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The Humble Observance of Enmity

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Ray Meyers - 9th Grade
Woodstown High School; Woodstown, NJ

This poem describes that when something beautiful someone appreciates is shared with others, they rip it apart because they do not see through the same lenses. When people who love something that others love are hurt for that thing they love, they fear showing their passion and hobbies because they fear negativity.

Enmity 

A word shrouded 

In darkness. 

It is to be hostile 

But people are 

Hostile to the 

Thought of hostility. 

It is something frowned upon

on the outside But used on

the inside 

To keep control in sight. 

It makes people fear that 

Which they cannot see 

And worship that which

they do not know. People

think they want 

What they don’t have 

But the desire of the unknown 

Can lead to 

The person who desires it 

To become unknown.

Ultra Omnes 

 

Ultra 

Latin for 

Beyond 

Which is 

Ultraviolet 

Unable to be 

Seen 

Unless one

looks

Especially

closely. Is to

be beyond

ahead Or

outside the

average

Expectations? 

Is to be all 

Omnes 

To be nothing 

Or everything? 

And are

those who

Are beyond 

All 

Really behind 

No-one?

Define 

 

To define 

Is to reflect 

Meaning 

Or create it 

To define is to 

Paint a picture 

A story 

A people 

A world 

A universe 

Inevitable with its

creation. How do

words come to

be?    Sounds

articulated 

In mouth 

The air 

Giving helping them 

Glide into a

dictionary? How do

words come to

thrive? When 

Often 

They are spoken 

Broken into pride? 

How do words

come to hurt?

When they’re 

Shoved down 

The throats of people 

Who do they contrast? 

How do words kill? 

When they spear

through your Heart 

But remain in sight 

Still?

Happy goodbyes return sorrowfully 

 

When I hold this humble flower 

With its petals of aspiration 

The stem stemming from stardom 

No longer in desperation. 

Spirited away 

From my palm 

From my hand 

Feelings coming towards 

Them 

Until they 

Understand. 

The fractured petals 

Go in 

One ear 

Out the other 

Blooming on shoulders 

Getting colder 

Back to the beholder 

The flower is wilted and brown 

Its beauty has been 

Left to 

Drown. 

Their eyes are tinted gray 

Mine are wide and bright 

Needless to say 

we are 

Different, 

But 

The flowers are 

Weary tonight.