Conflict Poems
To God Be the Glory
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
This candle burns slowly —and with the severity of courage
We pick our way with utter caution down the bombarded stairway
One thing is certain: we must flee from this scoffing pillage.
Aided by fluttering tallow, our vision is haunted by the airway.
A Logician’s Lament
by Oliver Foreman
Day comes again, the sun is in the sky.
Predictable again, the sun is never shy.
Night comes again, the sun is nigh to die.
To say otherwise; To say a lie.
I count the stars, a finite crowd.
I count my wishes, a finite cloud.
I see my blood, I count it too.
A finite world of finite views.
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New World
by Camron Thompson
Destined to fall, but to forever stand back up
The weight of all that tries so hard to break me
Not a victim I will become so forever I stand
Here I perceive, in this gorgeous, beautiful land
Stone placed by all of those in front of me
Creating a pit where they should all be thrown
Ricochet and deflect of all the comes my way
They surround me as to put an ending pressure
Nothing new to me, so call me well-versed
Standing strong for all that do not believe
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Gold is Best
by Leo W
Gold is best, we all agree
A timeless thing of beauty
Gold is merit, gold is wealth
Olympic medals, trophy shelf
Men pray for gold, or go to war
Or break into the jewelry store
To hell with frankincense and myrrh!
The wisest wise man brought it first
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79. Still Adjacent
by Kea Campbell
Pardon my bluntly put, but people won't endure your fits and pricks much too long.
Even the wolves won't bite your lies. They're not afraid—they'll blitz your prongs.
The same thought creeps around my consciousness like an intruder in my home away from home,
Because there's a con in my house; a mole next door. I fancy a safe space and peace—all alone
Contouring your entourage is a classic precocious assimilation tactic.
Polygraphs haunt you in your sleep because you worship gossip as if it’s a situational prophylactic.
Your narc addiction is narcissistic. Strangers defy perspective and get hooked into your rave,
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Rockets over Iran versus rockets over Israel
by Mario Odekerken
Rockets over Iran,a sky cracked with fire,
cities hushed beneath sirens, prayers rising
in smoke.
Rockets over Israel,walls trembling in the dark,
children sleep in shelters,dreams pierced by fear.
Different soil,same echo,
metal falls without a name,
and the earth forgets who started it.
Message from the Cathedral
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
Between the altar
and the belfry of the village cathedral,
an ancestral differenceꓽ age-long toll of the bell
and
historic quiet —
all to measure the heartbeat of man
and ascertain the valour in him.
It's wartime, we are sadly reminded!
The sounds of bombs come with both
Heart-cracking noise and necropolis-silence.
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79. Still Adjacent
by Kea Campbell
Pardon my bluntly put, but people won't endure your fits and pricks much too long.
Even the wolves won't bite your lies. They're not afraid—they'll blitz your prongs.
The same thought creeps around my consciousness like an intruder in my home away from home,
Because there's a con in my house; a mole next door. I fancy a safe space and peace—all alone
Contouring your entourage is a classic precocious assimilation tactic.
Polygraphs haunt you in your sleep because you worship gossip as if it’s a situational prophylactic.
Your narc addiction is narcissistic. Strangers defy perspective and get hooked into your rave,
......
To God Be the Glory
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
This candle burns slowly —and with the severity of courage
We pick our way with utter caution down the bombarded stairway
One thing is certain: we must flee from this scoffing pillage.
Aided by fluttering tallow, our vision is haunted by the airway.
A Logician’s Lament
by Oliver Foreman
Day comes again, the sun is in the sky.
Predictable again, the sun is never shy.
Night comes again, the sun is nigh to die.
To say otherwise; To say a lie.
I count the stars, a finite crowd.
I count my wishes, a finite cloud.
I see my blood, I count it too.
A finite world of finite views.
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