Best Conflicts Poems
Those Worlds
open their doors
to me for old answers,
dreams in new universes merge...
I walk
as somebody I've always known,
through unending conflicts
of tangled mind,
emerge..
9th May 2020
For Let the Pens Flow - Butterfly Cinquain Poetry Contest
Sponsored By: Jenish Somadas
Winner: Third Place
Where is humanity?
as Congolese players,
stuffs and fanatics
were about to sing
their national anthem
at Afcon tournament,
they put their right hands
on their mouths
to express the silence
of the international community
into the problems of DRCongo.
they pointed their left hands like guns
on their heads to express different atrocities
which continue taking place
in Eastern of DRCongo.
They seemed so confused after hearing
about the bombardment of the rebels
In one town in East of DRCongo
which killed many folks.
the USA, France , UK , Germany governments
are supplying the rebels behind
the government of Rwanda
As they are pushing the deal to balkanise
DRCongo into many countries.
Many people who understood this powerful mute speech of Congolese players
were so sad.
Congolese blamed different media
for not showing the Congolese supporters from the beginning to the end of their match with Ivory coast ,
as they were wearing some tee-shirts
and uplifting some pamphlets
written " Stop Genocide in DRCongo."
Congolese government found
that the CAF is also complice to that action and stopped their team to participate
to any activity of solidarity which will be organised by CAF.
Some Congolese destroyed their Aerials
of some French Channels which were reporting the Afcon.
Some Congolese marched at the embassy
of France in Kinshasa
And called for the closing of USA, France
, UK , Germany embassies in Kinshasa
As many westerners
are promoters of the wars
in DRCongo.
Where is humanity?
As Congolese continue to be killed
Like animals while the whole World
is silently.
Human nature being what it is
We are bound to conflict with one another
Jesus or Father Christ gave us advice on how to resolve conflicts with holiness
Godliness
Religiousness instead of bitterness
Next time you conflict with someone
Admit you did wrong
Jesus or Father Christ’ said, “. . . remove the wooden beam from your eye first
Then you will see clearly to remove the splinter
Fragment or a chip from your brother’s eye
No matter what was done to you, admit your errors even if they are minor in the conflict
Apologize
In the parable of the prodigal son (Luke 15:21) Jesus or Father Christ’ told us that when the son returned home
His first act is to apologize to his father
Apologizing helps us to take responsibility for our errors
Ask for forgiveness
If u ask sincerely
Eternal God will always forgive you-and other people usually will, too
Remember the criminal who was crucified along with Jesus? With his dying breath
Jesus or Father Christ’ forgave the man his sins
Amend
You can change with Eternal God’s help, “for nothing is impossible for Eternal God” (Luke 1:337).
Neath a distant sun drenched sky where the Southern Cross is seen
Two armies face to face they meet on a battlefield pure and green
Fear of defeat is etched down deep on each brave warrior’s face
As they wait the signal to engage their weapons they embrace
With green and gold held on high one fights for their native land
The other fights for God and Country on an alien foreign strand
Each man lives in his own thoughts as they wait for the command
They know that all depends on them this is the their final stand
A final pause an awesome hush then the order comes to engage
Fearless toe to fearless toe their wicked war they do wage
The soulful sound of leather is heard striking willow crafted true
If strife were decided on this oval ground all war we could eschew
Ten different toes are got from two feet
hence diversity and differences are the exact definition of man
exchange of ideas has come with great heat
but modesty and maturity can compensate like a running fan
even in the face of conflict, the human mind should be kept neat
can we disagree and smile? Yes we can!
No digesting of other opinions, just swallow and eat
after by-passing deaf ears to face fury’s pan
reasoning not coherent; opposing views treated as rotten meat
anger rising, sense of humanity diminishing, all these should face a ban
Standing, raising voices, bringing shame on each other’s seat
pride holding the pipe against acceptance, ready to tan
objective discussion-the actual purpose, ends up like dead wheat
taken away to be burnt, by a forgotten van
yet another opportunity, suffering a heavy defeat
as ego and arrogance execute their deadly slogan
Trees are falling down in my world.
The sun has gone down and it's not hot anymore.
The season is winter.
I find more and more that the dark side is speaking to me in tongues.
She wants me to be bad and lean over to her.
I am in a tug of war match.
But I don't want to be.
I run screaming into the church to forgive me for I have sinned.
I ask them to wash away my unpure thoughts.
But than I remember that were all human.
I am allowed to make a mistake.
I leave a paper trail of my regrets and I detest littering.
I am hopelessly in love.
I am hopelessly in lust.
But the bottom and the top of my heart
belongs to the one that I have fallen for.
She owns my heart.
She owns my eyes.
She has the ability to make me cry.
The daggers she throws I deserve them I know.
So I take them as punishment for my lustful thoughts.
Home is where the heart is and my heart is with her.
She will never realize how sorry I truly am.
In these last couple of months I have devoured her trust.
I never realized how big of a part I would play in destroying us.
"I will never hurt you" people say that and that's the biggest lie.
We hurt unconsciously. We hurt without even meaning to.
We leave little stab wounds every so often.
We run off and leave each other bleeding everyday.
People are not afraid to hurt their afraid of the outcome.
Death, loneliness, prosecution.
People will lie in love until the world is ending.
I sincerely meant it when I said I never thought I'd hurt her.
When I told her that I would be different.
I will never say those words to anyone again.
I won't promise that I won't do it again.
After all humans were created from eve's great mistake.
I craved the apple but I never did taste.
I looked in the mirror and I barely recognize my own face.
This girl I see she said many things....
She didn't keep up with the many promises she made.
But this girl she is still learning the rules to this game.
She sucked at life just like she sucked at chess.
At the age of twenty and three she is not done
growing yet.
As of these times
seems so much conflict
within my spirit..
as my heart beats
ever so strong
awaiting moments
as emotions rise
Wonders of.. my Love..
reaching for the sky's
as I ask.. in prayer
where shall tis be
past dreams
of huge house
long ride..
awaits for me..
Twas than revealed
oh.. but how.. tis is
Manifestation..
of soon.. to be...
Awaiting in Catalonia
Avinguda Balmins, Sitges, Catalonia, Spain
We heavily consider the value of existence,
For a quest of bias, a path of prole resistance,
Assess our inner selves clearly and briefly,
Our goals have gotten us afar deeply.
Skepticism conveys the root of all hatred,
If there is vital strife, tempers are shattered,
Reason and fact provide the basis of love,
They've ne'er started, and ne'er seen above.
When deep chaos is no longer obnoxious,
The greater the rise, the greater the noxious,
The idea of lust and its quest is not at odds,
This proclaims the value of hatred wads.
Any attempt to rile results is bound to fail,
Struggling for the forlorn while trapped in hell,
Intent on receiving but unwilling to supply,
I don't yearn to live since I'm daunted to die.
Expecting the best while having little,
I'm anxious to quit, but I will never belittle,
Trying to catch up after falling behind,
Aiming toward a goal with a dreamy mind.
I concocted a paradox in my imagination,
It is a battle that I must wage in isolation,
I hit a sequel within me to an auld skirmish,
Hidden in the depths that my thoughts furnish.
What remains inside is only pain and humor,
The unique items left are tears and rumors,
The unmistakable variable is the solace,
Ne'er has my dilemma felt so full of promise.
Your lack of shadows haunts you from behind,
My profound foul spirit, enlightened my mind.
Written: August 17, 2022
Inner Conflict Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Unseeking Seeker
THE BLACK TUESDAY
(Tribute to the Victims of the EndSARS Lekki Tollgate Massacre in Lagos, Nigeria; Tuesday, October 20, 2020)
Dark is the night,
Darker the soul,
Fathomless depths,
Stories to be told;
We were not armed,
but killed at the war front,
We meant no harm,
Yet our lives are gone;
We've been cut off,
In the middle of our days,
Our lives had been cut short,
Without a delay;
Our stars are darkened,
And fallen from the sky,
All our dreams have been stolen,
By this awful strife;
We thought we would fly,
Someday to lift our nation high,
Now our journey has ended,
But the struggles had just begun;
All we needed was a better nation,
A country that is worth a home,
But what we received was destruction,
A pain that took us to eternal home;
There was an anthem in our mouths,
And Flags in our hands,
We sat on the ground,
Begging for a chance.
The hard souls had no mercy,
They listened not to our cries,
They removed every CCTV,
And turned off our lights;
Tonight, our blood weeps,
The stain on the flag is the witness,
That once in history,
A nation wasted its innocent citizens;
If being a Nigerian was a crime,
You should have told us on time,
Maybe we would have found a better place,
Then get slaughtered this way.
Yes! Bullets have pierced our brains,
And slit our throats,
Our bodies have felt the pains,
But safer is our souls;
We died as heroes of our time,
A generation of change,
Youths who fought for their rights,
Youths who shall never relent;
Ours has ended,
But the struggle continues,
Someday in history,
Someone will surely remember,
"The Black Tuesday",
The day we were slain!
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“It's hoped that for every broken heart, there is a candle shining in the dark.“
A young girl lost in her secret hideout
Wondering what life on earth's all about
Living in the fear of angry outbursts
No I love you's, just unkind words that hurt.
Comfort only found in her mother's arms
She who suffered from the abusive harm
A mother doing the best that she could
In what her daughter never understood.
A child who never had the strength to try
Rising above troubled conflicts and fly
Illness struck a tender stage in her life
Which added to the confusion and strife.
Still she plodded on somehow, day by day
Slowly finding herself along the way
The years passed, tho’ those bad memories stayed
Souvenirs of those long fraught early days.
Then one sunshiny day, out of the blue
Her handsome prince charming came passing through
Now she flies above heartbreak of the past
Clasped onto wings of the love found at last.
“Keep the love light burning, whilst young hearts are learning.
For from love children know, beautiful people grow.
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14th November 2020
It’s a part of me - Life and the perceptions and philosophises you hold Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Silent One
Inspired by an ancient poem. V
Bamboo-cooled breezes pervade my chamber.
Blinking stars appear and disappear.
Roaming moonbeams invade each container.
Laden dewdrops into gobbets cohere.
Self-lit fireflies pepper the dark.
Calling water birds herald the dawn.
Thinking of myriad lances clashing in vain.
Tormented, sleepless, I follow the night.
She would look into her mirror,
a goregous plump female smiling back to her.
Brushing out her locks she grins even more and wonders what a fox.
But as people spoke to her,
a sadness would appear.
And now behind that grin she would shed her tears.
She would look into her mirror,
and slam her fist into the glass,
as blood slid down her knuckles,
she would sit and laugh.
Words bouncing through out her mind,
how everyone assumed she hated herself,
because she was not a size 2 pants.
She would look into her mirror,
her face twisted to a mask.
Blinded by other peoples thoughts,
on how skinny she would be a fox.
Closin her eyes now,
she wishes she could stop.
Oh how she was tired of losing her confidence,
when other people spoke,
even though they meant kindess,
it hurt her already broken soul.
When we first saw Columbus;
his sea-bowed legs were struggling ashore;
us natives looked upon that unhealthy guy,
that marinated mariner who brought
news of garlic and olive oil to the unsuspecting,
both of which we natives had no use for.
Then it was that we envisioned as if in a dream
that natives should never, could never
forgive him for the insidious spread of Italian broccoli.
Thus we made war upon the brownish white men,
endeavoring earnestly to place an embargo
on any more useless imports.
No use!
Salesmen traveled all over our hunting grounds
offering yet more pizza ingredients.
The Spanish (long before Columbus Day),
had left pigs and horses for us Indians
for which we were most grateful,
and so we forgave
the genocidal aspirations of the conquistadors,
but broccoli was the absolute last straw,
and so we reigned terror
upon many a city statue of his likeness
and his pervasive, belligerent
garlic-breath.
With One’s Life
There are always choices to be made and certain realities to square
within the confines, conflicts, and limitations of human existence.
It is given and understood that human beings shall never be perfect,
despite their religious overtures and genuflections to Almighty God.
And, it is worth noting that human beings may fall pray, at times, to
the vanities of life even in situations where they seek to do better.
Nobody is perfect, but it is both noble and grand to see and witness
when a person rises to the need to help others who are less fortunate.
The most challenging aspect may be for any person to put himself or
herself in harm’s way when an instance of direct loss of life is at issue.
Regardless, there are indeed people among all of us who do choose to
positively engage in crisis situations to help others in need—all Heroes!
With one’s life, the choices we all make define and shape who each of
us are as we seek to find our true purpose and direction by God’s grace.
What can be more noble than that?
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved
October 30, 2017 (Didactic)
by ignoring the bodies if everyone is seen as soul, all conflicts will end