Poems About Conflict Seeking Friendly Advice
#conflict
Poems about conflict seeking friendly advice. Friendly advice and comments have been requested for these poems.
Lozzamus
Poem Published
14th Jan 2025 2:18pm
14th Jan 2025 2:18pm
Secrets - The Pub Evening
When he goes to the bar, I ring Mel. Her line's busy.
'Hey,' Gordon says when he comes back with the drinks. 'Get this down you.'
The din in the next room gets louder. Music blares from the jukebox. A group of girls in their early or mid-twenties stream into the room where we are sitting, with bottles of wine. They call out hello, then make their way back out to the main area of the pub, giggling among themselves. One of the girls turns round and blows a kiss at Gordon.
Gordon starts to say something, but I'm no longer listening, just...
'Hey,' Gordon says when he comes back with the drinks. 'Get this down you.'
The din in the next room gets louder. Music blares from the jukebox. A group of girls in their early or mid-twenties stream into the room where we are sitting, with bottles of wine. They call out hello, then make their way back out to the main area of the pub, giggling among themselves. One of the girls turns round and blows a kiss at Gordon.
Gordon starts to say something, but I'm no longer listening, just...
#conflict
#friendship
#memories
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Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
12th Jan 2025 3:08am
12th Jan 2025 3:08am
some days I get so sad I can't function
You tell me to get outside
and make myself feel better
I respond by slamming a door
in your face
I can hear laughter
through the cracked open window
and I wish I could touch it
like it's something tangible
I can inhale
but it's not
and so I listen to it drift away
on the breeze
unlike this mood I can't shake
from my leaden bones
I want to tell you I'm trying
that I'm fighting for better than this
but it's not a war you can see with your eyes
and there's no blood splatter
of...
and make myself feel better
I respond by slamming a door
in your face
I can hear laughter
through the cracked open window
and I wish I could touch it
like it's something tangible
I can inhale
but it's not
and so I listen to it drift away
on the breeze
unlike this mood I can't shake
from my leaden bones
I want to tell you I'm trying
that I'm fighting for better than this
but it's not a war you can see with your eyes
and there's no blood splatter
of...
#conflict
#depression
#MentalHealth
#myself
#relationships
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Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
12th Jan 2025 2:36am
12th Jan 2025 2:36am
emotional claustrophobia
Take our problems
and condense them
until we're falling over each other
so hard
I want to punch you
in the face
Some days your love
is like building a shelter
out of wet paper bags
in the middle of a hurricane
it doesn't do much
and it hurts me more
than it helps
You yell into the abyss
of my solitude
and I can't hear what you're saying
for all the echoes bouncing
off my dysfunctions
maybe there's something
in there worth listening to
I wouldn't know
because I...
and condense them
until we're falling over each other
so hard
I want to punch you
in the face
Some days your love
is like building a shelter
out of wet paper bags
in the middle of a hurricane
it doesn't do much
and it hurts me more
than it helps
You yell into the abyss
of my solitude
and I can't hear what you're saying
for all the echoes bouncing
off my dysfunctions
maybe there's something
in there worth listening to
I wouldn't know
because I...
#conflict
#MentalHealth
#relationships
61 reads
4 Comments
Lozzamus
Poem Published
8th Jan 2025 1:36pm
8th Jan 2025 1:36pm
Secrets - The Pub Evening (1)
After supper, I make the journey to Gordon's, reaching Burrington at around eight thirty. I park by an apartment block opposite the town's main car park, near the river. Gordon lives in a first floor studio flat, he told me yesterday on the phone. I press the buzzer.
'Hey, Al,' he says, grinning back at me when he appears in the ground floor lobby, more padded out than the last time we met. His hair's shorter and the blue t-shirt he has on shows off loads of muscle, more than before. His eyes are smiling too. I get the feeling he's dying to throw a punch at me just...
'Hey, Al,' he says, grinning back at me when he appears in the ground floor lobby, more padded out than the last time we met. His hair's shorter and the blue t-shirt he has on shows off loads of muscle, more than before. His eyes are smiling too. I get the feeling he's dying to throw a punch at me just...
#conflict
#friendship
#memories
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2 Comments
goodwolf1966
jimmy
jimmy
Poem Published
10th Dec 2024 3:30am
10th Dec 2024 3:30am
her favorite weapon
she chose
her
favorite
weapon
to use
against me,
her silence,
something
that is
effective,
and
as i heard
nothing,
i gave in
again.
her
favorite
weapon
to use
against me,
her silence,
something
that is
effective,
and
as i heard
nothing,
i gave in
again.
#conflict
#deception
#disappointment #sadness
#disappointment #sadness
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2 Comments
Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
5th Dec 2024 00:29am
5th Dec 2024 00:29am
it's not my fault you're flammable
He says he loves me
like I'm awe inspiring
and some days the way
he looks at me
makes me want to punch myself
because I don't know how to accept
that level of adoration
and I'm sure I don't deserve it
I'm the instigator of all fights
I have a fire inside me that
once it's done burning me
it will light up anyone
unlucky enough to stand too close
maybe that's what it means
to be unlucky in love
not to be without love
but to love something that burns
Some days I wonder
if I...
like I'm awe inspiring
and some days the way
he looks at me
makes me want to punch myself
because I don't know how to accept
that level of adoration
and I'm sure I don't deserve it
I'm the instigator of all fights
I have a fire inside me that
once it's done burning me
it will light up anyone
unlucky enough to stand too close
maybe that's what it means
to be unlucky in love
not to be without love
but to love something that burns
Some days I wonder
if I...
#confessional
#conflict
#love #lover
#love #lover
118 reads
2 Comments
cinnamongirl031
Poem Published
30th Nov 2024 1:10am
30th Nov 2024 1:10am
The Gravity of Doubt
What thought for life
torments me enough
to keep from flinging
this dismal soul—
gift-wrapped in flesh—
from these towered heights?
The days were swift
and gone.
Fear grips
this would-be stone,
preventing the fall
that the will now fights.
“Blessed is the Lord,”
my heart defends,
what my mind has opposed,
hammering this hesitant,
restless soul with
heavy,
leaden
blows.
torments me enough
to keep from flinging
this dismal soul—
gift-wrapped in flesh—
from these towered heights?
The days were swift
and gone.
Fear grips
this would-be stone,
preventing the fall
that the will now fights.
“Blessed is the Lord,”
my heart defends,
what my mind has opposed,
hammering this hesitant,
restless soul with
heavy,
leaden
blows.
#conflict
#depression
#fear
#spiritual
#suicide
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Forcubanlinx
Poem Published
12th Nov 2024 6:10pm
12th Nov 2024 6:10pm
Fading into Silence
All throughout my skin,
can't scrub off the dirt.
My eyes grow weary;
don’t know if I’m still living.
My soul feels obsolete,
and others can’t perceive
if I’m still breathing.
The sun doesn't warm anymore.
Lies don’t feel the same, not like before.
Nothing is tangible, nothing to grasp,
no control, not past me, not past you.
The construct—a fiber entwined, bound with my existence.
If only it vanished and with it took
the weariness from my heart.
A far cry from my tenet,
living by absolutes, and death is a viable one.
can't scrub off the dirt.
My eyes grow weary;
don’t know if I’m still living.
My soul feels obsolete,
and others can’t perceive
if I’m still breathing.
The sun doesn't warm anymore.
Lies don’t feel the same, not like before.
Nothing is tangible, nothing to grasp,
no control, not past me, not past you.
The construct—a fiber entwined, bound with my existence.
If only it vanished and with it took
the weariness from my heart.
A far cry from my tenet,
living by absolutes, and death is a viable one.
#emptiness
#loneliness
#sadness
#suffering
#conflict
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1 Comment
Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
11th Nov 2024 3:37am
11th Nov 2024 3:37am
decision fatigue
Decision fatigue:
it feels like a permanent brain freeze after trying
to inhale too much icecream. Decision making literally hurts, particularly anything open ended.
Small decisions are exhausting but doable.
Hard decisions are panic attack inducing.
The small every day things that everyone else
does feel like looking up at Mt Everest.
Add in depression and anxiety and you've got a
recipe for chaos.
I swore at you in the hardware store
after you tried to bully me into making
a decision I didn't need to...
it feels like a permanent brain freeze after trying
to inhale too much icecream. Decision making literally hurts, particularly anything open ended.
Small decisions are exhausting but doable.
Hard decisions are panic attack inducing.
The small every day things that everyone else
does feel like looking up at Mt Everest.
Add in depression and anxiety and you've got a
recipe for chaos.
I swore at you in the hardware store
after you tried to bully me into making
a decision I didn't need to...
#anger
#conflict
#depression #relationships
#depression #relationships
159 reads
2 Comments
goodwolf1966
jimmy
jimmy
Poem Published
10th Nov 2024 6:29am
10th Nov 2024 6:29am
when does she sleep
when does
she sleep,
when does
she love,
somewhere
between
now and
eternity,
my desires
mean
nothing
to her,
but my
feelings
still cling
to her.
she sleep,
when does
she love,
somewhere
between
now and
eternity,
my desires
mean
nothing
to her,
but my
feelings
still cling
to her.
#breakup
#conflict
#disappointment
#heartbroken
#sadness
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2 Comments
Lozzamus
Poem Published
8th Nov 2024 10:24am
8th Nov 2024 10:24am
Secrets - Meeting With Gordon
I recognise him straightaway. Gordon Day, even though he looks nothing like the Gordon Day you and I knew once. Back then, Gordon was a small boy, ruddy faced, with a mop of reddish-brown hair – lovable, in a way, but impish, I suppose. The guy in the gym looks like a tough nut capable of taking someone round the side and laying into them. He's wearing a blue gym vest with the gym logo on, the sort of vest that shows off serious muscle, and his cropped hair and the grin make him appear more youthful than a person in their mid-thirties.
He stops talking to the henna hair...
He stops talking to the henna hair...
#childhood
#conflict
#friendship
#memories
#mystery
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Forcubanlinx
Poem Published
31st Oct 2024 4:44pm
31st Oct 2024 4:44pm
Here I Go Again
How can I even laugh
When everything seems gray.
Why do you expect me to smile
When my world won't sway.
The coldness in my body
bears the burden of perpetual suffering.
Everything is strange.
A great peril, a calamity, such a fray
That my affection withers away
Though as is my virtue impartial,
Every secret is etched beneath my skin.
And there's an emptiness inside me;
That tore away the innocence and left only sins.
Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide
In the obscure, I must dolefully abide.
When everything seems gray.
Why do you expect me to smile
When my world won't sway.
The coldness in my body
bears the burden of perpetual suffering.
Everything is strange.
A great peril, a calamity, such a fray
That my affection withers away
Though as is my virtue impartial,
Every secret is etched beneath my skin.
And there's an emptiness inside me;
That tore away the innocence and left only sins.
Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide
In the obscure, I must dolefully abide.
#conflict
#emptiness
#loneliness #sadness
#loneliness #sadness
185 reads
3 Comments
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