmare clutches of scorn and penury And playmates I had but few I half-remember of an early
A cinder, neither coal nor ash, my life, clogs the roots of swaying carnations. Fear, like a cheetah, runs faster than discretion. Helplessly you tear off the last page of the book without reading the end. One petaled coral, green,
Rotten wrought iron gate, opens to a compound in decay, nature trying to encroach on what was stolen from her, the dilapidated walls, the creepers gone haywire, the smell of bereavement, the stone bench covered by moss, no place to
Well And Everybody longs for someone to love The unconditionally well I think I’ve Finally met my match written in the stars Of destiny and so I Vow here and Now to love you more today than yesterday more tomorrow