"archenemy" poems - Hello Poetry

I am your biggest enemy That annoying disruptive archenemy I am the devil’s advocate The answer that can’t wait I am the, what if, that cannot That heart dropping second thought I am that itch you can’t reach That dreaded wedding speech I am the chair leg that stubs your toe The dreadful bad hair day photo I am the daily agonizing frustration But these moments give me this admiration To be happy and thankful for those times That make it worth wild to live a lifetime.

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Dec 2, 2015

Dec 2, 2015 at 11:59 AM UTC

brandon-amberger

Daily frustration

I am your biggest enemy That annoying disruptive archenemy I am the devil’s advocate The answer that can’t wait I am the, what if, that cannot That heart dropping second thought I am that itch you can’t reach That dreaded wedding speech I am the chair leg that stubs your toe The dreadful bad hair day photo I am the daily agonizing frustration But these moments give me this admiration To be happy and thankful for those times That make it worth wild to live a lifetime.

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I yearn for your voice. For it is the remedy for this distance. And this Distance seems to be, The archenemy of Bliss. He waits patiently for his chance, To ambush an unknowing victim. Yet Bliss walks by our side, When You and I are hand-in-hand. He has no conscience. And he walks with Bliss, After his victim has fallen. Yet Bliss, too, is another of his victims. I yearn for that voice, To be a shield against Distance. And You, my sword. For with you, I can defeat him. For now, Bliss is nowhere to be found. So Distance is here with me. Bow at the ready, Waiting for me to turn my back. But I know he is there, So turn my back, I shall not. I play your voice over and over, In my head, and Distance has been parried. I wait for your return, So I may take the offensive, Against this villain, And destroy him. For I know when you return, Bliss will be at your side, And together, We shall impale Distance.

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Nov 14, 2012

Nov 14, 2012 at 12:42 AM UTC

canaan-massie

Distance Vs. Bliss

I yearn for your voice. For it is the remedy for this distance. And this Distance seems to be, The archenemy of Bliss. He waits patiently for his chance, To ambush an unknowing victim. Yet Bliss walks by our side, When You and I are hand-in-hand. He has no conscience. And he walks with Bliss, After his victim has fallen. Yet Bliss, too, is another of his victims. I yearn for that voice, To be a shield against Distance. And You, my sword. For with you, I can defeat him. For now, Bliss is nowhere to be found. So Distance is here with me. Bow at the ready, Waiting for me to turn my back. But I know he is there, So turn my back, I shall not. I play your voice over and over, In my head, and Distance has been parried. I wait for your return, So I may take the offensive, Against this villain, And destroy him. For I know when you return, Bliss will be at your side, And together, We shall impale Distance.

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Violin strings Sing The story of my life Unlike the blues They play off Mahogany Often, we Look down at our past Overlooking The good quality Times And all Why reminisce Situations exempt Of bliss Sit in Situations Awaiting The arrival Of my rival Archenemy Has characteristics Found in me We Are a story Plotted With convictions Because of Our connection: Conflict My mistakes Stay with me As long As I let them “Forget regret It only begets upset” I can’t remember Where I came from I only remember The trips, Falls, And bumps Into the walls I can recall The long hallway I wanted to take But Afraid I turned away What lied at the end I’ll never know Death to those Who don’t find out! Too late I’m dead And the violin sings… Inside There’s not much moving No motion Promoting me Deeper into depression Deprived Of the one thing promised In life Life Lied to me The night I tried To live With what I lost Couldn’t cope Lost hope And the scope of issues Wrapped Around my throat As a rope I fought Long and hard To discard These Strings of destiny But the violin sings… Louder Than I can cry It plays Longer Than eye’s can cry Laughter Lays at the end Of the room Smiling In my face I look The other way And stay stuck In the past Beautiful music Tries to change The ugly mood But Happiness It doesn’t bring It just happens To have a melody Loaded With songs to sing My body Stays motionless And Only my hands Will ever dream As they move To the grooves And dance Across the strings.

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Sep 30, 2010

Sep 30, 2010 at 12:50 AM UTC

joseph-childress

The Violin Sings

Violin strings Sing The story of my life Unlike the blues They play off Mahogany Often, we Look down at our past Overlooking The good quality Times And all Why reminisce Situations exempt Of bliss Sit in Situations Awaiting The arrival Of my rival Archenemy Has characteristics Found in me We Are a story Plotted With convictions Because of Our connection: Conflict My mistakes Stay with me As long As I let them “Forget regret It only begets upset” I can’t remember Where I came from I only remember The trips, Falls, And bumps Into the walls I can recall The long hallway I wanted to take But Afraid I turned away What lied at the end I’ll never know Death to those Who don’t find out! Too late I’m dead And the violin sings… Inside There’s not much moving No motion Promoting me Deeper into depression Deprived Of the one thing promised In life Life Lied to me The night I tried To live With what I lost Couldn’t cope Lost hope And the scope of issues Wrapped Around my throat As a rope I fought Long and hard To discard These Strings of destiny But the violin sings… Louder Than I can cry It plays Longer Than eye’s can cry Laughter Lays at the end Of the room Smiling In my face I look The other way And stay stuck In the past Beautiful music Tries to change The ugly mood But Happiness It doesn’t bring It just happens To have a melody Loaded With songs to sing My body Stays motionless And Only my hands Will ever dream As they move To the grooves And dance Across the strings.

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Her mind constantly plotted against her Made her believe things that eventually resulted in self destruct She never understood why… and how could she? How is one supposed to understand the feeling to have your own mind eating you from the inside, trying to ruin and destroy everything you’re trying to build. To have yourself as the archenemy. To have yourself not giving you a chance to live. To have your own mind telling you that you are not worthy nor deserve to walk on this earth She can’t trust herself, she therefore can’t trust anyone “Aren’t we supposed to be in the same team?” She asked her mind You see, depression doesn’t know what he is Doesn’t know that he is a sickness, a disease To him, he is just looking for a place to stay, for a home And the only way for him to find a home is to invade and create civil wars Depression has no problem going into a war zone with no weapons Because he is a strong enough of a weapon himself He has been into many wars, and won countless battles You see, the odds are usually in his favor So depression has no problem going into a war

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May 20, 2015

May 20, 2015 at 3:32 PM UTC

shaima-al-marzouqi

Civil War

Her mind constantly plotted against her Made her believe things that eventually resulted in self destruct She never understood why… and how could she? How is one supposed to understand the feeling to have your own mind eating you from the inside, trying to ruin and destroy everything you’re trying to build. To have yourself as the archenemy. To have yourself not giving you a chance to live. To have your own mind telling you that you are not worthy nor deserve to walk on this earth She can’t trust herself, she therefore can’t trust anyone “Aren’t we supposed to be in the same team?” She asked her mind You see, depression doesn’t know what he is Doesn’t know that he is a sickness, a disease To him, he is just looking for a place to stay, for a home And the only way for him to find a home is to invade and create civil wars Depression has no problem going into a war zone with no weapons Because he is a strong enough of a weapon himself He has been into many wars, and won countless battles You see, the odds are usually in his favor So depression has no problem going into a war

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Rambling rants of a disturbed mind genius in his day, one of a kind fighting against some archenemy flailing and arguing continuously family visit heartbroken in their eyes, no need to be spoken on a good day he just ignores their presence, one of his chores on a bad day swearing and cursing a painted smile they’ve been rehearsing the man they knew is long gone but in their soul, his memory shone they keep hoping for a breakthrough a precious glimpse of the person they knew

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Apr 25, 2013

Apr 25, 2013 at 5:46 AM UTC

susan-oreilly

A Precious Glimpse

Rambling rants of a disturbed mind genius in his day, one of a kind fighting against some archenemy flailing and arguing continuously family visit heartbroken in their eyes, no need to be spoken on a good day he just ignores their presence, one of his chores on a bad day swearing and cursing a painted smile they’ve been rehearsing the man they knew is long gone but in their soul, his memory shone they keep hoping for a breakthrough a precious glimpse of the person they knew

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"Tu ignorancia es un monte de leones, Stanton" -García Lorca Juntos para morir, separados para vivir. Como un manantial de loros te canto, Stanton no se quien eres pero nunca nos encontraremos cual cima de hipopótamos, cual valle de elefantes. Podría seguir, seguir con mi orografía animal, Stanton. Sentirme una Lorca envalentonada, envalentonada como un monte de leones. Pero no lo soy. Sólo soy un intento de física, un intento de poetisa, un intento de mujer, un intento de persona. Un intento. Reímos juntos aquel día, aún hoy lloramos separadas. Y este poema se torna pensamientos no ligados. nuca lo estuvieron. Mi ignorancia siempre fue un monte de leones. Y mis pensamientos se tornan contra mí una vez más. Contra mi cuerpo: mi archienemigo, tantas veces te he escrito para herirte, tantas veces te he herido para herirte. Mi odio hacia ti es una riada de cuervos. Contra mi mente: falsa amiga, tantas veces te he usado para servirme tantas veces me has herido al servirme. Mi rencor hacia ti es un acantilado de ratas. Y sí, este poema es una excusa para alabar el citado verso, pero entre verso y verso se cuela mi odio, cual filtro de lemures, cual escurridero de serpientes. Mi odio por todo, mi odio por nada. Y aquí termina mi canto, diciéndote una vez más, Stanton. Tu ignorancia es un monte de leones. // "Your ignorance is a mountain of lions, Stanton" -García Lorca Together dying, apart living. Like a spring of parrots I sing to you, Stanton I don't know who you are but we'll never meet like peak of hippopotamus, like valley of elephants. I could continue, continue with my animal orography, Stanton. Feeling myself an encouraged Lorca, encouraged like a mountain of lions. But I'm not one. I'm only an attempt of a physic, an attempt of a poet, an attempt of a woman, an attempt of a person. An attempt. We laughed together that day, even today we cry alone. This poem turns itself thoughts not linked. They never were. My ignorance has always been a mountain of lions. And my thoughts turn against me once again. Against my body: my archenemy, so many times I have written to harm you, so many times I have harmed you tu harm you. My hatred towards you is a stream of raven. Against my mind: false friend, so many times I have used you to serve me, so many times you have harmed you to serve me. Mi resentment towards you is a cliff of rats. And yes, this poem is an excuse tu praise the mentioned verse, but between verse and verse my hatred creeps in, like filter of lemures, like sink of snakes. My hatred towards everything, my hatred towards nothing. And here my singing ends, telling you once again, Stanton. Your ignorance is a mountain of lions.

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Jun 5, 2018

Jun 5, 2018 at 12:07 PM UTC

Nisselen

Canto a Stanton/Song to Stanton

"Tu ignorancia es un monte de leones, Stanton" -García Lorca Juntos para morir, separados para vivir. Como un manantial de loros te canto, Stanton no se quien eres pero nunca nos encontraremos cual cima de hipopótamos, cual valle de elefantes. Podría seguir, seguir con mi orografía animal, Stanton. Sentirme una Lorca envalentonada, envalentonada como un monte de leones. Pero no lo soy. Sólo soy un intento de física, un intento de poetisa, un intento de mujer, un intento de persona. Un intento. Reímos juntos aquel día, aún hoy lloramos separadas. Y este poema se torna pensamientos no ligados. nuca lo estuvieron. Mi ignorancia siempre fue un monte de leones. Y mis pensamientos se tornan contra mí una vez más. Contra mi cuerpo: mi archienemigo, tantas veces te he escrito para herirte, tantas veces te he herido para herirte. Mi odio hacia ti es una riada de cuervos. Contra mi mente: falsa amiga, tantas veces te he usado para servirme tantas veces me has herido al servirme. Mi rencor hacia ti es un acantilado de ratas. Y sí, este poema es una excusa para alabar el citado verso, pero entre verso y verso se cuela mi odio, cual filtro de lemures, cual escurridero de serpientes. Mi odio por todo, mi odio por nada. Y aquí termina mi canto, diciéndote una vez más, Stanton. Tu ignorancia es un monte de leones. // "Your ignorance is a mountain of lions, Stanton" -García Lorca Together dying, apart living. Like a spring of parrots I sing to you, Stanton I don't know who you are but we'll never meet like peak of hippopotamus, like valley of elephants. I could continue, continue with my animal orography, Stanton. Feeling myself an encouraged Lorca, encouraged like a mountain of lions. But I'm not one. I'm only an attempt of a physic, an attempt of a poet, an attempt of a woman, an attempt of a person. An attempt. We laughed together that day, even today we cry alone. This poem turns itself thoughts not linked. They never were. My ignorance has always been a mountain of lions. And my thoughts turn against me once again. Against my body: my archenemy, so many times I have written to harm you, so many times I have harmed you tu harm you. My hatred towards you is a stream of raven. Against my mind: false friend, so many times I have used you to serve me, so many times you have harmed you to serve me. Mi resentment towards you is a cliff of rats. And yes, this poem is an excuse tu praise the mentioned verse, but between verse and verse my hatred creeps in, like filter of lemures, like sink of snakes. My hatred towards everything, my hatred towards nothing. And here my singing ends, telling you once again, Stanton. Your ignorance is a mountain of lions.

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I especially love Ex's when they're in one another's presence. The chemistry is still there; just have to apply the energy

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Jan 19, 2015

Jan 19, 2015 at 3:11 PM UTC

DamareMcElmore

Archenemy

I especially love Ex's when they're in one another's presence. The chemistry is still there; just have to apply the energy

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Feb 25, 2018

Feb 25, 2018 at 6:46 PM UTC

matthew-scott-harris2p

addictive ampoules annihilate after alluring

awesome apothecary addressed as Agamemnon alleviates anxiety, and alimentary aggravation anodyne appeasement arrests ailment amphetamines acquaintanceship assuages agonizing aches also advocates amorousness assiduously activating admiration aggressive attacks assault air afoul affable affinity affects adumbration anatomical accidental addiction attested as academic, although afterward abnegation absolutely arduous, affianced attired apparently as an anomaly Ares and Abyssinian Astarte admixture acquiescence affliction affected adroitly, and abruptly abends accessible altruistic alms axed albeit admonishing, alluding, and attributing authored autonomous anonymous adroit arriviste agents accompanying as accomplished accomplices accredited ace advertisers applaud ascendent assaults amidst agonizing appeals acting all acrimoniously apropos avowedly ardently, and antagonistically, agitating appositely advocating ancillary assistance addict adrift afloat anchors away assails along, among, and an alias archenemy - adorned abominable assassin alters ambition adroitly, aggressively, absolutely addict announces asseveration against avid admonishment alarmingly annulling authentic affiliation anew anonymous ability acclaims alignment aegis actually adversarial abetting attrition appetite acceleration ascendent after aplenty anesthetization additionally activating arced analogous arrow advancing added abdominal and arterial agony abject ambivalence arrests accomplishments attainable any artistic avocation absconded asper auditorial approbation, animadversion artificial aggrandizement abrogates astuteness appropriate adjudication affronted alternative afforded amnesty about acing audioslave as aerosmith ambition assumes arriviste affectation already appalling alacrity awakens amendment although Awol administration adamant acrimonious affront agonizingly attributable announces another afterworld apparent ailing apparition ardent allegiance asking anyone appreciable affix apathy abounds attending apriorism allotment.

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The void in the pit of my stomach spawns grotesque lyricism Cynicism in mind shivers as the mind considers the complexity of time Hence we tend to the epochs with uniqueness Betwixt the manic and the peace Fit perfectly in pockets of freedom We breathe in the seas and spit out the seasons Breakers of zen then we put back the pieces and admit under the pretense of human Consumed kin with a youthful exuberance Exhumed sin to the fullest Archenemy to prudence The Foolish

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Jun 26, 2015

Jun 26, 2015 at 1:37 PM UTC

Dantzzzler

The Foolish

The void in the pit of my stomach spawns grotesque lyricism Cynicism in mind shivers as the mind considers the complexity of time Hence we tend to the epochs with uniqueness Betwixt the manic and the peace Fit perfectly in pockets of freedom We breathe in the seas and spit out the seasons Breakers of zen then we put back the pieces and admit under the pretense of human Consumed kin with a youthful exuberance Exhumed sin to the fullest Archenemy to prudence The Foolish

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Owning up to the fact that I cast a shadow. One that seems to have no end. Hiding just behind me. Mechanisms to keep it out of view. Catch it in the act before it gets past you. Turn your back to your devil, And you will see the shadow that it casts. The reach of its shadow, Grows larger the longer you hide, Until all you can see is darkness. Our devil figure, Reflects in another. The Archenemy, Is buried inside me. We are our own devil, And make everyone else our devil. I cast my devil onto you, And now you are my devil too. Your archenemy, Don’t push that onto me. Your misery, Don’t make it mine too. Your elegy, See that the devil is you. Own up to the dark. Amend yourself. Catch your devil out in the open, Trying to make an enemy out of someone. Blameless, you believe, You hide the shadow beneath your feet. Unveil the creature, Walk through it, Until it is not your devil anymore.

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Feb 18, 2020

Feb 18, 2020 at 4:37 PM UTC

MisfitOfSociety

Archenemy

Owning up to the fact that I cast a shadow. One that seems to have no end. Hiding just behind me. Mechanisms to keep it out of view. Catch it in the act before it gets past you. Turn your back to your devil, And you will see the shadow that it casts. The reach of its shadow, Grows larger the longer you hide, Until all you can see is darkness. Our devil figure, Reflects in another. The Archenemy, Is buried inside me. We are our own devil, And make everyone else our devil. I cast my devil onto you, And now you are my devil too. Your archenemy, Don’t push that onto me. Your misery, Don’t make it mine too. Your elegy, See that the devil is you. Own up to the dark. Amend yourself. Catch your devil out in the open, Trying to make an enemy out of someone. Blameless, you believe, You hide the shadow beneath your feet. Unveil the creature, Walk through it, Until it is not your devil anymore.

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