Long Poems About Conflict
#conflict
Long poems about conflict. 300 words or more, most recently published poems first.
KristinaX
Poem Published
28th Jan 2025 11:00pm
28th Jan 2025 11:00pm
Drink me, kill me... (with Reading)
Especially cruel in the mouth.
You don't need to have mercy on me.
Sophisticated brain games
Make me forget my complaints
Cut my skin with a razor.
Like a hundred times before.
My soul is polluted
by a sadistic fantasy.
I have long been discouraged
by false emotions.
Broke all my dreams
Men's hands are sweaty.
Why do I need these...
sadists and animals! ...
You don't need to have mercy on me.
Sophisticated brain games
Make me forget my complaints
Cut my skin with a razor.
Like a hundred times before.
My soul is polluted
by a sadistic fantasy.
I have long been discouraged
by false emotions.
Broke all my dreams
Men's hands are sweaty.
Why do I need these...
sadists and animals! ...
#abuse
#BDSM
#conflict
#dark
#lust
148 reads
25 Comments
Renee
Poem Published
24th Jan 2025 5:37pm
24th Jan 2025 5:37pm
Broken
I was more innocent than I ever knew,
Dreaming of picket fences, a life steady and true.
You were supposed to be my anchor, my safe place,
But the tides of life have washed away that space.
Growing up in chaos, I fought just to survive,
Learning to love, yet always deceived.
You seemed so stable, with your family intact;
I longed to be like that, but you turned your back.
Your loud rants, dreadful words, and hurtful hands
Ripped apart the glue that barely held my strands.
I didn’t know how to love, completely broken,...
Dreaming of picket fences, a life steady and true.
You were supposed to be my anchor, my safe place,
But the tides of life have washed away that space.
Growing up in chaos, I fought just to survive,
Learning to love, yet always deceived.
You seemed so stable, with your family intact;
I longed to be like that, but you turned your back.
Your loud rants, dreadful words, and hurtful hands
Ripped apart the glue that barely held my strands.
I didn’t know how to love, completely broken,...
#breakup
#conflict
#deception
#disappointment
#MovingOn
64 reads
1 Comment
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
41 reads
0 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
68 reads
2 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
86 reads
2 Comments
Her
Poem Published
2nd Jan 2025 8:44am
2nd Jan 2025 8:44am
I’m Not Alright
Mmm, mmm
We go round and round
Always making too much about
The things we know too much about
I want things the way they used to be
When it was just you and me
And life wasn’t so crazy
I’m tired
Just talk to me
I can’t believe
You stood there like that
Looking at me like that
Like I should know
What you meant
I’m not alright
I don’t want to fight
With you
Mmm, mmm, hmm
Mmm, mmm, mmm
Why do we keep doing this?
We...
We go round and round
Always making too much about
The things we know too much about
I want things the way they used to be
When it was just you and me
And life wasn’t so crazy
I’m tired
Just talk to me
I can’t believe
You stood there like that
Looking at me like that
Like I should know
What you meant
I’m not alright
I don’t want to fight
With you
Mmm, mmm, hmm
Mmm, mmm, mmm
Why do we keep doing this?
We...
#conflict
#love
#lyrics #relationships
#lyrics #relationships
148 reads
22 Comments
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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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
169 reads
2 Comments
Duice
Poem Published
9th Nov 2024 9:27pm
9th Nov 2024 9:27pm
The Ultimate Cure (Part 2)
K][N][O][W] [T][H][Y] [S][E][L][F]
entering Enlightened ancient knowledge learning zone
What’s good for the Goose is lost for the Gander
to each temple [Understand] Hertz of its very own
Om chant Meditation seems to be practice
of putting your brain in tranquil aurora vegetative state
My avatar Aura uproots chakra 852 Hz frequency different
[ground beast] [all Beef] [no chase] [no hesitate]
Snatched raven(ous) out my life-suit to cloud thought tangent
Judas Clashed over a Quest(ionable) 3rd eye
30 second Yoga disappointed...
entering Enlightened ancient knowledge learning zone
What’s good for the Goose is lost for the Gander
to each temple [Understand] Hertz of its very own
Om chant Meditation seems to be practice
of putting your brain in tranquil aurora vegetative state
My avatar Aura uproots chakra 852 Hz frequency different
[ground beast] [all Beef] [no chase] [no hesitate]
Snatched raven(ous) out my life-suit to cloud thought tangent
Judas Clashed over a Quest(ionable) 3rd eye
30 second Yoga disappointed...
#conflict
#ThrillSeeking
#Hindu
#wisdom
#angels
222 reads
6 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
74 reads
0 Comments
jenny_is_hungry
Poem Published
11th Oct 2024 3:32am
11th Oct 2024 3:32am
The lie that Passive Means Weakness
Me: Minding my business as I drink with my friend and his friends in order to be supportive and get to know them.
Them: “Trump will save America”
Me: “Ok.” I take a sip and avoid the the tangents going on around me, but roll my eyes involuntarily as their never ending rants go on and on. It's not enough that I am silently enduring this abuse. I'm choosing not to speak on it. And yet …
Them: “Oh, looks like we got a feminist! I can guess, but, who are you voting for?” He knows, but needs the verbal confirmation to drive his point home.
Me: Kamala....
Them: “Trump will save America”
Me: “Ok.” I take a sip and avoid the the tangents going on around me, but roll my eyes involuntarily as their never ending rants go on and on. It's not enough that I am silently enduring this abuse. I'm choosing not to speak on it. And yet …
Them: “Oh, looks like we got a feminist! I can guess, but, who are you voting for?” He knows, but needs the verbal confirmation to drive his point home.
Me: Kamala....
#conflict
#patience
#politics
109 reads
4 Comments
ohmy_engrish
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Poem Published
2nd Sep 2024 8:59am
2nd Sep 2024 8:59am
Sugarcoat
verses]
The same old recipe,
This is how it’ll go:
You’ll call me A-to-Z
I won’t get a word in, never.
It’s just a puzzle piece, yeah
Bet you believe it tells you everythin’
Only if you knew, you wouldn’t believe...
[pre-chorus]
So,
You be callin’ me your honey,
But I know that at the parties,
You bet her type tastes so good
Tell me that you really want me,
Could be in it for the money,
It’s alright ‘cause you love me…
[refrain]
Sugarcoat,
Won’t you tell these...
The same old recipe,
This is how it’ll go:
You’ll call me A-to-Z
I won’t get a word in, never.
It’s just a puzzle piece, yeah
Bet you believe it tells you everythin’
Only if you knew, you wouldn’t believe...
[pre-chorus]
So,
You be callin’ me your honey,
But I know that at the parties,
You bet her type tastes so good
Tell me that you really want me,
Could be in it for the money,
It’s alright ‘cause you love me…
[refrain]
Sugarcoat,
Won’t you tell these...
#acceptance
#conflict
#healing
#lover
#strength
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