Poem -

HURT PRIDE

With a little hurt pride
Animosity breeds
Wrongs that are mere slights
Balloon into grievous insults
That will cause great destruction

A little word is pride
A big headache is its consequence
A nightmare is its longevity
A ruinous landscape it causes

Hurt imagined
Hurt real
Does anyone not hurt?
Those that feel umbrage no doubt
Also caused upset
Should we all do a history check
Before we try to wreck?

Peace on earth
Goodwill to all men
It is a fantasy
Coming from an ill -conceived pen
We all do harm
It is just a matter of when

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Evrod Samuel

I wrote this on a park bench yesterday lapping up the sun......one of my greatest obstacle in life is the pride of those around me..pride is to me a too controlling influence that is used against me ...

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WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

Meaningful lines, Thanks for sharing, WILLIAMSJI

Hurt imagined
Hurt real
Does anyone not hurt?
Those that feel umbrage no doubt
Also caused upset
Should we all do a history check
Before we try to wreck?

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Evrod Samuel

thank you...history is  never consulted for it shows that all we do is go around in circles....its a gloomy poem written on a sunny day..i had a list of phrases I wrote from reading the week newspaper so it was the turn of the phrase hurt pride .....

I think ill give the philosophy a break as the suns out ..ill have to do a spring poem ....

hope all is well

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