Clash Poems - Poems about Clash

Tired of the echoes of emptiness that clash against encrypted voids in his wandering mind, He searched for an escape, a door, a window, or even a perforation in the fabric of nothingness, His eyes sought the light that would scatter the darkness of the clouds covering his world, A dying cloud, a rock he was, hardened and...

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In the battle of markets, where influences clash relentlessly, In every war, the lies of professionals resonate loudly, Where religious fanatics, sincere to the point of incandescence, Sell a holy crusade to defend virtue from the shadow of Evil. In the silent march of soldiers, where the soul's turmoil is deaf, A story is born of a world seeking salvation...

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My blade is sharper, so they claim. And his hoe is blunt. Each voice raised is struggling to rise above the noise, eyeing for supremacy, living to convince, competing for dominance, quarreling to belittle, demean, and degrade. I found that armchair broken and fixed it. The chicken you ate when you paid your dowry was mine. So it goes. But both are travelers. Come harvest time,...

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Across the aisle, a chasm loomed, Reagan smiled, O’Neill boomed. The Gipper’s charm, the Speaker’s grit— Two titans clashed but never quit. Ideals at war—left against right, Taxes and spending, day and night. Yet through the storm, respect held fast, A bridge of trust, built to last. Barbs and backslaps, sharp yet kind, Irish fire, Hollywood's shine. Deals in smoke, with laughter's ring, A gentler time,...

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Beyond the hills, the storm, oh, yellow queens they quake; poor Autumn aspens feel old weight of weakened leaves the hostile winds will steal. Beyond the hills the storm it brews, like coffee black. A bitter sky will fall —dainty saintly sunlight a martyr for the squall… Beyond the hills the storm! My dreams in strobe-light flash, engage in shadow dance— the clash of sane and bane; a...

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World 1: To our people is what we owe our duty. World 2: To our god is what we owe our duty. World 3: To our struggle, we owe it to ourselves. The following three worlds have always fought but there has never been a clear conscious viewpoint of which is the correct one. Several versions of...

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In the labyrinth of our existence, where echoes of voices clash, We are but wanderers, lost in a cacophony of senseless chatter, Radio waves and television screens, spreading the spirit of noise, We are filled with pointless expressions, endless streams of words and images. Stupidity, never blind nor mute, dances freely in the public square, It’s not about making people...

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The Mesopotamians, The birthplace of writing, building the ziggurats and palaces. The Greeks, Warriors and philosophers, diverse in their ways of thinking. The Romans, Masters of conquests and destruction. The Egyptians, With creative minds and architectural prowess. All are different and diverse. But they still all believe that they are the one. They believe that they are the protagonists of our world. Portraying their stories...

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In the confluence of dreams and desires, Where the heart's fire burns with fervent fires, Confidence rises like a beacon bright, Guiding us through the darkest night. Each step we take, a leap of faith, Chasing dreams across the starlit wraith. But doubts linger in the depths of the mind, Like shadows cast by the moon's kind. Yet amidst the doubts, a glimmer...

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I was a college music teacher, engaged in pitch, tempo, rhythm and melody, As lavish planets dance around a golden star, with the zeal of fuchsia fidelity. I taught harmony, vocals and singing, and how to play musical instruments, Like the harmony of redbird's distant calls, entering into sunglow moments. Teaching was thrilling and rewarding, a great way to...

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NO More day NO More night Rainy sun and blue moon in the half-light of day Dancing with green silence NO more music caught red-handed by the simultaneous clash of lives in the middle of the orange street ablaze by the simultaneous shock of lives exploded in he middle of the yellow glowing night by the glare of a dark haystack Aby...

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There was a day set aside for the wedding but the groom was very much dreading it would be the same day his grand final would play and that’s where it looked it was heading Alas his worst fears came true So what was he s’posed to do? Change the date he’d marry his mate or send a substitute to say “I do”? Of course,...

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In a room besotted with lavish grace, An expensive glass lampshade has its place. Its exuberant glow, a soft hug warm, But, somewhat less convincing is its form. For a bruise on the heart, a hidden wound, Belies the way the stained glass is attuned. Lead and glass are immiscible matter. Dull and gray vs bright, color splatter. The lampshade's design is a...

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That was why I had to smack your cheek: Always for our James the Biggest Smile; Scored tasks from school untouched every week: On one subject had he gone some mile. God knows that James clothes of whisky reek And he washes them not; up they pile; Last week on his forearm a streak: A Dad should refuse to excuse style... I see...

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Wedded Bluff You've made an invalid selection The gal you picked was once nice And she was once good in bed Now it's all **** up worst damn way You're stuck with a complaining wife Three decades of pure effing bliss SELL OUT Nick Armbrister out in 23...

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