Best Conflicting Poems
she is scarred so deeply inside
yet she chooses to remain beautiful
gloom of darkness engulfs her
yet she dons a mask of brightness
stab of humiliation slices her
yet she attempts to bandage her wounds
in her solitary moments
she keeps wondering
if her life is worth living
and the war she is waging, worth the struggle
she is a pearl locked in an oyster
but unless someone digs it out
its lustre will be lost to the world
and shall perish in the caverns of the sea
trapped and enslaved......
will she break the shell herself and come out?
from slushy swamps,
will she be able to walk to gilded palaces?
from a pawn on the chessboard,
will she ever rise as the reigning queen?
such thoughts torment her from inside
even when she knows she is beautiful in and out
and her worth is beyond measure
she can’t bear to be treated as a tiny bug
to be swatted at and done away with!
August.17. 2022
~ Placed First~
Inner Conflict Poetry Contest
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I want to tell you how I feel deep down,
Deep inside my mind,
I want to show you my emotional light,
But I’m afraid of what I’ll find,
Because, when I sat, with a pen and paper,
And waited for my muse,
I waited for hours, in complete silence,
For any emotive news,
No happy, no sad, no desire or drive,
Nope, nothing through the night,
I think my pencil was sadder than me,
Because it didn’t get to write,
But then I realised why my page was empty,
Why it wasn’t writing anymore,
It’s because my conflicting emotions,
Are busy fighting a tug of war.
You see, my happy rumbles with my sad,
As disgust battles with delight,
Leaving me, emotionally, all alone,
Since my emotions are in a fight,
So, if only “lonely from my feelings”,
Was a feeling I could reveal,
Then I could write my feels to read, my friend,
I could tell you that I feel.
Conflicting emotions, twirl inside of me, emotions or anger, rage pain and
insanity
Crying out for release, wondering when it will cease, this raging beast of
conflicting emotions, no love potions, up and down on an emotional roller coaster
Feelings of helplessness and despair, am not aware of the many hats that
I have to wear
Doing what I need to do to survive, just barely alive, does not understand the
contrivance of man, or woman, the sinister appearance of a friend, til the bitter
end
Spread vicious lies and deceit, anger and hurt does not retreat, as I shake
my head in the sadness of despair
Do they care or have to bear the scars of the conflicting emotions, that are
left behind
Anger and rage barely un-controlled, trying to maintain a measure of composure,
exposure to the unbridled truth
Your varnished perception of the truth, may not be truth at all, but it's your call,
to help the fall, or downfall as it were to dissent, because you feel inferior
The hallowed walls of interior, the grappling to make yourself feel better, because
of your inadequacy, you'd have people believe that you are honest and true
Truth not in you, and you have no soul, that's why you are not whole,
and complete within yourself
To make you a better you, you try to be the un-doing of me, a portrayal of
insufficiency
But I will never give in to the conflicting emotions, swirling around like a
ravaging ocean
What you tried to do to me, knock me to my knees, and have me plead
trying to break me, while you do you, will never hold true, and you will one
day rue, what you have spun together in your web of lies
I will not cry, nor will I die, I'll hold my head up high
You can never be the un-doing of me, You can never rattle my faith or shake my
integrity, the way that you have thrust out your hand against me, you cannot
touch me, cause I am whole and you cannot touch my soul
For there is a power higher than you, and you will never break thru
The old adage still forever holds true, and you will one day know,
That you will always reap what you sow
A lapse of judgment, a tempest of rage;
A crazy obsession, to not be assuaged.
Aggression triggered by an avoidance of life;
Anger transmitted by internal strife.
A malignant cancer, that blankets the soul;
Aimless, directionless, irrational goals.
Misunderstandings, needs to be addressed,
Lives of conflict and bitter unrest.
Insecure souls in need of self-worth;
Struggling for survival, suffering our mirth.
Their life they try, to make better than ours;
Condemning and scorning - pretexts they avow.
Humility and shame, like the Princess Diane;
Never dominant, ne'er taking a stand.
Outwardly pure and spotlessly chaste;
Conceptual notions, theirs to erase.
Cruelty encapsulated, in the essence of trust;
Life without meaning, turns quickly to dust.
Seemingly gloating, over others' tribulations and fears,
Hearing only, what they want to hear.
Mounting insecurity, bespeaks a much graver flaw;
Poor ravaged souls, inwardly cowering in awe.
Seeking weaker, less emboldened spirits,
Targeting these with caustic, scathing, hurtful bullets.
Never fulfilling that, which is expected of them,
Intimacy cradled, like a sought-after gem.
Critical of yours, mine and theirs;
Withholding their praise and masking their cares.
Failure to do, anything you may ask;
Regularly taking, others to task.
Their possessions coveted, and always the best,
A play on the absurd, which we must never contest.
Fantasy mansions, constructed of sand,
Ill-fated platitudes, left on the lands.
Sins of conceit, and vain-obsessed pride,
Condemnation and censure, a lonely, forlorn, pitiful ride.
A curse worse, then even death itself,
Alone in a world, like a puppet on a shelf.
Two Taurus husbands
intending to nurture shared truths
of Win/Win
organic mind/bodies
engaging Earth's interdependent communion
To discover our conflicting
and often unshared
half-baked thoughts
intentions
anticipations
in articulate and marvelously punctuated language,
rhythm,
lexicon of meta-confluent function
and integrally warm
co-gravitating flow
like butta'
To uncover,
recover,
rediscover
our therapeutic seeds
and traumatic weeds,
cooperative hopes
and conflicting transracial despairs,
repeatedly,
co-passionately,
authentically,
resonantly
and, at last, co-arising
Yummy regenerative treats,
communication strings of ecstatic recreation,
spectral sights
and savory sounds
and bouncy muscular rebounds
of potential co-redemption
Healing,
anticipating rom-com therapeutic curiosity,
resiliently co-engaging discovery
re-connecting beloved EarthTribe communities
re-developing health-wealthy outcomes
Slowly replacing
traumatic stress disorders,
binging on hate crime dramas,
and RightWing atrocities
against sacred EarthMothers
and green innocence
While wintering and withering
deep seated desperation
in life's last retiring
isolated
lonely recliner.
I look at the old testament
and the laws were harsh
an eye for and eye
and a tooth for a tooth
Yet what were they trying
to achieve
peace, punishment and revenge
in an effort to stop the crime
The old testament
was about laws
to keep the peace
the new testament
Is about attitudes
to keep the peace
If you don't do the crime
you don't need the laws
a friend of mine told me a story
about a man that got married
they decided to have roast chicken
taking out the chicken
His wife cut off the legs and wings
asking why, she said "that's, what you do,
my mother cut of the legs and wings
and I cut off he legs and wings"
catching up with the Mother he asked
"why do you cut of the legs and wings
when you cook a roast"
she replied "that's what you do,
that's what my mother did,
and that's what I do"
the grand mother was still around
catching up with her he asked
"why do you cut off the legs and wings
when you cook a roast chicken"
she said "I had a small oven
I needed to cut off the wings and legs
to cook the roast"
when the bible was written
they never had prisons
the laws were harsh to keep the peace
they never had fridges
food like pork would go off
to prevent getting poisoned
perhaps the laws were needed
but life has changed
we not longer need the same laws
we need to change with the times
we need to grow and learn
To build a greater path with love
to create attitudes not laws
to create love
not war
This has been an absolute journey and I have traveled it with and without you. There are days I have opened my eyes only to be blinded by sun light. As I walk through a darkened coveted desire I'm trying to hold on to you. Listening for the moments you gave to me, all the excitement and how quickly you take that feeling away. My innocence has left no imprint in the path that I walk, so please don't try to rescue me. My knees are bruised, my heart has turned grey, this is where my journey begins without you. What have I let this world become of me? The purity I once new. Hair brushed back in a braid down my back as I walk away my heart still yearns for you. Your love still knows how to make my heart suffer. And your plastered on my inner shell that holds me together, with tears and laughter, blinded by your love.
The human antonym
Buddhist, but maleficent
Losing,but triumphant
Home, but astray
Articulate, but nothing to say
Achieving,but no ambition
Trusting, but full of suspicion
Cold hearted, but devoted
Political, but never voted
Lazy, but overworked
Level headed, but berserk
Lacks talent, but a numen
All of the above- a human
Three travelers are
having breakfast at
the halfway home
cafe.
"Ever since," Says
the captain,"I take
my coffee black.You
know how it is,when
you go black you
don't go back!"
The soldier
said,"Make it
white,extra
cream!"He winks at
his comrade and
proclaim,"When you
go white,nothing
else seem right."
Table no.3 at the
corner call
out,"Refill
please.Straight
Mocha!" He lifts up
the mug,beckons the
fellas and say."When
you go brown,you get
the crown!"
Haha!Yes i know.But
that does not
necessarily make
them racial!It could
be preference or
even referential!
As a Christian,i
pray for Israel.It
is not really an
obligation,its a
chemistry.Like most
people,i too
certainly is in love
with Israel!Not to
mention the fact
that,it is an added
blessing on those
who bless Israel.
However,it is also
written,"He who has
eyes,let him see and
he who has ears,let
him hear." I have
both,its the reason
why am able to
discern right from
wrong.So yes,am all
united for a free
Palestine!
Does that make me so
wrong in being
right?Or so right in
being wrong?
I say I love you
I say I hate you
I really don't know what to do...
One day right
One day wrong
I'm tired of stupid love songs
One time your in
One time your out
Why can't you just figure it out?
One day were happy
One day were broken
All words have gone unspoken
Apart we break-up
Togther we break down
I don't know what to do with you around.
One day were happy
One day were sad
All you do is make me mad
One day we kiss
One day we fight
I guess I won't get my kiss goodnight
So where does this...
leave YOU and ME?
This means we can't be together
You see?
The hope is high,
The mind of our nation is in sight,
Words of few ignite,
Our vision is dimm with fright,
My people, My blood, My friends, and the ones I love know not to to hear,
What we know is what to fear,
My forefathers grew this garden,
My grandfathers fought for this nation,
My father help develope this land,
My generation has no plan,
I speak my words of concern,
My family wonders what to become,
Why not all sit and chat,
Let our land be free at last.
Recurring thought kept urging her to do what she would never do
It had been too long
She could not control the outcome
Her inner self was screaming at her now
She shut it down with alcohol
Just to make sure, she took some sleeping pills too
Weirdly, this kept her up, not down
And the voice not only kept it up
But now there were two voices
Call him! One was screaming
The other one was slapping her in her reptilian brain.
He is to blame; you owe him nothing! It said.
She tossed all night, wishing to escape.
Heaven's (to Betsy) dis allow
wing danger fields vow
wing to protect and bless
beasts and children – endow
wing inadequate livingsocial
egads, fore-fend, now
a days such simultaneous show
whirring, or bath,
asper in above - flow
whir a sad comment
aery on humanity,
when one cannot,
but be faulted bestow
wing unforgettable sibling
camaraderie making
a splash together -
holy cow
"big brother" watching quickly
contacted and how,
hastening to doorstep
child welfare pow
were fully advocating
(nee demanding)
legal custodian to bow
with demands...,or else...
get locked up in tow
handcuffed if in sub
ordinate or cause row
dee ness regard
ding custody of
minor, no go
even though dependents
only freshly crow
wing out of toddler
call robin hood,
to help post bail
necessitating scraping dough
such nonchalant
activity, would grow
into flagrant sexual abuse know
tub bull lee i.e. pedophilia poe
tent shill strongly predicted,
especially ho...ho...ho
Christmas holidays,
where queen tush
scent shill average Don Joe
Jacob Jingleheimer
Schmidt sits on Santa's lap,
(a veritable stranger),
this practice oddly enough
acceptable to status quo
ordinarily kids
should think "whoa"
upon being accosted, confronted,
detained...and NOT slow
to run the other way pronto!
Death is a bleary phantom that's always hunting us,
and inescapable as it is we manage to shun it with lies;
too sinister is its appearance when it approaches us,
but isn't our wish to live forever even amid tragedies?
Even trees can withstand many wild storms declaring their stronghold;
compared to them we are feeble creatures who are bought and sold;
yesterday our youth was a dazzling star, today it's slowly fading out
shortening these predestined days...which one of us will first depart?
Positive-minded people live longer that the skeptical ones,
faith has a strong influence on our feelings and emotions:
saints were those sacrificial souls that gave up their livelihood
to help others, Saint Francis of Assisi was closer to the Word!
Life can be simply generous or cruel, be brief or long as night,
awful is the fate of the young ones who ignore biblical wisdom;
blessed are the ones with wrinkles and white hair at dwilight...
is their wish to live on a troubled Earth, or in a peaceful kingdom?
Written on 4/25/2017