Conflict Poems | Examples of Conflict Poetry

Wile E Coyote

Death defying, Wile E Coyote 
Was never a real hero unlike Don Quixote 
Wile E couldn’t outsmart Road Runner’s tricks
Not surprisingly he always ended up in a fix!

Breaking the Lie

A city night, a reckless dare,
Two drinks deep, no thought to spare.
Her lips met mine—sharp, alive—
A spark I’d buried began to thrive.

I’d seen it once in secret’s tent,
A girl’s soft mouth on another bent,
Tracing skin with a tender graze,
A memory that refused to fade.

The flame now leapt, fierce and bright,
But fear slammed shut the door

I would let him die

I would see him die, rather than saving him.

I don't know what his life could be after he dies, or if he would be saved.

If someone dies, that person is remembered, would be praised for his good deeds, or criticized for words he never meant in that way.

But I will have the thought that he

The Sinking Ship of Negativity

It's disappearing like buffalo across the vast plains...
familiarity has become distorted, both sour and rank.
There's an abandoning of the ship of negativity, 
bringing grief far worse than nine months of labor.
It's given cause for an elegy, so who is to thank
for the decline of what was a tranquil sanctuary?
In backwaters, gossipers have rippled the waters.
They're

Emotional Abuse

The type of abuse that happens on the inside
The victims receive inner scars they can hide
This is an abuse that can be done over and over
From someone that's angry, drunk or even sober
Suspects can vary from a mother to a friend
An emotionally abused heart isnt easy to mend
Its actually very hard for the abused to

They Want That Control

This is something every human wants to score
And never satisfied with a little but want more
To have control over your emotions and tears 
Remote controlling your deepest inner fears
It excites them to know that they run your life
People pleasing will cause you to pay the price
Showering you with gifts so you're well pleased
Then telling you

I saw the world through blood

I was looking at the world through my eyes,
curious to see its parallel side.

I had grief because I was seeing it through blood,
but as I heard my praises and insults,
glanced over the beautiful mountains
and growing poverty,

that became my biggest pride —
to witness the world like this.

But when my hand started to grow cold
from the pain

TO RIVERS OF BABYLON AND ZION SHORES

TO RIVERS OF BABYLON AND ZION SHORES    next                   (Apropos Of A Nona Tanka)

Be aware of this,
We’ve all survived worse:
All ethnicities;
Present day oppressive times
Will also be overcome:-

We’re not a kingdom,
All here are here equally,
And destined

Tightrope

I walk a rope that hangs in air,
It moves with rules I do not see.
Each step I take feels watched, not free,
And I forget who I used to be.

The rope is soft yet too tight and pulls me back,
Like Kind Hands hiding quiet chains.
It bends around but doesn’t break,
And leads me through the same old

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Not My Battle

(“Splendid Isolation Merit Badge”, 2010, original oil)

Not My Battle

It’s not my battle
Not my hill to die on
Or claim as king.

I’d rather just sit peacefully
On some lonely mountain
Enjoying the sounds of silence.

Sure I can see the dust rise
And hear occasional horns blow
Of the little battles raging far below.

But it’s not my battle
Nor hill to die on,
At

Individualistic

Not who you was but whom is portrayed 
We all with evil, pulpits shouts redemption rise 
Every is entitled to redeem heart of the soul 
Upon themselves the desire to want change 
Among mist of our depths lays stories, secrets 
Darkness evil hidden away torcher's pain 
Taught morals, respect, one looks for in another 
The

ENCOUNTER WITH GENERAL GEORGE WASHINGTON

War is endless
The Winters harsh
Soldiers are dying
Food and Water scarcity
How much longer are the Solders to bare
Freedom and opposition take time and endurance
The Solders are embattled in their own physical survival
Tears pour in how long?
All for war that will not get any better
One by one the Solders are falling 
Like Ten Little Indians and there

Along the Line

Snooze of peace reigned on a collage
of sacred impulse for serenity of shelter —
bower-girthed and soul-inundated —
but along the line, a stampede, peccant
and harlotic,
framed the sun.

SHEER BEDLAM

LIFE ESCAPES THROUGH MY HANDS LIKE FINE SAND BETWEEN MY FINGERS
TIME DISINTEGRATES IN FRONT OF MY EYES WITH NO WAY OF SLOWING DOWN.

THE INEVITABLE CREEPS AROUND THE DARK CORNERS AND LURKS IN THE SHADOWS, WISPERING IN MY EARS, DESPERATE TO POUNCE ON ME THE MOMENT I AM VULNERABLE AND EXPOSED TO ITS ELEMENTS.

FEAR OF ABANDONMENT

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