Poems about Conflict
#conflict
Conflict poems about relationship arguments, family feuds and conflict in society. Here you'll find poems exploring the emotions behind conflict situations, including internal conflict over difficult life decisions.
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Haiku-Sonnet
Storms are gathering.
In the cyber background we
furiously plan.
Collating the facts
means sifting through opinions,
by necessity.
Each viewpoint valid
though varied in emphasis;
such subtle shading.
Quite easy to write,
now must steel self to endure
that which lies ahead.
Yet, what am I e'er, if not
honest, faithful, true stalwart?
In the cyber background we
furiously plan.
Collating the facts
means sifting through opinions,
by necessity.
Each viewpoint valid
though varied in emphasis;
such subtle shading.
Quite easy to write,
now must steel self to endure
that which lies ahead.
Yet, what am I e'er, if not
honest, faithful, true stalwart?
#confessional
#conflict
#job #SelfReflection
#job #SelfReflection
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Toccata and fugue on a rainy day
So, as I was saying...
You should take more care
of your own life
and let others live theirs.
You should keep quiet.
Sit and let the energies flow
through your body
from the top of your hollow head
to the base of your clubbed feet.
You should stop listening
to other people's conversations
and feel the stench
of their cadaverous thoughts.
Bury your hands in your pockets
until they reach the bottom
of your infernal well.
Stop letting the crackling of words
that don't...
You should take more care
of your own life
and let others live theirs.
You should keep quiet.
Sit and let the energies flow
through your body
from the top of your hollow head
to the base of your clubbed feet.
You should stop listening
to other people's conversations
and feel the stench
of their cadaverous thoughts.
Bury your hands in your pockets
until they reach the bottom
of your infernal well.
Stop letting the crackling of words
that don't...
#conflict
#confusion
#dialogue
#escape
#hell
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~- the flawless fairy spotted deer..
(an inspired lyrical from the 1981 Tamil film #AayiramNilaveVaa -
a female solo sad number sung hauntingly by the living legend
singer #PSusheela & scored by Maestro Ilayaraja, song linked below)
https://youtu.be/ITNHmYoUVek?feature=shared
(intro verses)
stranded in the gushing
shores of the holy Ganges..
she, a mesmerize of a spotted dear.. yet there
in a deeply torn~ thirsting melancholic daze
is in search of.. the waters..
yes, in search...
a female solo sad number sung hauntingly by the living legend
singer #PSusheela & scored by Maestro Ilayaraja, song linked below)
https://youtu.be/ITNHmYoUVek?feature=shared
(intro verses)
stranded in the gushing
shores of the holy Ganges..
she, a mesmerize of a spotted dear.. yet there
in a deeply torn~ thirsting melancholic daze
is in search of.. the waters..
yes, in search...
#conflict
#inspirational
#lyrics
#music
#sadness
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~the murmurs of a forest..
her silvery anklets of midnight
tinkles shrilly as an eerie metal
…as she whispers… chants some
incomprehensibly luring hush hush
verses of.. a what. sacred hymns
or curses of a black magic?
she in a non-stopping spree
scratches her bio- weaponised
curly overgrown finger nails..
over the pleading silent walls
in an unbearably ear-shying
to its screechy sirening violence
of a tearing~ bleeding frequencies
she even dare enters your lazy cozy
bedcovers … housing the snoring ...
tinkles shrilly as an eerie metal
…as she whispers… chants some
incomprehensibly luring hush hush
verses of.. a what. sacred hymns
or curses of a black magic?
she in a non-stopping spree
scratches her bio- weaponised
curly overgrown finger nails..
over the pleading silent walls
in an unbearably ear-shying
to its screechy sirening violence
of a tearing~ bleeding frequencies
she even dare enters your lazy cozy
bedcovers … housing the snoring ...
#conflict
#evil
#inspirational
#revenge
#spiritual
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Their Bed Chamber
I’m not sure when it all began,
if time drew its sharp blade
and split apart the fine string
tying them together,
or maybe none was ever made.
But since the first blink I can remember,
lying in the dark,
I could hear the silence creeping
through the cracks in the walls
from their bed chamber.
And when the sun came through,
I could then see the regret behind their eyes,
as if two strangers shared
a roof and a contract
with no rubber stamp to seal their choice.
if time drew its sharp blade
and split apart the fine string
tying them together,
or maybe none was ever made.
But since the first blink I can remember,
lying in the dark,
I could hear the silence creeping
through the cracks in the walls
from their bed chamber.
And when the sun came through,
I could then see the regret behind their eyes,
as if two strangers shared
a roof and a contract
with no rubber stamp to seal their choice.
#apathy
#conflict
#memories #parent
#memories #parent
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What a dumb shit!
When he found out how things really were between men & women
He was shocked how cutthroat both sexes were to one another
It was a drag to find out that everybody knew all the same shit and everyone played it off like it was nothing
All the things that go unsaid
They get shoved into your guts like cutlery
All the bullshit sex etiquette
It's like a miniature cold war
What a bunch of lies & ego trips
That's why all these people were so freaked out about each other
It's one big club
The look away & laugh club
A revelation the size...
He was shocked how cutthroat both sexes were to one another
It was a drag to find out that everybody knew all the same shit and everyone played it off like it was nothing
All the things that go unsaid
They get shoved into your guts like cutlery
All the bullshit sex etiquette
It's like a miniature cold war
What a bunch of lies & ego trips
That's why all these people were so freaked out about each other
It's one big club
The look away & laugh club
A revelation the size...
#anger
#conflict
#deception
#hypocrisy
#lies
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The unbearable softness of lightning
the caress of shattering light
fear, desire, and beauty
breathing fire
and brittle air
the metal taste of ozone
I sensed what was coming
a primal fear
an omen of doom
of a spirit tightly coiled
eyes peering from the storm
to turn back anger
burn down the words
the cuts too deep
our eyes full of clouds
fire from our hearts
seeking each other's throats
reveling in the ruins
that I can hold once more
the unbearable softness of lightning
fear, desire, and beauty
breathing fire
and brittle air
the metal taste of ozone
I sensed what was coming
a primal fear
an omen of doom
of a spirit tightly coiled
eyes peering from the storm
to turn back anger
burn down the words
the cuts too deep
our eyes full of clouds
fire from our hearts
seeking each other's throats
reveling in the ruins
that I can hold once more
the unbearable softness of lightning
#conflict
#love
#obsession
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Frontlines
I was enlisted in a battle
I should have never fought
This war was created by you
Over silly insecurities and for what
I told you to bring the pain
Bring the tears
Bring the joys
Bring all the fears
You added to this list I must fight
You brought anger into this plight
I was on the front lines
Doing what I needed to do
Throwing every arsenal, I have
Just to get through to you
If I had already lost this war
Why even walk across my line
If there is someone else out there
Willing to...
I should have never fought
This war was created by you
Over silly insecurities and for what
I told you to bring the pain
Bring the tears
Bring the joys
Bring all the fears
You added to this list I must fight
You brought anger into this plight
I was on the front lines
Doing what I needed to do
Throwing every arsenal, I have
Just to get through to you
If I had already lost this war
Why even walk across my line
If there is someone else out there
Willing to...
#breakup
#conflict
#sacrifice
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~aromatic anomalies
does your hyperosmic eccentricities
make you an instant sniffer~ dog.. hit
by this an animalistic gifted streak…
or even so better, make you
a uniquely magnifique maverick god
a magical synesthetic
to an esoteric mystique
of whatever vagaries
of aromatic sensations
in an ease of a creative synthesise
to its brusque breakdown rapidities
anything & everything
from those high hanging
exotic ethereal perfumeries
to digging deep underground
an earthen...
make you an instant sniffer~ dog.. hit
by this an animalistic gifted streak…
or even so better, make you
a uniquely magnifique maverick god
a magical synesthetic
to an esoteric mystique
of whatever vagaries
of aromatic sensations
in an ease of a creative synthesise
to its brusque breakdown rapidities
anything & everything
from those high hanging
exotic ethereal perfumeries
to digging deep underground
an earthen...
#conflict
#evolution
#identity
#science
#spiritual
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Outro
He loves to get a reaction,
causing the retraction of my feelings.
As the song plays
I know I have stayed too long.
The melody stings.
Still, I pluck each string,
hoping to tune the sour notes;
but the chunks rise to my throat.
The words unsaid well up,
and the tears shed through our chorus.
Now we are at a versus,
and the worst is that no one is winning.
causing the retraction of my feelings.
As the song plays
I know I have stayed too long.
The melody stings.
Still, I pluck each string,
hoping to tune the sour notes;
but the chunks rise to my throat.
The words unsaid well up,
and the tears shed through our chorus.
Now we are at a versus,
and the worst is that no one is winning.
#conflict
#heartbroken
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Be Gone, Be Sorry
How could I not regret
These words I whispered inside?
When I looked at you,
And wished in silence you were gone.
I wish I didn’t feel
As if I’d find my life the moment you lost yours.
And yet, I still need you
To be sorry for all that you’ve done.
These words I whispered inside?
When I looked at you,
And wished in silence you were gone.
I wish I didn’t feel
As if I’d find my life the moment you lost yours.
And yet, I still need you
To be sorry for all that you’ve done.
#conflict
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ricochet
You tell me I live for the misery
I'm so addicted to suffering
I don't want to taste happiness
on my tongue
and revel in the glory of it
I faced my demons
reached for the safety
of your hand
but you told me
I need to walk alone
I faced my demons
and my demons won
In the aftermath
you gift me empty words
tell me my happiness
is your top priority
like I was the only one
standing between me
and the things I asked for
So I let these lies ricochet
carbon...
I'm so addicted to suffering
I don't want to taste happiness
on my tongue
and revel in the glory of it
I faced my demons
reached for the safety
of your hand
but you told me
I need to walk alone
I faced my demons
and my demons won
In the aftermath
you gift me empty words
tell me my happiness
is your top priority
like I was the only one
standing between me
and the things I asked for
So I let these lies ricochet
carbon...
#conflict
#manipulation
#MentalHealth #relationships
#MentalHealth #relationships
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DU Poetry : Poems about Conflict