Long Poems About Conflict
#conflict
Long poems about conflict. 300 words or more, most recently published poems first.
oskar
Poem Published
16th Nov 2023 12:29pm
16th Nov 2023 12:29pm
man and his dog
Man and his dog
He awoke under the bed it had been his birthday
drinking champagne, eating Danish pastry, and smoking Havana cigars
He walked into the kitchen, opened the fridge took out
a beer, which he thirstily drank while wondering why
everything was so quiet
The maid had been in when he slept and everything was in order; when did the guests leave, or had he partied with his teddy bear, being lonely since his dog died
Looking out of the window he saw many cars, they had
no drivers and some had open doors as abandoned in haste, but what had...
He awoke under the bed it had been his birthday
drinking champagne, eating Danish pastry, and smoking Havana cigars
He walked into the kitchen, opened the fridge took out
a beer, which he thirstily drank while wondering why
everything was so quiet
The maid had been in when he slept and everything was in order; when did the guests leave, or had he partied with his teddy bear, being lonely since his dog died
Looking out of the window he saw many cars, they had
no drivers and some had open doors as abandoned in haste, but what had...
#anger
#ImSorry
#heartbroken
#conflict
#escape
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PittinixDesigns
Poem Published
3rd Oct 2023 6:42pm
3rd Oct 2023 6:42pm
Syl (with original Patois quotations)
Chapter 1
Family and Friends
A short slim man built a shanty in a squatter settlement near the fishing village in Greenwich Farm. He lived there with his girlfriend and his two little daughters. His name was Sylvester and everybody called him Syl for short. He also had an illegitimate son who lived with his mother in the country. Syl was a street vender. He had an old wooden stall on a sidewalk downtown and he sold a variety of items.
Fishing was Syl’s main hobby. He had two close friend Ronny and Arnold who used to go fishing with him....
Family and Friends
A short slim man built a shanty in a squatter settlement near the fishing village in Greenwich Farm. He lived there with his girlfriend and his two little daughters. His name was Sylvester and everybody called him Syl for short. He also had an illegitimate son who lived with his mother in the country. Syl was a street vender. He had an old wooden stall on a sidewalk downtown and he sold a variety of items.
Fishing was Syl’s main hobby. He had two close friend Ronny and Arnold who used to go fishing with him....
#women
#conflict
#sea
#fish
#curse
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BlkLyrycE
Poem Published
2nd Oct 2023 2:01am
2nd Oct 2023 2:01am
Unmuted
All eyes placed, focusing on the missing words that could not escape my lips.
Everything seemed so close,
You seemed so distant.
So far; if I were to call to you, the chances of you hearing me would possibly be…
I wished for forever, my thoughts and dreams I had pinned them up upon this white board and this script that I had written was meant to showcase my ability to grow.
My words were chosen for specific reasons, they were meant to touch and feel the vessels that are racing within your veins.
My monotone voice was supposed to be as smooth as bourbon, as...
Everything seemed so close,
You seemed so distant.
So far; if I were to call to you, the chances of you hearing me would possibly be…
I wished for forever, my thoughts and dreams I had pinned them up upon this white board and this script that I had written was meant to showcase my ability to grow.
My words were chosen for specific reasons, they were meant to touch and feel the vessels that are racing within your veins.
My monotone voice was supposed to be as smooth as bourbon, as...
#relationships
#conflict
#disappointment
115 reads
3 Comments
eightmore
Poem Published
8th Sep 2023 1:28pm
8th Sep 2023 1:28pm
Up Again
#lust
#relationships
#conflict #sex
#conflict #sex
225 reads
6 Comments
I_IS_ME
Poem Published
24th Jul 2023 3:46am
24th Jul 2023 3:46am
FSA
Have you ever been in a situation whereas you're the only one not in on the joke. Some time ago I had two close friends file for and receive a divorce. I was totally unprepared for this because in my mind they were the perfect couple. They had what I considered that glow, they shined when they were together. In some ways I was jealous of their relationship, but in others I was just happy for them. Somethings in life just aren't supposed to be, and evidently they weren't supposed to remain together, But my curiosity had been peaked, everytime that I asked someone why did they split up. People...
#conflict
#funny
#humankind
141 reads
9 Comments
Results_May_Vary
Poem Published
11th Jul 2023 3:41am
11th Jul 2023 3:41am
Kill in Anger
The mirrors cutting through my sanity
Reflect a thousand different faces
All belonging to me
Drag down the cloud
You rest upon
Rub the spit in your eyes
Crooked words walk around me
But it’s time now
It’s time now
Push my face into yours
Until you taste my fingernails
Squeeze the tears from your veins
Forbidden to me
This time it’s mine
Of my own making
This
Whether by submission or desire
No line exists anymore
Die to win
But it goes both ways ...
Reflect a thousand different faces
All belonging to me
Drag down the cloud
You rest upon
Rub the spit in your eyes
Crooked words walk around me
But it’s time now
It’s time now
Push my face into yours
Until you taste my fingernails
Squeeze the tears from your veins
Forbidden to me
This time it’s mine
Of my own making
This
Whether by submission or desire
No line exists anymore
Die to win
But it goes both ways ...
#relationships
#conflict
#LifeStruggles
#bipolar
#MentalHealth
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Betty
Poem Published
13th Jun 2023 3:28am
13th Jun 2023 3:28am
Resurrection
Two sets of footprints
lead from the door
to the bedroom.
Graveyard dirt and heartblood
mixed into a sludge
and slurred across
my pristine
oak floors.
I was chopping onions
because it’s something I do now
And froze at the sound
of your knuckles on my door.
Palsied hands moved underwater
as existentialism became bullshit
because zombies and ghosts
and all the things that scream
motherfucker in the night
were real.
...
lead from the door
to the bedroom.
Graveyard dirt and heartblood
mixed into a sludge
and slurred across
my pristine
oak floors.
I was chopping onions
because it’s something I do now
And froze at the sound
of your knuckles on my door.
Palsied hands moved underwater
as existentialism became bullshit
because zombies and ghosts
and all the things that scream
motherfucker in the night
were real.
...
#love
#hope
#breakup
#conflict
#obsession
279 reads
14 Comments
Orc_Pirate_68
Poem Published
13th Jun 2023 3:08am
13th Jun 2023 3:08am
I Don't Know What Else to Say, Or How Else to Say It
I come to you with a plan, an idea for my future,
I'm so excited, I'm in a bit of a stupor,
I list all the points, because it's cool, and reassuring,
I'm just letting you know the information, teaching,
I'm showing you how I'm growing,
And how I'm trying to be problem solving,
Then you say, "I just want to go over it with you",
I know, you want to see it too,
See if there are any pitfalls I'm not seeing,
That's all fine and dandy, but you reiterate
Several times, more than I can tolerate,
The first time is fine, but after that, ...
I'm so excited, I'm in a bit of a stupor,
I list all the points, because it's cool, and reassuring,
I'm just letting you know the information, teaching,
I'm showing you how I'm growing,
And how I'm trying to be problem solving,
Then you say, "I just want to go over it with you",
I know, you want to see it too,
See if there are any pitfalls I'm not seeing,
That's all fine and dandy, but you reiterate
Several times, more than I can tolerate,
The first time is fine, but after that, ...
#anger
#mother
#conflict
#abuse
#frustration
141 reads
2 Comments
Countrygirl96
Poem Published
17th May 2023 5:59pm
17th May 2023 5:59pm
Staying Silent
#conflict
#abuse
#suffering #DomesticViolence
#suffering #DomesticViolence
141 reads
2 Comments
PittinixDesigns
Poem Published
29th Apr 2023 2:26pm
29th Apr 2023 2:26pm
The One-eyed Contractor
Mr. Livingston was an old contractor in the field of arc welding and metal fabrication. He had a welding shop on Alexander Road. His wife was older than he was. The one-eyed contractor was a dishonest person and he used to drink a lot. Moreover, he did not have the ability to reason and he was quick to start quarrels and fights. Consequently, he lost his left eye in a fistfight. Paul otherwise known as Welda and Tall Man were welder-fitters who worked for Mr. Livingston. Paul called the boss Baldy because he was a bald-headed man. Tall Man had more skills than Paul did and he was the best...
#men
#conflict
#money
#curse
#job
90 reads
0 Comments
LadyJ
Poem Published
16th Mar 2023 4:54am
16th Mar 2023 4:54am
What you did
you came into my life like A thief in the night stealing things that were important to me your actions destroyed my ability to know the difference between love and hate my ability to know when I'm in a bad situation the things you did turned me into someone I didn't ask to be you took my choices away before I knew they were mine to have I despise you there were so many opportunities to make it right opportunities to not do it at all It fucks me up at times when I see the emotional and mental manipulation that was at play the amount of power I allowed you to have over me at that moment and as...
#anger
#conflict
#betrayal
#disappointment
#manipulation
272 reads
1 Comment
MotDi
Poem Published
24th Jan 2023 6:36am
24th Jan 2023 6:36am
Ghosts
When you look at me you don't see the tens of thousands of dicks I sucked and fucked right? Or can you?
Would it make it sting worse if my eyes told you that it brought me joy to motivate the endorphins from the base of their balls and out of the tip of their engorged shafts. I did it on purpose!
Would you love me any less? Or would you walk around frightened that your friends know, or your coworkers or your mom? Do you think she can tell. Would you do away with me if I couldn't protect your reputation? If one day some how some way it came up in conversation or someone recognized...
Would it make it sting worse if my eyes told you that it brought me joy to motivate the endorphins from the base of their balls and out of the tip of their engorged shafts. I did it on purpose!
Would you love me any less? Or would you walk around frightened that your friends know, or your coworkers or your mom? Do you think she can tell. Would you do away with me if I couldn't protect your reputation? If one day some how some way it came up in conversation or someone recognized...
#love
#conflict
#dialogue #SelfWorth
#dialogue #SelfWorth
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