Poems About Conflict Seeking Honest Critique
#conflict
Poems about conflict seeking honest critique. Honest feedback has been requested for these poems.
summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
14th Jan 2025 6:39am
14th Jan 2025 6:39am
~convoluted dark depths:: the swallowing gallows
rusted nibs
of this bloodied
pen.. breaks in that
decisive split second..
(a
ray of hope dawns
from it’s parted away
abrupt clucking splits
.. as an umbilical
home connect..
yet gotten cut off
for that lighted
chapter .. if not an
illumine.. )
..s e n t e n c e d
.
are only those
the so - system’s
scapegoats.. those
from their pleading
eyes of innocence..
breaks free..
from
the mindlessly
let loose volatility ...
of this bloodied
pen.. breaks in that
decisive split second..
(a
ray of hope dawns
from it’s parted away
abrupt clucking splits
.. as an umbilical
home connect..
yet gotten cut off
for that lighted
chapter .. if not an
illumine.. )
..s e n t e n c e d
.
are only those
the so - system’s
scapegoats.. those
from their pleading
eyes of innocence..
breaks free..
from
the mindlessly
let loose volatility ...
#conflict
#corruption
#death
#prison
#rebellion
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5 Comments
ThePalestRider
Poem Published
10th Jan 2025 1:45am
10th Jan 2025 1:45am
A Fallowless Field
What cursed plain, where blood doth ever flow
And war’s unending wrath shall never cease?
A field where neither time nor mercy show
But reeks with death and mocks the hope of peace
Beneath the sky, now ever bruised and torn
The soil drinks deep the ichor of the slain
Each blade of grass a dagger, sharply worn
Each breath of wind a soldier’s dying pain
The sun doth hide its face in shamed retreat
As clouds of ash and smoke obscure the day
The earth, a grave where foes and comrades meet
In crimson tides their flesh shall...
And war’s unending wrath shall never cease?
A field where neither time nor mercy show
But reeks with death and mocks the hope of peace
Beneath the sky, now ever bruised and torn
The soil drinks deep the ichor of the slain
Each blade of grass a dagger, sharply worn
Each breath of wind a soldier’s dying pain
The sun doth hide its face in shamed retreat
As clouds of ash and smoke obscure the day
The earth, a grave where foes and comrades meet
In crimson tides their flesh shall...
#conflict
#dark
#death
#soldiers
#war
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oldmanG
Poem Published
9th Jan 2025 4:06am
9th Jan 2025 4:06am
The End Game
The End Game
The overall effect is what
Truly is the end game
Squeezing it out of the tube
You can’t put it back again
Not tryin to be on one side
But the others are extreme
The genie’s out the bottle
Can’t put him back again
And the hate grows breathing
And seething
Gotta to be on one side
The one that’s humane
He grows with hate…
And I’m seething
How can we treat another person
As less than they should be
All of us in the world
Are...
The overall effect is what
Truly is the end game
Squeezing it out of the tube
You can’t put it back again
Not tryin to be on one side
But the others are extreme
The genie’s out the bottle
Can’t put him back again
And the hate grows breathing
And seething
Gotta to be on one side
The one that’s humane
He grows with hate…
And I’m seething
How can we treat another person
As less than they should be
All of us in the world
Are...
#conflict
#deception
#lies #manipulation
#lies #manipulation
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ThePalestRider
Poem Published
8th Jan 2025 7:34am
8th Jan 2025 7:34am
A Gift of Dust
Winds howl at dusk, a mournful cry
Main drag barren but the dust
The stench of fear thickens the sky
Anticipation feeds on dread and lust
The ragged things crawl from the shade
Starving for the blood to spill
For their feast, a pact was made
Death obeys their haunting will
They leer at two who bear the mark
Knowing fate must break the chain
One shall crumble into the dark
The other bound to live in pain
The duel begins, grim law decrees
Terror flickers in grim stance
Two may...
Main drag barren but the dust
The stench of fear thickens the sky
Anticipation feeds on dread and lust
The ragged things crawl from the shade
Starving for the blood to spill
For their feast, a pact was made
Death obeys their haunting will
They leer at two who bear the mark
Knowing fate must break the chain
One shall crumble into the dark
The other bound to live in pain
The duel begins, grim law decrees
Terror flickers in grim stance
Two may...
#conflict
#death
#evil
#fear
#murder
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buddhakitty
Poem Published
8th Jan 2025 3:29am
8th Jan 2025 3:29am
let's see who gets it
ours was less a
relationship
and more the battle
of Hastings
and unlike the
Kentucky derby
there was no
runner up
there was only live
to fight another day
...and another
day
...and another
day
...and another
day
I wanted to love
you so badly
...and I did
relationship
and more the battle
of Hastings
and unlike the
Kentucky derby
there was no
runner up
there was only live
to fight another day
...and another
day
...and another
day
...and another
day
I wanted to love
you so badly
...and I did
#conflict
#regret
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8 Comments
summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
5th Jan 2025 7:36pm
5th Jan 2025 7:36pm
~back off the mindless mindkill... a roadkill is better off? not so either
#conflict
#identity
#love
#lust
#spiritual
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2 Comments
ThePalestRider
Poem Published
3rd Jan 2025 7:35pm
3rd Jan 2025 7:35pm
Bloody Spires
The shadowed spires that pierce the gloom
Midnight’s veil doth shroud the trembling earth
Lords of blood with vengeance sealed in doom
Engage in rites that scorn their noble birth
Their rapiers glint with cruel and fleeting light
Each thrust a dirge, each parry fate’s cruel jest
The winds do howl the heavens mourn their plight
As blades find flesh and rage consumes the breast
“Have at thee, cur!” the elder cries in wrath
His voice a thunder on the still, cold air
“For honor’s stain, thou shalt not leave this path
Thy life...
Midnight’s veil doth shroud the trembling earth
Lords of blood with vengeance sealed in doom
Engage in rites that scorn their noble birth
Their rapiers glint with cruel and fleeting light
Each thrust a dirge, each parry fate’s cruel jest
The winds do howl the heavens mourn their plight
As blades find flesh and rage consumes the breast
“Have at thee, cur!” the elder cries in wrath
His voice a thunder on the still, cold air
“For honor’s stain, thou shalt not leave this path
Thy life...
#conflict
#dark
#death
#gothic
#revenge
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I_was_rare_once
RareFaction
RareFaction
Poem Published
31st Dec 2024 5:37am
31st Dec 2024 5:37am
Willow
Why not just sit and watch the willows.
Their branches weep in frozen havens below.
I aught to live like lost ones bringing the sorrows low.
Their trenches are deepened woes of satan.
The demons and specters and ghosts;
Lost souls who are broken while finding
Their pain is also their loss.
Who knows, why not just sit and watch them go?
Why not just sit and don't stop to block the blows?
The sky and the scene has lost all its gleam, leaves in the air still twirl as with care but no eyes can see them drop.
I have a few burnt...
Their branches weep in frozen havens below.
I aught to live like lost ones bringing the sorrows low.
Their trenches are deepened woes of satan.
The demons and specters and ghosts;
Lost souls who are broken while finding
Their pain is also their loss.
Who knows, why not just sit and watch them go?
Why not just sit and don't stop to block the blows?
The sky and the scene has lost all its gleam, leaves in the air still twirl as with care but no eyes can see them drop.
I have a few burnt...
#abuse
#conflict
#revenge
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asbr808
Anthony R
Anthony R
Poem Published
20th Dec 2024 11:51pm
20th Dec 2024 11:51pm
After+Math
A skeleton strewn on the curb
Bone fragments hair and fur
A relic of a Saint embedded
An olive branch and dove rescinded
Glassy eyes glazed over and still
A cup not half full nor filled
Shimmering dust in the long long dark
A distance closed in a quiet park
I spend my time but earn not enough
I prefer to be gentle I'm sorry for being rough
Bone fragments hair and fur
A relic of a Saint embedded
An olive branch and dove rescinded
Glassy eyes glazed over and still
A cup not half full nor filled
Shimmering dust in the long long dark
A distance closed in a quiet park
I spend my time but earn not enough
I prefer to be gentle I'm sorry for being rough
#conflict
#lover
#mystery
86 reads
1 Comment
sgtvasquezg
G. Vasquez
G. Vasquez
Poem Published
20th Dec 2024 6:51am
20th Dec 2024 6:51am
Backwoods Love
Loving you was harder then it seemed.
Up at night, due to broken dreams.
Puppet Master, you loved pulling strings.
When all you had to do was just believe.
We had a future, I handed you the keys.
Country living, just like you asked to be.
I was your king, and you were my queen.
But that Wile E Coyote, would always get in between.
On my knees, begging for you to see.
But you and God had other plans unfortunately.
Up at night, due to broken dreams.
Puppet Master, you loved pulling strings.
When all you had to do was just believe.
We had a future, I handed you the keys.
Country living, just like you asked to be.
I was your king, and you were my queen.
But that Wile E Coyote, would always get in between.
On my knees, begging for you to see.
But you and God had other plans unfortunately.
#breakup
#conflict
#heartbroken
#love
#relationships
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Intepta
Poem Published
11th Dec 2024 7:12pm
11th Dec 2024 7:12pm
what do you do when everything is grey
For today I've cried enough
And for tomorrow there's some cheese in the fridge
The tarot card I've drawn
Tells me to accept my situation and stop resisting
Only then I would see the solution
It was the hanged
The doctor I've fallen in love with is playing banjo
There's twelve other people around him playing the fiddle, bass, guitar and some more banjo
I'm holding onto my beer and two or three months ago he introduced himself with "Shaun, like the sheep"
and that's exactly how their music sounds like
I wish I felt the way...
And for tomorrow there's some cheese in the fridge
The tarot card I've drawn
Tells me to accept my situation and stop resisting
Only then I would see the solution
It was the hanged
The doctor I've fallen in love with is playing banjo
There's twelve other people around him playing the fiddle, bass, guitar and some more banjo
I'm holding onto my beer and two or three months ago he introduced himself with "Shaun, like the sheep"
and that's exactly how their music sounds like
I wish I felt the way...
#breakup
#conflict
#ForbiddenLove
131 reads
1 Comment
oldmanG
Poem Published
6th Dec 2024 2:18am
6th Dec 2024 2:18am
Poison Blood
Says they’re poisoning our blood
While he poisons American me and our history
Selling lies and gold sneakers
Says you’re not one of US
When he came from land of immigrants
Father Fred born of a German barber
Land of the free what does that mean to me
They turn around and tell you when and what
You can do with your female body
Talk about freedom but all they do is close you in
If you think forward not in the past
You’re too woke you communist
Wallowing...
While he poisons American me and our history
Selling lies and gold sneakers
Says you’re not one of US
When he came from land of immigrants
Father Fred born of a German barber
Land of the free what does that mean to me
They turn around and tell you when and what
You can do with your female body
Talk about freedom but all they do is close you in
If you think forward not in the past
You’re too woke you communist
Wallowing...
#anger
#apathy
#betrayal
#conflict
#deception
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