Quarrelling Poems | Examples

Time Travel for Lovers

Let's not 'do' Paris anymore
it has become a painted blemish,
yes, I know it's for lovers, but
so is Nashville and it breaks
your heart just as quickly.

London has got tired,
the old and the new are quarrelling
under the same umbrella.
Sweethearts are at odds,
the lonely walk
through the garish nights
slowly fading away
from their own sight.

Let's watch an old movie,
a movie we have seen many times,
that one about time travel...
we will keep moving on
from place to place
falling in love with the same face,

that love story never gets old -

not even in New York
where lovers drift through each other,
dreaming all the while
of that next perfect romance.

Lonely Streets

The streets were bustling with people.
 out  of curiosity my ears tried to catch some  noise 
  Alas,
All it heard was pure silence.
There  were no chirping of   the birds.
There  were no barking of the dogs.
There  were no sound of people chattering & quarrelling.
Just   .....................my thoughts & only my thoughts

Survivor June-23

In a faraway place sits an old man
living in an old old block of flats.
A group of tabby cats gather outside,
basking lazily in the warm sunshine.
He watches peacefully as people walk past;
Quarrelling siblings, loving couples.
He sits there as he has done for years
but nobody knocks.
Wearily the old man turns
and watches his friends' faces in the clouds float by.

nature

Nature does us good, my dear Vaughan,
It soothes our soul with a solemn and slow song,
She doesn’t choose the blue but all the colors,
A deserted field is deeper than our eyes.

Nature does us good, my dear Vaughan,
She soothes our hearts with a sovereign and calm song,
Thousand giants fight against the impetuous skies,
What is the use of quarrelling? The world is boring,

Nature does us good, my dear Vaughan,
In Utah, all the silences are slow music,
The prelude of the 49th parallel, lifts our heavy souls
Listening to it, I find the taste of living and praying. 

PS I give a small tribute to Vaughan williams, 20th century classical composer,

High Noon At Park Bench

squirrels quarrelling
            a large scurry  going nuts 
              shells land everywhere 


A STRAND (1065) Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand
PS 5/7/5 
02/03/22

Quad Squad

from their quadrants
quadruped
quarterfinalists
quarrelling
in quadraphonic 
quadruplicity
are disqualified
for actually
being a
wanted
tetrad
only posing
as a quartet



AP: Honorable Mention 2020

Posted on January 30, 2020

Deceiver Caught Inside the Web

The mental instability of a liar
when they hear the truth cursing begins ugly 
you are judging me seems to be their next move
cornered crying the victim, pity feel sorry for me me me

I am a good person the first sin tells its tale 
those under the veil of sight replying violently in nature
Which corner alters your ego to put up such a fight
what rules apply to the under dog quarrelling

There is only one circle drawn in the sand
we are all sinners needing forgiveness every day 
pride you will not let go through sheer stubborn behaviour
chained to the fragments of a soul's spirit
trust has been betrayed never will it say sorry 
even when proven wrong it quarrels about position 
the highest value holds the light separating darkness

I Am Not You and My Madness

Hey you, looking me
I am not like you and my madness
You are beautiful like shining star
I am the dirty waves 
Never try to come near swimming 
Your tears might loss values. 

Straightly you look to guess me more
I am tired of thousand years
Go away otherwise my face teases
Your innocence might get killed then
Your arrogant looking the forth
Decorates the beauty of the Sky. 

I am not you, but be more than me
The age of dashing vibration gets collapsed
If you pour on me your part of beauty
It would be deserted along with dusty air
I find you like me here
The skeleton of love standing as ghost.  

No way to believe anymore
Two hearts start quarrelling
Rented room for staying your heart
Threatens with cracking my heart
Better to go away from me
Because I am not you and my madness.

Coo-Coo Kachoo

doves quarrelling
which movie is better 
coo-coos nest

John G. Lawless
©8/1/2018

Another Time Another Place

Another Time, Another Place

At another time, another place,
You and I would recline on a velour love seat,
Holding hands, watching TV under a wrap.
Another time.

Another time had love lasted, 
We would walk around our sunset lake,
Kicking our Nikes like we used to do.
Another place.

There were the twinkling crow’s feet by your eyes,
Blue like the blue black lights in your hair.
The man I dreamed of in high school,
Another time.

Now under the moon, I remember you, when
You would throw back your head and laugh,
Then came the time that we were through,
Another time.

How did our infatuation fade away?
And bitter quarrelling enter in?
So long ago, though I will never forget the love
That lived in another time, another place.

Small In Sizes Great In Activities

The small birds bathe in shallow pool
Somehow claws sink
One follows other link
No matter the weather is hot or cool,

They are very interested in singing
At a time they bathe
They enjoy the both
In social way no sign of quarrelling,

Then, at a high place they all return
To dry up the feathers
And complete prayers
Both useful and funny they are seen,

The beautiful creatures of the nature
Vital in playing roles
From the both poles
Quite excellent, charming in feature,

Farmers, environment are benefited
In finishing insects
Having pollen joints
They are small but services are great.

Dim Lit Night

Quiet is the Dim Lit Night
Tearing Eyes cannot find sight
The Quarrelling Mind gives up the fight
Nothing now to make it right

The road to Freedom long is paved
So much Heartache along the way
The Eyes into the Soul today
Are blind and numb and well Betrayed

Kind and Gentle the Soul longs to be
Yet hopelessly Mental seems it Destiny
Save this Pen it's Company
Through times of Pain and Agony

Quiet is the Dim Lit Night

Natures Call At Christmas- Contest

all is calm this winters night
branches heavy with snow,
creating twinkling  icy patterns
delighting the eye as we take in the show.
everywhere you look, natures decorations
fondle everything, a wintery scene, 
greetings they seem to say, be
happy this Christmas day, because,   
in a stable so long ago
Jesus was born to save our souls
kind and generous the son of God.
let us light up the candles, carollers sing out
many words about God on high,
nature adds the back drop to the nativity
oh how the voices ring, echoing throughout the land
peace is the magic word, peace of mind 
quarrelling we seem to have a plenty,
rows between nations seems the norm, like
squirrels for ever arguing over hidden nuts 
the politicians, should listen to natures call, to
unite together to forgive the past.
voices can be heard coming out of the mist
welcoming all, let's enjoy this precious time.
xmas the word conjures up a snowy white glow
yuletide time for natures show.
zany memories to forever hold.

Penned 29 December 2015

Quake

quacking plates dagger on
the chest of the crying earth
dreams behind her intense eyes
vanishing cats beyond the wilderness
wandering ghosts laughing painfully
quarrelling spirits remnants
of the bleeding flesh on the side walks
let us kiss beyond the lust gladly content

December First 1955

i was tired
physically and mentally
long drives controlling haemorrhoids
christmas presents cards
quarrelling wife fighting children
demanding boss dwindling pay
i am tired
cold and windy murky light
cleveland avenue six pm
i notice
she was there again
in the first of the  reserved
elegant and beautiful quiet
calm and serene
third stop empire theater
we are getting crowded i need
to ask them to get up for the elite the rule
i am just a peon of the great system the structure
three of them stood up she refused politely like a lady
i am an employee to follow rules and obey i dont hate any
person whether elite or reserved i dont agree with the system 
mostly but i need to keep my job to feed my fighting children sorry
she was adamant but peaceful and i have to summon the peace keepers
they took her in chains she was calm before a storm collected and beautiful
i am tired
it is getting late i need to go christmas shopping

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