Poems about Conflict
#conflict
Conflict poems about relationship arguments, family feuds and conflict in society. Here you'll find poems exploring the emotions behind conflict situations, including internal conflict over difficult life decisions.
goodwolf1966
jimmy
jimmy
Poem Published
Today 7:58am
Today 7:58am
like a glass
she breaks
emotionally
from his
rejection
like a
glass
thrown
up against
a wall.
emotionally
from his
rejection
like a
glass
thrown
up against
a wall.
#conflict
#deception
#heartbroken
#manipulation
#rejection
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NP_NP
Poem Published
15th Jan 2025 3:16pm
15th Jan 2025 3:16pm
Fake Ass
What if we swapped that tiny
dancer in the music box,
For a stripper on a pole,
In the heat of intoxicated thoughts?
Drunk and jealousy, trust me,
don't mix,
Friction ignites where emotions twist.
Was it a fight over a customer’s gaze,
Or did beauty alone set
the stage ablaze?
I wasn't in her mind, so I couldn't know,
The tension that simmered,
ready to blow.
One stood on the side stage,
the other with a client,
Corona's in hand, the day shift riot, ...
dancer in the music box,
For a stripper on a pole,
In the heat of intoxicated thoughts?
Drunk and jealousy, trust me,
don't mix,
Friction ignites where emotions twist.
Was it a fight over a customer’s gaze,
Or did beauty alone set
the stage ablaze?
I wasn't in her mind, so I couldn't know,
The tension that simmered,
ready to blow.
One stood on the side stage,
the other with a client,
Corona's in hand, the day shift riot, ...
#anger
#conflict
#hate
#violence
#WritingPoetry
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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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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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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
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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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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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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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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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