Conflict Poems | Examples of Conflict Poetry

If love were my bililligig and thou my comely sorrcondor, I’d shirren courst thine eyes assiligig as mine own gane sizzon begondor. Oh, mine hertzen hurtzen! How could thoust be so frigidid to blangst a sorrow murtzen and forganen mine own brigidid? Days...Read the rest...

Instead of someone, I feel like no one. because I know when all is done, To you I’m work, but to me you’re fun. But who you met, was not the one you now will find; whose trust you’ve...Read the rest...

Guilt consumes one's mind and leads to buying into someone else's mind games played comparable to chess power and control. Promises one never makes yet stand accused Clasp, accept trust that there will be confusion, and Let it...Read the rest...

I became a victim of the/ Government Psychic/ Operations Program/ With radionic and psionic technology/ The voice to skull is torture/ But, they can't break me/ They tell me to confess/ I refuse, I never done that/ They body possess me/ I will not...Read the rest...

Its time at last..The furor'e is well past.' For those who fronted Who shamed? And claimed the high ground? and spoke of a Deaths knells blast.' Who trotted out (so called experts?) And ranted as well .'...Read the rest...

While running i reached the shore Days felt brighter - joys galore Even my heart started to melt - it's hardest core The dancy wind which i couldn't ignore Then it struck - an unknown...Read the rest...

Is there anyone there? I read the eyes that stare Mouths appear numb..must have been struck till dumb? While media streams, out from foul drains (who cares?) Who cares? It seems no-one but fools? Who concern with The mechanic's...Read the rest...

Apollyon, demon destined for obliteration Prince and god of the metropolis of destruction Order, sin and death: These are the chains of his dark hole Looking, you see the hill of Chokmah above sheol Livid, Apollyon...Read the rest...

What am I? Flesh and blood and bone On the surface. Dive deeper though, See what you can find Before you Drown. How am I? Emotions roar Then dull out A simple “Fine” Which is enough for you But not for me. Where am I? I’m here...Read the rest...

Cantina Tina never met one meaner Though she sure looked pretty as the night grew long; And so did I, in the mirror of the john. Bottom of the bottle is where the grass is greener. A Skid Row...Read the rest...

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(A flower in my garden) Beautiful to the naked eye, yet growing at the expense of tears, From a fountain of overdue languish, watering down the seeds of regret. Surprisingly, the passion to garden these flowers, a...Read the rest...

These are English translations of Medieval poems written in Old English. The Battle of Maldon anonymous Old English/Anglo-Saxon poem, circa 991 AD or later translation by Michael R. Burch …would be broken. Then he bade each warrior unbridle his...Read the rest...

Words rest on my tongue, sharp and heavy, like shattered glass, aching to spill. But as they press against my lips, ready to slice their way out, a voice pulls me back: They are not worthy of your fire. And I pause. I ask...Read the rest...

Twisted Words are they your fears you hold onto written on your scroll? That you project on me? Twisted Words robs someone of their joy and One's character, tend to dig ditches to entangle someone's growth, control...Read the rest...