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.
Taurek
Poem Published
Yesterday 4:20am
Yesterday 4:20am
Melee Utopia Redux
Trying to do something with
my life besides what they
had for me
now that’s not easy for
a bum to do
slathering Oil of
Olay all over your
face and Brylcreem in
your hair like they
couldn’t see the
dissipation in
your eyes
walking around like a
languid skeleton because
I needed adjustments that
I just wasn’t going to get
you see the few brave
people in this world and
you wonder if it’s all
really just an
algorithm
there are things done in
darkness that...
my life besides what they
had for me
now that’s not easy for
a bum to do
slathering Oil of
Olay all over your
face and Brylcreem in
your hair like they
couldn’t see the
dissipation in
your eyes
walking around like a
languid skeleton because
I needed adjustments that
I just wasn’t going to get
you see the few brave
people in this world and
you wonder if it’s all
really just an
algorithm
there are things done in
darkness that...
#courage
#conflict
#addiction
#vanity
#heroic
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CeeCee-Elaine
Poem Published
Yesterday 3:16am
Yesterday 3:16am
Corpses
You've always loved digging up old corpses.
It's just a shame you could never seem to figure out
what you wanted to do with them.
Leaving me close to alive, but barely breathing-
Suffocating in the dirt of our past, waiting
to be uncovered once again.
But when you do, it's merely to check
and make sure that there was no life left inside of me.
Your vile words a cure for my consciousness.
It's just a shame you could never seem to figure out
what you wanted to do with them.
Leaving me close to alive, but barely breathing-
Suffocating in the dirt of our past, waiting
to be uncovered once again.
But when you do, it's merely to check
and make sure that there was no life left inside of me.
Your vile words a cure for my consciousness.
#anxiety
#relationships
#breakup
#conflict
#hurt
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Kaden_Malis
Kaden Malis
Kaden Malis
Bumped 19th Jan 2021 2:28am
3rd Aug 2020 1:42am
3rd Aug 2020 1:42am
Rebel
I was born
Dreamlike fuzzed ethereal edges
Give way to
Cold hard ledges
Take me back
Into my warm cocoon
Fast forward
Grade school officials
Warnings of retribution
Not following directions
But lots of potential
Yes, parents are in the picture
Yes, they care
Care what others think
I didn't
Born free
But not free to think
So I took it for myself
The constraints of thinking
Outside the box wasn't enough
So my mind now rests easy
Filled with...
Dreamlike fuzzed ethereal edges
Give way to
Cold hard ledges
Take me back
Into my warm cocoon
Fast forward
Grade school officials
Warnings of retribution
Not following directions
But lots of potential
Yes, parents are in the picture
Yes, they care
Care what others think
I didn't
Born free
But not free to think
So I took it for myself
The constraints of thinking
Outside the box wasn't enough
So my mind now rests easy
Filled with...
#teens
#conflict
#escape
#apathy
#manipulation
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Eerie
Poem Published
16th Jan 2021 1:18am
16th Jan 2021 1:18am
Leave Your Argument at the Door
Conflict used to grab hold
of my stomach, twist it like a dirty
rag, wet with bile.
Now it just makes me angry.
You don't need to prove me wrong.
There is no prize to be won, though
I wish there were—
maybe I'd try harder.
of my stomach, twist it like a dirty
rag, wet with bile.
Now it just makes me angry.
You don't need to prove me wrong.
There is no prize to be won, though
I wish there were—
maybe I'd try harder.
#conflict
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dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
9th Jan 2021 2:19pm
9th Jan 2021 2:19pm
Historic Note: E.Prunes Run For Cover and Wind Up In Viet Nam
filling fulfilling a self'self-referential
of prophecy, like
some
other
pretenciators, dressed as
rockflowers,
lunching on they's own
gray-matter, 'cause
they don't know
any/no better.
so, on the 'puter, listening to
E. Prunes, (Aug. 1,1967).
((what were you doing on Aug.1st,'67?)).
re'call recall recall not a goddamn
recallable thing other'n E.Prunes.
...
of prophecy, like
some
other
pretenciators, dressed as
rockflowers,
lunching on they's own
gray-matter, 'cause
they don't know
any/no better.
so, on the 'puter, listening to
E. Prunes, (Aug. 1,1967).
((what were you doing on Aug.1st,'67?)).
re'call recall recall not a goddamn
recallable thing other'n E.Prunes.
...
#conflict
#food
#confessional #confusion
#confessional #confusion
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Scolar37
Scott Millar
Scott Millar
Poem Published
8th Jan 2021 7:54pm
8th Jan 2021 7:54pm
I've Sung My Song...
Someone said, Hey! Don't do that
Dont you know that that is wrong?
I replied, well I dont care
I've been doing it this way for so long...
As I walked off I thought to myself
Why can't folk just let me be?
Everyone has to much to say
And I really just want to be free...
Looking around I saw so many faces
Many from my past and some new,
But all of the faces looking back at me
Appeared to be looking straight through?
Well I dont care what they think
And I dont care what they say..
I only care what my closest think ...
Dont you know that that is wrong?
I replied, well I dont care
I've been doing it this way for so long...
As I walked off I thought to myself
Why can't folk just let me be?
Everyone has to much to say
And I really just want to be free...
Looking around I saw so many faces
Many from my past and some new,
But all of the faces looking back at me
Appeared to be looking straight through?
Well I dont care what they think
And I dont care what they say..
I only care what my closest think ...
#conflict
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BigVirge
Big Virge
Big Virge
Poem Published
7th Jan 2021 5:25am
7th Jan 2021 5:25am
"So Now What's Coming Next ?" ... A Poem written by Big Virge 7/1/2021
Now Folks ...
My Phone’s SMART Tech ...
REJECTED My First Text ... !!!
In A Way That Really ...
Caused My Head To STRESS ... !!!
So I Guess That It Was Meant ...
For ME To Now Get VEX ...
Just Like The Heads ...
At Today’s’ PROTEST ... !!!
That Seemed To Have Rednecks ...
Rather VEXED And Quite UPSET ... !?!
Because Their CURRENT President ...
Has Now ... GOT TO Accept ...
... His LOSS To Joe Biden ... !!!!
According To News Threads ... !?!
So Should Now GO HOME ...
And...
My Phone’s SMART Tech ...
REJECTED My First Text ... !!!
In A Way That Really ...
Caused My Head To STRESS ... !!!
So I Guess That It Was Meant ...
For ME To Now Get VEX ...
Just Like The Heads ...
At Today’s’ PROTEST ... !!!
That Seemed To Have Rednecks ...
Rather VEXED And Quite UPSET ... !?!
Because Their CURRENT President ...
Has Now ... GOT TO Accept ...
... His LOSS To Joe Biden ... !!!!
According To News Threads ... !?!
So Should Now GO HOME ...
And...
#relationships
#conflict
#power
#humankind
#manipulation
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ChronicleSinner
Poem Published
5th Jan 2021 6:44am
5th Jan 2021 6:44am
JAILBREAK (FT ADAMANT)
(VERSE’S BY CHRONICLE SINNER)
I can still taste you, like fire on my tongue,
like a cigarette burning through my lungs.
I’ve tried every whiskey just to get through,
but all I can think about is that video of you.
In that position, yes I can’t help but fantasise,
Forget about all the anger and your lies.
Still here I am, and thankful for this.
Because being single is simply bliss.
A touch of your anger, I sometimes miss.
Only when the boys forget to bite when they kiss.
For your love was just once upon a time,
Now single...
I can still taste you, like fire on my tongue,
like a cigarette burning through my lungs.
I’ve tried every whiskey just to get through,
but all I can think about is that video of you.
In that position, yes I can’t help but fantasise,
Forget about all the anger and your lies.
Still here I am, and thankful for this.
Because being single is simply bliss.
A touch of your anger, I sometimes miss.
Only when the boys forget to bite when they kiss.
For your love was just once upon a time,
Now single...
#love
#breakup
#conflict #SelfReflection
#conflict #SelfReflection
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dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
4th Jan 2021 11:27pm
4th Jan 2021 11:27pm
BadPoem for Today, Lookin Forward To A Badder Tomorrow
Put the puncture in the
pantry
and watch the fckn fur
fly.
"That's nonsense!" you exclaim'
"Ha! You call me nonsense, I'm worth
three dollahs and fifty-four cents. And that,
I believe, comes three hundred fifty
four cents! "
($3.54 Usd)
"What's that punctured pantry about?
To me it just said you flapped your
wig, (like that mad president does when
ever the breeze kicks up). Again the non
sense of it all makes one question your
sanity". ...
pantry
and watch the fckn fur
fly.
"That's nonsense!" you exclaim'
"Ha! You call me nonsense, I'm worth
three dollahs and fifty-four cents. And that,
I believe, comes three hundred fifty
four cents! "
($3.54 Usd)
"What's that punctured pantry about?
To me it just said you flapped your
wig, (like that mad president does when
ever the breeze kicks up). Again the non
sense of it all makes one question your
sanity". ...
#conflict
#lies
#betrayal
#confusion
#deception
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ohmy_engrish
^-^
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Poem Published
4th Jan 2021 6:43pm
4th Jan 2021 6:43pm
If You Do
intro]
‘So it’s me again?’ Huh.
Why you gotta be like this?
Forget it.
[verse 1]
What you want, it’s good,
What I want, won’t do.
And when we do the same damn thing,
You’ll always have it your way.
What’s the point of fighting?
What’s the point of wounding me?
Suddenly…
[verse 2]
Were you comfortable, when I touched you so?
Ran farther than any distance no one would go.
Did I do enough, or ran out your luck,
To swear your revenge, behind me so? ~Uh
Was it too much to love you with all...
‘So it’s me again?’ Huh.
Why you gotta be like this?
Forget it.
[verse 1]
What you want, it’s good,
What I want, won’t do.
And when we do the same damn thing,
You’ll always have it your way.
What’s the point of fighting?
What’s the point of wounding me?
Suddenly…
[verse 2]
Were you comfortable, when I touched you so?
Ran farther than any distance no one would go.
Did I do enough, or ran out your luck,
To swear your revenge, behind me so? ~Uh
Was it too much to love you with all...
#love
#relationships
#heartbroken #conflict
#heartbroken #conflict
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thinlane
Poem Published
4th Jan 2021 10:31am
4th Jan 2021 10:31am
They All Fall Down
I guess it's not enough that there are people dying all over the world
Now I get to watch my family fall apart
And make threats to each other
As though there is some replacement for the ones that we're supposed to be loving.
I'm sick at heart
And sick in body
And I find myself wishing that I could just die
To avoid anymore heartache
It's like living in hell
Within and without
Watch them all fall down
And see who's left when it's all over
Madness rules
And my own madness is making a pretty good case for itself
My body is...
Now I get to watch my family fall apart
And make threats to each other
As though there is some replacement for the ones that we're supposed to be loving.
I'm sick at heart
And sick in body
And I find myself wishing that I could just die
To avoid anymore heartache
It's like living in hell
Within and without
Watch them all fall down
And see who's left when it's all over
Madness rules
And my own madness is making a pretty good case for itself
My body is...
#anger
#conflict
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slipalong
Poem Published
3rd Jan 2021 10:45pm
3rd Jan 2021 10:45pm
Bitten
Too young to question, my society
as we heard the bombers drone
huddled cold and cramped, listened for the distant thud
hot ash melting holes, in the soft white snow
as brave, as brave could be, sitting on my mothers knee
And I still feel the pangs of hunger
like a gulls harsh call
its urgency, for that alarm cannot be stalled
borne the cross that gnaws, and dreamed
of the Golden Arches
The potholed road in Sarajevo's hell
at the end of snipers alley
I dreamed. as dusty masonry fell...
as we heard the bombers drone
huddled cold and cramped, listened for the distant thud
hot ash melting holes, in the soft white snow
as brave, as brave could be, sitting on my mothers knee
And I still feel the pangs of hunger
like a gulls harsh call
its urgency, for that alarm cannot be stalled
borne the cross that gnaws, and dreamed
of the Golden Arches
The potholed road in Sarajevo's hell
at the end of snipers alley
I dreamed. as dusty masonry fell...
#conflict
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