Best Discord Poems
Squabbling with words; spats in opposition
can bring about discord and suspicion
Christians should be able to live in harmony
or their accord and union will atrophy
What kind of world must humans think to mold
in bringing warmth and not a chilling cold
fashioning traits with kind words of diction
not spawning hurtful thoughts, causing friction
Antagonism unfolds to reveal hostility
ruining mutual trust and tranquility
With staunch optimism, I faithfully pray
that no chasm of rancor will whorl my way
For as long as the risen sun casts mornings in glory
we will not bind our souls with fear and worry
Each night a profusion of stars shine from above
I pray one day we will all share brotherly love.
A flautist and harpist were matched
And plans for the wedding were hatched,
But, getting cold feet,
He beat a retreat,
Preferring her ‘no strings attached’.
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When conflicts raise its ugly head real soon,
our nations won’t inevitably swoon;
a time that real détente and peace attune.
Some people still record the slights most ever stored.
Thus escalate discord, their armies can’t be bored.
But bearing painful past in mind, endowed
ensuing loss with angst, so many bowed
with hidden resentment and furrow browed.
In corners hide the past, persistent ghosts which last.
The indiscretions vast: those overboard and fast.
It shan’t depend on inner child if strewn:
‘To never stand against the wisdom roared.’
Do kowtow when rambunctious children vow
t’ ensure revolt replaced by great repast.
Cacophonous Discord
by Odin Roark
So little of language
That’s not become clamor
Even less of actions
That have not become bluster
Still
Some of us know
Earned expectation
Knows well time’s perfection
That the causal spirit of calm
Eventually envelops a universal smile
Resulting in the arrival of trust
Even as insight remains elusive
Unlike Big Bang’s pinpoint of reality
The resultant geography of presence
Remains a vast array of elements
Sometimes evolving slowly
But always remaining patient
For the lens of discovery
How fulfilling
Life’s moments of perception
Beyond the cacophonous discord
Of background noise
Such is the reward of stillness
The ringing was so piercing and incessant
from way outside the house I heard its blare.
I ran into my room; my clock flourescent,
that object of offense, sat clanging there.
But when its button “off” I firmly pressed,
I hadn’t done a thing to stop the sound.
I then perceived there must have been some jest.
Oh, where could all the clamor’s source be found?
I sought my plague with mounting discontent,
and every room I managed soon to rake.
It taunted me; such shrillness was a torment.
And suddenly, I found myself awake!
Subconsciously my rising I had fought
and put the ringing in my own dream’s plot.
(This is a true story of how I kept myself from waking to my
dang ding-a-ling alarm clock)
For Paula Swanson's Ding-a-Ling Contest
What is anger,
That doe eyed beast
So beautiful the ruin of man,
Where in her beautiful eyes i stared
I noted a touch of discord,
I acted out of despair to sow strife,
When out of her eyes i tumbled
To a scene that spoke of trouble,
I regret looking her chaos filled gaze.
The storms of discord in our hearts
Are the reason
That
Humanity’s fierce river of afflictions
Overflows!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
24 FEBRUARY 2015
When darkness falls, when night prevails
And moonlight alone, walks with me
Will Faith go astray, or will God lead the way
In the Den of the Holy See
Will these strangest of times that we live in
Lead to unwritten laws that do harm
Will greed and the needs of the elitest few
Lead to comfort in Gods open arms
When death rears its head and ugliness shows
When apostolic flame can’t incite.
Priests wielding pistols, holy water within
Two metres away, practice Rites
Our Faith dies a death, once it’s needed
Creates a new ordered zeitgeist
Though we serve at the altar and eat of the flesh
And drink of the blood of Christ
Science demands to be proven
What the scientists fail to believe
Takes God from the lips of the peoples
Implantation of doubt in ‘Gods Seed’
Social media induced, arguments dispel
A World that is lost in discord
The Church doors are closed in the faces of those
Who have served in the name of the Lord
When nothing remains, but your Faith
You instinctively know what is right
Sympathy for the devil, overrules all the rules
Angels doubt! In the midst of the fight
When all that is left is all that is needed
When no reason nor logic remain
Exalted on high in the Devils discord
Then nowt but your Faith shall remain!
Tunisia does not need
what is being done to it.
Oh people, isn't it high time
to stop this and wake up?
See then, why sit and talk
when we should work and walk?
Martyrs did not want
to die and part for nothing.
They did not come to life
and go without blessing.
Why, then, are those
who killed them still walking?
Till when, Oh God,
they will live and keep hiding?
Do they live to make others die?
Are they humans?
Chokri Omri
From whence it came and for what purpose, completely mystifies.
Could be from earth's galaxy with The One God to look toward
or another universe, though those with degrees say such is jive.
Perhaps, said denial is one omnipotent wisdom has long adored.
Here it did appear, causing humans to endlessly, painfully agonize,
as it senselessly, cruelly, ever stains us to deny us an Eden accord.
Hate is why we are here, we are to love it away, make it vaporize.
God made egos sick prone so hate lessons come and are absorbed.
To aid this, He put truth in our souls that further nudges us to realize
all hate guises and love alter them radiantly, spiritually restored.
First hate likely fast flashed with potential to pass ignored
but due to an attention need, first man chose to dramatize.
Seeing his feelings fed, others wished to feel likewise preferred.
Egos grew and began dramatizing all happenings under the skies
as if all time brought was for just one person's discord or reward.
Since, selfish, hate based fallacies have destroyed peaceful lives,
caused horrific wars and nightmares harmony cannot afford.
Earth and mankind are saturated with violent blood and soul cries.
Some do not even know why they were handed a gun or sword.
Still, back and forth, hate ever slithers towards peace's demise.
Hostilities
hate
& hysteria
world full
of
platitudinous
pandemonium
perceive
acute
sufferance
forbearance
of all
existing
behind
conflagration
& commotion
cupidity
& callosity
searing
sweltering
to
heal
hearts
by
drawing
love
& empathy
betwixt
beelzebub
& mephistopheles
painting
pugnacity
instead
of
horridness
poltroonery
sculpture
Isthmus
shielded
by
reverence
&
lionization
to
embrace
shades
of
rainbow
&
relish
silence
How
sensuous
Is
a tree
without
wind
blowing
through
its
branches
where
hidden
sun
wants
to shine?
& how
sensuous
mountain
clinging
falling
echoes
or
homeland
in search
of
its
home?
how
sensuous
depends
on
gratification
of
what’s
desired.
Written: May 05, 2023
A Brian Strand Premiere No 1214 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
NOTE::THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' (intuitive cadence)& so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
How doth thou appear so alluring,
When thy content is but aworrying?
Though thy beauty and elegance I apprehend,
Thy charm and power I can’t comprehend.
Tall, short, fat, and slim doth thou appear.
Thou appearest dark, fair and other colours I hear.
But do I conclude that thou art the same, all the same?
When thou doth appear in thy nude,
My eyes in utter amazement look.
My mind to the realms of ecstacy wanders off,
And uneasiness and eagerness trigger-off.
Those two things on your chest, the breasts,
Though like explosives they stand abreast,
Yet my hands itch to grab and feel them.
In my juvenile haste to discover thee,
I did lose my sanctity and manhood to thee.
The insatiable appetite for thee still lingers,
Yet the unthinkable satisfaction lies in none.
Do I quit or do I continue the adventure?
Now my whole life seems a wasteful nomenclature,
For all my expedited ventures ended the same.
All thy beauty and elegance now seem so shallow,
And so deceptive art thou that I now call thee shadow.
Indeed like a shadow, thou runneth when I pursueth,
And when I run from thee, I look back and behold, thou pursueth.
But the point of contact lies ahead,
When neither of us can run from ourselves,
Then the inevitable providence will take its stand.
When we thus cleave to each other decidedly,
With thy head on my chest, thou shall sleep and wake excitedly,
My meals thou shalt prepare and garnish,
And I hope my insatiable appetite for thy kind will varnish.
For thou art thus become my Eve, the mother of my children,
Oh Daughter of Zion, uncertainty beclouds me!
Peter Edoziem
REVELATION
It was ages since we ‘d met. I dread her visits.
The melodrama and discord leave me unmoored.
My sister’s hugs morphed into stones, dropped one by one.
Words hitting dark water. Circles of disbelief spun around me.
Not one scintilla of truth.
I glimpsed her self-satisfied smirk.
We’d been close in our teens…
A deep breath. No , Sis, it never happened.
She tossed her curls. But I was there. I saw you. Him too.
Did counselling
and hypnosis bring her easy certitude?
No sis…
She glared. It’s true. Do you think I’m mad?
DECIMA WRAXALL
Disunity
The incessant flux of biased perception...imperils humanity's intended
destination
Penned: 01/09/2023
In Town Suites
West Palm Beach, Florida
On Santa's night his deer's refused flight gear
in chaos a stressed Claus found most unclear
beyond revealed bits, 'tail fleck'
and 'my nose behind stink specks.'
Elves were tasked to jolly-quick check each rear.
... CayCay Jennings
December 16, 2018