Arguments Poems - Poems about Arguments

I told you how I felt, but you'd twist it to arguments, and now I wonder is it worth speaking at all? I stand here, weighing it up respect and distance, I've been matching what you give, but when the lines blur, I begin to pull away. No one's coming to save me, I've known that for a...

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Cold Fire Bach over reaches Arguments are won in dusk Time brings to the brink when you discover tomorrow's sun was blazoned in her shadow legends crumbling we succumb to the languid legend ...

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Noise Noise is not anger. Noise is not aggression. Not like my father shouting My sister crying and my mother. Moaning and me begging For the noise to stop The rows to subside. For peace to reign. Noise can be satisfying. Like a Ferrari exhaust. A plane roaring down the runway Best of all passion And the purr of the cat. Yet noise still affects me A cold shower that...

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You complain like the more you speak the closer the problem is to being solved, Your volume raises and it speaks volumes to everything you don't understand But who am I to judge I'm still learning to heal and process just as much as you...I just don't like to ride rollercoasters So my emotions rarely reach peak heights I hate...

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It’s Friday afternoon. Anna, Lisa, Leong and I are sitting around our common room - sagging actually - after a long day. “I need a break,” I said, “now’s the time - today, this day - it's been a long week.” “Document,” Leong affirmed. “Sometimes you gotta..” Anna faded out letting an arm flop like...

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salient arguments whirlwind across the floor rugs of rolling hills closets filled yet more the ones we never speak of portraits fleering infinite mirrored reflections walls of respective distances dogs chasing their tales mad electrons seeking rest grabbing at foreign orbits i turn to her i have failed in suburbia the great american dream i am returning to the jungle my hovel there is safe i do not speak the language streets...

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A boss can The Vigorous retire While the latter is still a live wire, His arms still sinewy, his feet sound tires: The one who vibrant kids sires... A boss can send home his firm's tears' dryer: Saver of company's cars from mire, It doesn't have to die down: 'the fire' Nor does it need to corrode 'the wire'. Then, your arguments could...

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words erupt from an inner world of subconscious fear things said that cannot be unsaid repercussions accusations love at risk of being undone crushing unnecessary painful with stings of hurt and projection out of place and perspective daggers unsheathed pointed at the heart of all hearts booze does not have a favourable impact the little devil is vile and unpalatable loosens the tongues and spits venom apologies make for...

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Let’s play charades! No. Tic tac toe. No Pictionary! Okay, time for Cranium Cadoo. A game that combines logic, Chardes Tic tac toe and Pictionary! New argument. I want to be green! No. I am green. I am always green. The babysitter gives up. Not realizing when Mom is here she is always green...

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I have another piece that's too long for the poetry section - so it's in "Short Stories." It's called "arguments" - about my summer vacation between freshman & sophomore year (at university). I know I could take things out - to make the piece shorter and fit here - but then it's not what I wanted to...

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Here starts Christ’s journey Jesus enveloped in burning sand Starving and alone A snake slithered to Jesus Yaldabaoth whispered “Loved flower of the father If you’re truly that Tell the stone to become bread” But Jesus proclaimed “According to your very law In your very words Man shall not eat bread alone” Saklas showed the world...

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the nights were filled with arguments new jersey had a new prostitute spring and true love, drunken moments soon mutable to the crashing of objects against the walls, the doors freedom thru defenestration how was i supposed to read and write i would bang on the wall hey, Quasimodo, pax vobiscum, remember mans sana in copre sano this is heaven here on earth try Occam's razor...

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I hate when you bring out this version of me, I fly like a bat I sting like a bee. Hissing at you with a red, forked-tongue, I can spit like a llama I can kick away dung. I hate when the worst of me releases such venom, The stench from our arguments Burn ... STOP! What's been said I can't take back or ignore...

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I have yet to win a verbal spar Or change a hard-headed opinion A waste of energy to try, I think, They are someone's solid minion. written September 6, 2021...

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Hamain dramaybaz kehnay walo Ham dramaybaz sahi tum batao tum kya ho? Kya tum Auliya ho? Kya tum malaika ho? Kya tum pakbazi kay mujasmay ho? Kya tum sadiq-o-ameen ho? Kya tum hidayat ki talqeen ho? Kya tum pholon ki mehak ho? Kya tum kanton bhara chaman ho? Kya tum shanti-o-aman ho? Kya tum thark ki dukan ho? Kya tum chaskon kay pehalwan ho? Kya tum nafsaniyat...

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