Enemies Poems
Just Strangers With Memories
by Anisha Nyambe
We're not friends, not enemies,
just strangers with memories
loosely hanging on the wall;
silently awaiting to die and fall.
Pass me by and remember to forget
a pausing moment you wish to regret.
Our eyes shall meet
and we shall shuffle our feet
when the smile we try to form
is the exact opposite of norm.
......
tranquil ocean
by Yunnie R.
tranquil like the ocean at dusk
in tune with the push and pull of the moon
and when the sea breeze comes smelling of musk,
it curls and whispers into my ear 'soon'
and when I hear it I recall when I once felt relief,
not really looking nor thinking that the next day
it would shift and turn into an overwhelming grief;
how it then felt as if what was torn hadn't been my trust–
but rather a broken wing and I am then hit with dismay
......
60. Life is a tree where friends are fruits
by Kea Campbell
Life is a tree where friends are fruits that eventually secede.
Sometimes I keep the rotten and sometimes I trim the ripe,
Because even at this point in my life, I can't tell where true intentions hide.
Monday 29 July 2024
Scorpions legacy continues
by Beatrice Knox
Bad little scorpion
Lying to the frog
The frog trusted you
Instead you break its spirit
You break its body
You broke my trust
You’re a bad little scorpion
But your lies are big
Our game of poker became pointless
When you won all the time
......
60. Life is a tree where friends are fruits
by Kea Campbell
Life is a tree where friends are fruits that eventually secede.
Sometimes I keep the rotten and sometimes I trim the ripe,
Because even at this point in my life, I can't tell where true intentions hide.
Monday 29 July 2024
tranquil ocean
by Yunnie R.
tranquil like the ocean at dusk
in tune with the push and pull of the moon
and when the sea breeze comes smelling of musk,
it curls and whispers into my ear 'soon'
and when I hear it I recall when I once felt relief,
not really looking nor thinking that the next day
it would shift and turn into an overwhelming grief;
how it then felt as if what was torn hadn't been my trust–
but rather a broken wing and I am then hit with dismay
......
Just Strangers With Memories
by Anisha Nyambe
We're not friends, not enemies,
just strangers with memories
loosely hanging on the wall;
silently awaiting to die and fall.
Pass me by and remember to forget
a pausing moment you wish to regret.
Our eyes shall meet
and we shall shuffle our feet
when the smile we try to form
is the exact opposite of norm.
......
Scorpions legacy continues
by Beatrice Knox
Bad little scorpion
Lying to the frog
The frog trusted you
Instead you break its spirit
You break its body
You broke my trust
You’re a bad little scorpion
But your lies are big
Our game of poker became pointless
When you won all the time
......
