Posts tagged ‘conflict’

January 8, 2018


by Renwick Berchild

Storms have no vows to speak,
refineries of ejecta and longing,
streaked with insurmountable ugliness and beauty –
polarities is what I’m talking about.
The voyeur in love with chastity, the bones unhollow
and growing on skin as hair,
light as a panther walking on the promenade.
It’s all to me, quite riveting.

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October 17, 2017


by Venkat

*Alliteration Poem – Crazy*

12th Oct’17  ~by Venkat
Corners curl, covered chameleons

Crumple cliches, clouds clone

Clock clawed, chirps cease

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September 9, 2017

Substitute Teacher

by Abigail Gronway

A substitute teacher came today
Your absence to fill

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August 16, 2017

Dichotomy (tanka)

by Abigail Gronway

Without is sunshine
new green, a warm gentle breeze—

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January 22, 2017


by adiscardedplant


Conflict is not a monster that sets us apart;
conflict is but a benefactor disguised so smart.

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January 3, 2017


by Renwick Berchild

Make up your mind.

Do you believe you are a star
falling to earth?

Heavenward is the water
rising from the ocean back into your hands.

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May 22, 2015

Contused And Conflicted

by KeiB

I’m black and blue all over
Feels like four rounds with Ali
But the bruises are invisible
Because my opponent is me

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April 30, 2015

Untitled III

by KeiB

black words, white paper
black shadow, white snow

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March 7, 2014

Loop: Truth Wonderful

by Venkat

Riding atop a wave
Wave of freedom
Freedom of mind

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February 27, 2014

The Common Thread

by Venkat

To disagree, our true nature
If not, we are not open enough
To diverge, our real need
If not, we are within shells

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February 11, 2014

Rhymeless Truth

by Venkat


The tangible worlds
We try to perfect
To match to our thought

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September 24, 2013

Choka: Syrian Perfume

by Bastet


Syrian Perfume

I dream of jasmine,
Fiery Syrian hillsides,
Nobel Saladin.
Ebb and flow of history,
Age-old conflicts rage,

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August 25, 2013


by wordypenguin

It brings tears to my eyes
To see the world ripping at the seams
While I sit here alone at home
Thinking of all I can in my dreams

As I close my eyes
I think of my innocence
Being drowned in the sea
Of pain and violence

Tears roll down the eyes of corpses
Staining the water with blood red
Torn souls and broken hearts
The courage within torn to shreds

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