Conflict Poems | Examples of Conflict Poetry

I'm torn between two distant worlds ~ one steeped in wickedness and sin, the other pure and righteous; my mind drifts like oil on water. Alluring is the glory of heaven, promised if I remain pure and holy, yet enticing is the frivolity hidden in jollity they call "sin." My mind imagines the afterlife the Bible depicts, yet I savour worldly pleasures my flesh...

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For love, we cross fire without flames, we carry emptiness as if they were promises. Sometimes, we die without blood or scream, just to touch a moment of that long-awaited love, as if salvation lived within it from a life that has been somber and empty....

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For what charge is this you lay at my feet? For what misdemeanour or untruth did I afore commit? Did I steal, did I lie and some innocence fall in my stead? Did I indeed do much worse and is someone known to me now stone dead? There is nothing between the daylight and the dark. No grey space...

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How long do you think you can ride the coattails of blissful ignorance? Isn't it flagrantly obvious that you are skating on thin ice... and equally evident that you're living on borrowed time? How long do you think you can get away with avoiding the elephant in the room? Have I been the unjaded enabler whilst my silence should have screamed to you louder than any multitude...

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You cheated in our relationship You said one thing, and it was actually for another Supposed to be number one Turned out into no number at all I was put on pause You were the cause Always stepping out Here and there all about Mr. Swinger and Ms. Slinger Decided to investigate Catch you in the act Wasted no time I found your address book It wasn’t...

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Oh Muse Wilt Thou Be Replaced Oh sweet Muse once your unrivalled reign flowed rich with a poet’s theme. Now in digital glow subpoenaing your dream Alas cold circuits assert their own gleam, Oh Digital Medusa, circuit’s fine as hair How did you lure the Muse into your skilful snare? In your silent hum through dexterous scripts?...

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ANGELIC DECEPTOR Magnetic mantis, in pious genuflection, attracting its prey:- ...

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being alone is nothing like feeling alone...

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The world's opinions Are just regurgitated Like a young bird's meal ...

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You can't hold it both ways, In meaning.' You Are either direct.' Or directionless..And thus In a mess.' No less-en-ing, yet less kenning will ensue.' Though You deny..Its more obvious..Showing through' True.' Reality denying.? I find it at best tedious' Not to mention trying.! And now cov-idiocy is Really dying.' Symtoms seen, idio-tantric bouts And much de-crying..Tantrum-atic antic's its Virtuless incandesacnt-cy...

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Our better angels, where have they flown? Far afield, in a storm, windblown? And where, the light, where wisdom shone? If only we could see. The answer, it seems to me, is unknown, as the land is in a tempest, thrown. Without their grace, I feel alone, Give them back to me....

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**Mental Rumination** Every single day brings with it a new and unfamiliar word, each one carrying its own distinct meaning that often resonates with the shifts in my life. Retirement, for instance, has proven to be a profound transformation, especially during this initial year. I had envisioned a seamless transition, convinced that I had everything perfectly...

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Oh, Wounded Warrior. Battle lines and battle scars hidden in plain sight. Many of us now asking was it really worth the fight? Some of us wear uniforms. Some of us wear shame. It doesn’t really matter. The outcome’s still the same. Missing limbs, missing minds. Broken, tossed about. Whipped by winds of chaos. So often left in doubt. It’s in the heart, it’s in the eyes. You’ll...

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Upon my graduation from MIT, they didn’t hand me a diploma. They handed me a mask— and a seat at the table of shadows. They called me Director, but in truth, I became a ghost in the wires— a puppeteer of perception, twisting public minds like wind turns leaves. We didn’t drop bombs. We dropped whispers— tweets, headlines, a viral meme. We knew the frequency of...

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NOVEMBER 2022 Rightly so, the poppies flood Early in the winter sky Merrily stood in field, and this Existence of mine has passed by Maybe they'd watch us contend But are authorities ever sober? Early now, in Winter's sky Realise how they owed her Unwillingly ignorant to the loss, they'll be Scorching their retinas, a veil of red...

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