Poems About Conflict Seeking Friendly Advice
#conflict
Poems about conflict seeking friendly advice. Friendly advice and comments have been requested for these poems.
flowergirl
Poem Published
30th Jun 2020 3:26am
30th Jun 2020 3:26am
Cruelty For Luv & Kindness
who are we supposed to be
if not ourselves in this cruel world
do we mock God when we force to change
from who He created cause you see faults
mirror of my soul see so much ugliness
definitely no perfectness lives in this skin
yes I’ve made mistakes all by my own choices
yet God still luvs me by His grace
some I’ll never forgive myself for making
cause I gave up part of me so another
could use my flesh for nothing more but sin
mistreated luv with disrespect for his own gain
thru feeling others pain and my own ...
if not ourselves in this cruel world
do we mock God when we force to change
from who He created cause you see faults
mirror of my soul see so much ugliness
definitely no perfectness lives in this skin
yes I’ve made mistakes all by my own choices
yet God still luvs me by His grace
some I’ll never forgive myself for making
cause I gave up part of me so another
could use my flesh for nothing more but sin
mistreated luv with disrespect for his own gain
thru feeling others pain and my own ...
#conflict
#manipulation
#deception
59 reads
7 Comments
Calligraphee
Poem Published
23rd Jun 2020 4:43pm
23rd Jun 2020 4:43pm
Baseline
I stayed up all night listening to how your free trial on love expired, spiritually and emotionally drained I heard the words come from your lips exhausted saying you were tired.
Labeled yourself as damaged goods, packed up feelings and boxed emotions allowing people to toss you around disregarding your fragile heart, pride creating lost translations, tears fall from your brown cheeks after every conversation and you still think about her.
Wrapped inside of her stagnant frequency while you submissively open yourself to exchange energy, falling for her poison unaware...
Labeled yourself as damaged goods, packed up feelings and boxed emotions allowing people to toss you around disregarding your fragile heart, pride creating lost translations, tears fall from your brown cheeks after every conversation and you still think about her.
Wrapped inside of her stagnant frequency while you submissively open yourself to exchange energy, falling for her poison unaware...
#anxiety
#love
#heartbroken
#breakup
#conflict
49 reads
2 Comments
veganpoet
Poem Published
17th Jun 2020 3:19am
17th Jun 2020 3:19am
matando a los animales eventualmente te matarás a ti mismo, pequeño
1.
I am broken
into conflicting pieces
a car trunk
full of narcotics
pushed over a cliff
time slows to a crawl,
and everything is wrong
explosions,
raging bonfire
the serotonin fires seem
so far below
yet the viciousness
of molecular motion
fuses the organic
with the mechanical
and
I am
no longer human
pouring
out of the wreckage,
an uncaring amalgamation
ripe with disturbing equanimity
...
I am broken
into conflicting pieces
a car trunk
full of narcotics
pushed over a cliff
time slows to a crawl,
and everything is wrong
explosions,
raging bonfire
the serotonin fires seem
so far below
yet the viciousness
of molecular motion
fuses the organic
with the mechanical
and
I am
no longer human
pouring
out of the wreckage,
an uncaring amalgamation
ripe with disturbing equanimity
...
#anxiety
#breakup
#conflict
#identity
#LifeStruggles
43 reads
4 Comments
veganpoet
Poem Published
10th Jun 2020 5:47pm
10th Jun 2020 5:47pm
Cryptic Insects, Occupying The Spaces That Used To Be Human
I accidentally filled her mind
with serenading cicadas
that erupted on El Dia De Los Muertos,
a piñata swarm of insects,
their nightmarish candy forms
eating away all the love in the universe,
splitting me into two broken halves,
heart snapping like the thunderous crack
of the lumberjack’s axe.
(Echoes, echoes reverberate
through a forest we used to call home,
where her eyes would blink like fireflies in the night,
where the alluring tug of her voice
would spin silky illusions of kaleidoscopic renewal.)
...
with serenading cicadas
that erupted on El Dia De Los Muertos,
a piñata swarm of insects,
their nightmarish candy forms
eating away all the love in the universe,
splitting me into two broken halves,
heart snapping like the thunderous crack
of the lumberjack’s axe.
(Echoes, echoes reverberate
through a forest we used to call home,
where her eyes would blink like fireflies in the night,
where the alluring tug of her voice
would spin silky illusions of kaleidoscopic renewal.)
...
#love
#heartbroken
#conflict
#death
#hurt
34 reads
1 Comment
O_Blue
CiRcLeS...
CiRcLeS...
Poem Published
4th Jun 2020 4:25am
4th Jun 2020 4:25am
Broken Family Matters...
They seemed the type to swear a love that lasts
but as time flew by it made things worse.
Smiles are a thing left in the past.
It couldn't calm how they'd always fight.
With screams and shouts coming from a happy home.
The streaming tears of a child upstairs.
Facing the choice to take a side.
No longer an angel with both wings.
What am I supposed to do during these times.
Through her tears it became so clear.
The dear she'd known is no longer there.
A future is now left in uncertainty.
Carefully deciding...
but as time flew by it made things worse.
Smiles are a thing left in the past.
It couldn't calm how they'd always fight.
With screams and shouts coming from a happy home.
The streaming tears of a child upstairs.
Facing the choice to take a side.
No longer an angel with both wings.
What am I supposed to do during these times.
Through her tears it became so clear.
The dear she'd known is no longer there.
A future is now left in uncertainty.
Carefully deciding...
#relationships
#conflict
39 reads
2 Comments
HopefulSwag
Poem Published
28th May 2020 9:16pm
28th May 2020 9:16pm
The Lost Solace
He adourns his face with a veil of confidence, collectedness and content.
Everyone who knows him praises his successes and a will that is unbent.
The tattered shroud of pride upon his shoulders, threadbare with years of hidden anguish, jaded.
Outwardly it’s suit made of the finest fabrics but like the empororer he feels naked
like a lottery ticket, you purchase, scratch the surface and what you unearth is …failure
Like an Amazonian king he has it all, but to what cost
His heart is like a...
Everyone who knows him praises his successes and a will that is unbent.
The tattered shroud of pride upon his shoulders, threadbare with years of hidden anguish, jaded.
Outwardly it’s suit made of the finest fabrics but like the empororer he feels naked
like a lottery ticket, you purchase, scratch the surface and what you unearth is …failure
Like an Amazonian king he has it all, but to what cost
His heart is like a...
#love
#regret
#relationships
#conflict
#acceptance
100 reads
6 Comments
KristinaX
Poem Published
22nd May 2020 4:32pm
22nd May 2020 4:32pm
Only cold and nothing good
I walk into the living room half asleep and
The alarm clock sounds at seven, but I'm still yawning
Only cold in the fridge and nothing good
I'm in no hurry finally
A basket full of things to do is waiting for me
Ironing waits, time for morning lovemaking again
I call food delivery, what more could you want
I'm not going to do anything today,
or put up any demands and pressure
And tomorrow, what should I do then?
Since my free time is for you to decide
I read what's new in the world today
One hundred messages...
The alarm clock sounds at seven, but I'm still yawning
Only cold in the fridge and nothing good
I'm in no hurry finally
A basket full of things to do is waiting for me
Ironing waits, time for morning lovemaking again
I call food delivery, what more could you want
I'm not going to do anything today,
or put up any demands and pressure
And tomorrow, what should I do then?
Since my free time is for you to decide
I read what's new in the world today
One hundred messages...
#love
#depression
#conflict
65 reads
6 Comments
KristinaX
Poem Published
21st May 2020 00:00am
21st May 2020 00:00am
Nirvana or Prison
It is another day and we are fighting again,
for what?
What if the syllabus is love in the last days
How can I drop the stress and start living again
I try to climb to the top and salvage feelings
Fly in my thoughts like a bird, you know how I love
Be a captain on my flight
Take a breath and look at the sky and the mountains
What motivates you can only be found in yourself
The clouds and sun are overhead
Let's find Nirvana and throw all this conflict into the lake
I do not want to live like in a prison camp
Remember all...
for what?
What if the syllabus is love in the last days
How can I drop the stress and start living again
I try to climb to the top and salvage feelings
Fly in my thoughts like a bird, you know how I love
Be a captain on my flight
Take a breath and look at the sky and the mountains
What motivates you can only be found in yourself
The clouds and sun are overhead
Let's find Nirvana and throw all this conflict into the lake
I do not want to live like in a prison camp
Remember all...
#love
#boyfriend
#relationships #conflict
#relationships #conflict
71 reads
9 Comments
glfinding
Poem Published
19th May 2020 1:47am
19th May 2020 1:47am
Titallating Times For Smiling Sadists
Keep your teeth cut,
And shut to the world,
Mustn't give up,
Our smile's secret,
Seeping with juices,
A gruesome biometric,
Given them Hell,
Stating their hello,
It will take time,
To show them all,
The lay of the land,
In our grand calamity,
Retreated into ourselves,
Casting our sieges,
Reaping in repeating,
Where worlds freaks out,
If I have to pretend,
Even just once more,
That I am here to pretend,
We're all friends in this together,
I might spontaneously...
And shut to the world,
Mustn't give up,
Our smile's secret,
Seeping with juices,
A gruesome biometric,
Given them Hell,
Stating their hello,
It will take time,
To show them all,
The lay of the land,
In our grand calamity,
Retreated into ourselves,
Casting our sieges,
Reaping in repeating,
Where worlds freaks out,
If I have to pretend,
Even just once more,
That I am here to pretend,
We're all friends in this together,
I might spontaneously...
#dark
#conflict
64 reads
4 Comments
_Ani_
Poem Published
18th May 2020 4:30am
18th May 2020 4:30am
That's poetry
The way I bleed
it's fucking poetry
that's what you want to see
everything dirty and broken in me
all those scenes that capture the eye
all that shit that fucks the mind
that's poetry
it's like a sick disease
rape me
break me
drop me to my knees
everything salty and raw
this is what you need
and I shouldn't care
what anyone says
sticks and stones
they're all in my head
when I cut it open
and everything's been bled
that's poetry
that's poetry they said
~
#conflict
#confessional
#WritingPoetry
#hurt
#SelfWorth
97 reads
15 Comments
KristinaX
Poem Published
16th May 2020 2:52pm
16th May 2020 2:52pm
Half a person
We are tightly intertwined and I do not recognize
myself anymore without you
You fill a big hole in my heart and you make me happy
Still I am scared to love you so much and that without
you I will die
If we are a whole then I am only half of a person
I dedicate myself but I am dependent and it scares me
Bonnie and Clyde or Sid and Nancy,
will there be a tragic end for me
in this relationship
After each night of intense passion
The world seems so much clearer the next morning
I am beautiful with you and you make me smile ...
myself anymore without you
You fill a big hole in my heart and you make me happy
Still I am scared to love you so much and that without
you I will die
If we are a whole then I am only half of a person
I dedicate myself but I am dependent and it scares me
Bonnie and Clyde or Sid and Nancy,
will there be a tragic end for me
in this relationship
After each night of intense passion
The world seems so much clearer the next morning
I am beautiful with you and you make me smile ...
#love
#boyfriend
#relationships #conflict
#relationships #conflict
129 reads
20 Comments
_Ani_
Poem Published
5th May 2020 6:17am
5th May 2020 6:17am
A name that still exists
I could have stuck a pin in it
popped it like a balloon on a string
holding on to everything within
but it seemed more appropriate to just let it go
To float away, slowly deflate
and maybe be found again someday
after the songs on the record player have changed
and ghosts no longer dance the night away
Maybe your brain slows down when you age
maybe it gives you time to think
to finally catch up with thoughts
that kept running away
I could wipe the mirror clean and dress up my face
but I'm still the...
#conflict
107 reads
9 Comments
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