Poems About Conflict Published by Members Recently Online
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Poems about conflict published by members recently online.
drone
Poem Published
2nd Oct 2024 11:16am
2nd Oct 2024 11:16am
Vengeance
It is said
History between people's
By it's very nature
Can and does
Become corrupted
By the ghosts
Within the the Darkness
In the minds of those
Who listen
To the Shadows
That demand
The circle of Pain
Should never be broken
History between people's
By it's very nature
Can and does
Become corrupted
By the ghosts
Within the the Darkness
In the minds of those
Who listen
To the Shadows
That demand
The circle of Pain
Should never be broken
#anger
#betrayal
#conflict
#deception
#revenge
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drone
Poem Published
2nd Oct 2024 11:16am
2nd Oct 2024 11:16am
Vengeance
It is said
History between people's
By it's very nature
Can and does
Become corrupted
By the ghosts
Within the the Darkness
In the minds of those
Who listen
To the Shadows
That demand
The circle of Pain
Should never be broken
History between people's
By it's very nature
Can and does
Become corrupted
By the ghosts
Within the the Darkness
In the minds of those
Who listen
To the Shadows
That demand
The circle of Pain
Should never be broken
#anger
#betrayal
#conflict
#deception
#revenge
130 reads
0 Comments
drone
Poem Published
2nd Oct 2024 11:16am
2nd Oct 2024 11:16am
Vengeance
It is said
History between people's
By it's very nature
Can and does
Become corrupted
By the ghosts
Within the the Darkness
In the minds of those
Who listen
To the Shadows
That demand
The circle of Pain
Should never be broken
History between people's
By it's very nature
Can and does
Become corrupted
By the ghosts
Within the the Darkness
In the minds of those
Who listen
To the Shadows
That demand
The circle of Pain
Should never be broken
#anger
#betrayal
#conflict
#deception
#revenge
130 reads
0 Comments
drone
Poem Published
2nd Oct 2024 11:16am
2nd Oct 2024 11:16am
Vengeance
It is said
History between people's
By it's very nature
Can and does
Become corrupted
By the ghosts
Within the the Darkness
In the minds of those
Who listen
To the Shadows
That demand
The circle of Pain
Should never be broken
History between people's
By it's very nature
Can and does
Become corrupted
By the ghosts
Within the the Darkness
In the minds of those
Who listen
To the Shadows
That demand
The circle of Pain
Should never be broken
#anger
#betrayal
#conflict
#deception
#revenge
130 reads
0 Comments
drone
Poem Published
2nd Oct 2024 11:16am
2nd Oct 2024 11:16am
Vengeance
It is said
History between people's
By it's very nature
Can and does
Become corrupted
By the ghosts
Within the the Darkness
In the minds of those
Who listen
To the Shadows
That demand
The circle of Pain
Should never be broken
History between people's
By it's very nature
Can and does
Become corrupted
By the ghosts
Within the the Darkness
In the minds of those
Who listen
To the Shadows
That demand
The circle of Pain
Should never be broken
#anger
#betrayal
#conflict
#deception
#revenge
130 reads
0 Comments
Pinkdreams
Poem Published
21st Jan 2024 4:20pm
21st Jan 2024 4:20pm
Beckoned
He pushes the boundaries of dominance,
to the point of rudeness
to the point of anti-feminism
to the point of maximum yang
to the point of wildly seductive don't go there danger
i know better.
i know better
but
i want to follow him.
i hope i do
i hope i don't
Now where do i go?
to the point of rudeness
to the point of anti-feminism
to the point of maximum yang
to the point of wildly seductive don't go there danger
i know better.
i know better
but
i want to follow him.
i hope i do
i hope i don't
Now where do i go?
#conflict
#BDSM
#seductive
432 reads
18 Comments
Pinkdreams
Poem Published
21st Jan 2024 4:20pm
21st Jan 2024 4:20pm
Beckoned
He pushes the boundaries of dominance,
to the point of rudeness
to the point of anti-feminism
to the point of maximum yang
to the point of wildly seductive don't go there danger
i know better.
i know better
but
i want to follow him.
i hope i do
i hope i don't
Now where do i go?
to the point of rudeness
to the point of anti-feminism
to the point of maximum yang
to the point of wildly seductive don't go there danger
i know better.
i know better
but
i want to follow him.
i hope i do
i hope i don't
Now where do i go?
#conflict
#BDSM
#seductive
432 reads
18 Comments
Pinkdreams
Poem Published
21st Jan 2024 4:20pm
21st Jan 2024 4:20pm
Beckoned
He pushes the boundaries of dominance,
to the point of rudeness
to the point of anti-feminism
to the point of maximum yang
to the point of wildly seductive don't go there danger
i know better.
i know better
but
i want to follow him.
i hope i do
i hope i don't
Now where do i go?
to the point of rudeness
to the point of anti-feminism
to the point of maximum yang
to the point of wildly seductive don't go there danger
i know better.
i know better
but
i want to follow him.
i hope i do
i hope i don't
Now where do i go?
#conflict
#BDSM
#seductive
432 reads
18 Comments
Nevermindthegaps
Poem Published
25th Jun 2022 8:11am
25th Jun 2022 8:11am
After Child Support, Got Enough Left To Drink
The sweet taste of kerosene
and the draw of a hand rolled
cigarette
cold comforts of sad music
on the dancing machine
curl around my loss and try to nurse it
the way a mother clings to her stillborn
wishing there was a way to take it back
to undo harsh reality
and the lit match
but
burning bridges and crying over corpses
is a family tradition
another slug of the bottle
crushed the glass to feel it’s shards
slide into my hand
so I could hold its puckered flesh to the reader of palms
ask if my future...
and the draw of a hand rolled
cigarette
cold comforts of sad music
on the dancing machine
curl around my loss and try to nurse it
the way a mother clings to her stillborn
wishing there was a way to take it back
to undo harsh reality
and the lit match
but
burning bridges and crying over corpses
is a family tradition
another slug of the bottle
crushed the glass to feel it’s shards
slide into my hand
so I could hold its puckered flesh to the reader of palms
ask if my future...
#sadness
#conflict
#disappointment #separation
#disappointment #separation
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Nevermindthegaps
Poem Published
25th Jun 2022 8:11am
25th Jun 2022 8:11am
After Child Support, Got Enough Left To Drink
The sweet taste of kerosene
and the draw of a hand rolled
cigarette
cold comforts of sad music
on the dancing machine
curl around my loss and try to nurse it
the way a mother clings to her stillborn
wishing there was a way to take it back
to undo harsh reality
and the lit match
but
burning bridges and crying over corpses
is a family tradition
another slug of the bottle
crushed the glass to feel it’s shards
slide into my hand
so I could hold its puckered flesh to the reader of palms
ask if my future...
and the draw of a hand rolled
cigarette
cold comforts of sad music
on the dancing machine
curl around my loss and try to nurse it
the way a mother clings to her stillborn
wishing there was a way to take it back
to undo harsh reality
and the lit match
but
burning bridges and crying over corpses
is a family tradition
another slug of the bottle
crushed the glass to feel it’s shards
slide into my hand
so I could hold its puckered flesh to the reader of palms
ask if my future...
#sadness
#conflict
#disappointment #separation
#disappointment #separation
114 reads
0 Comments
Nevermindthegaps
Poem Published
25th Jun 2022 8:11am
25th Jun 2022 8:11am
After Child Support, Got Enough Left To Drink
The sweet taste of kerosene
and the draw of a hand rolled
cigarette
cold comforts of sad music
on the dancing machine
curl around my loss and try to nurse it
the way a mother clings to her stillborn
wishing there was a way to take it back
to undo harsh reality
and the lit match
but
burning bridges and crying over corpses
is a family tradition
another slug of the bottle
crushed the glass to feel it’s shards
slide into my hand
so I could hold its puckered flesh to the reader of palms
ask if my future...
and the draw of a hand rolled
cigarette
cold comforts of sad music
on the dancing machine
curl around my loss and try to nurse it
the way a mother clings to her stillborn
wishing there was a way to take it back
to undo harsh reality
and the lit match
but
burning bridges and crying over corpses
is a family tradition
another slug of the bottle
crushed the glass to feel it’s shards
slide into my hand
so I could hold its puckered flesh to the reader of palms
ask if my future...
#sadness
#conflict
#disappointment #separation
#disappointment #separation
114 reads
0 Comments
Nevermindthegaps
Poem Published
25th Jun 2022 8:11am
25th Jun 2022 8:11am
After Child Support, Got Enough Left To Drink
The sweet taste of kerosene
and the draw of a hand rolled
cigarette
cold comforts of sad music
on the dancing machine
curl around my loss and try to nurse it
the way a mother clings to her stillborn
wishing there was a way to take it back
to undo harsh reality
and the lit match
but
burning bridges and crying over corpses
is a family tradition
another slug of the bottle
crushed the glass to feel it’s shards
slide into my hand
so I could hold its puckered flesh to the reader of palms
ask if my future...
and the draw of a hand rolled
cigarette
cold comforts of sad music
on the dancing machine
curl around my loss and try to nurse it
the way a mother clings to her stillborn
wishing there was a way to take it back
to undo harsh reality
and the lit match
but
burning bridges and crying over corpses
is a family tradition
another slug of the bottle
crushed the glass to feel it’s shards
slide into my hand
so I could hold its puckered flesh to the reader of palms
ask if my future...
#sadness
#conflict
#disappointment #separation
#disappointment #separation
114 reads
0 Comments
DU Poetry : Poems About Conflict Published by Members Recently Online
