Argument Poems

Argument poems that are original and profound. Explore a brilliant collection of argument poetry that you can’t stop reading. These poems on argument are published by poets from all over the world and are sure to keep you High On Poems!

True God

True God short poem

What is God- thy name be there! Had you been your equal peeper. Debate, dispute, dueling mass! Over there to save their God, do muss. I laugh thinking, “God be saved!” Ha! But I knew else that we to be

Storming Out During Blackberry Season

Storming Out During Blackberry Season long poem

somewhere out on the island after a bitter flight one of those roads where they let the timber stand stuck to the blind undulations in the landscape peaks and troughs more or less permanent just an empty place for wildlife

Love Judgment

Love Judgment short poem

You and me, both have names But love has one that does have fame From time immemorial when life’s dream yet to born From a conch’s world that blew a song: A song of heaven, a smile of joy Where

Windows Painted Closed

Windows Painted Closed short poem

Her words spit out as I feign interest with a nod. Then silence, A forceful pause, Her stern gaze pries. Though I’ve learned to hate her way, My words come out wrong. “I will not go!” “I will not be

Poems containing references to : Argument

Soul’s Quest

Souls Quest short poem

Soul, What is happiness? The feel we get when we defeat someone? Or the one which we get when we know that we have won someone? Is it the winning of an argument? And the losing of a friend? Or

Forever mine

Forever mine short poem

It was first an argument, then it became a fight, it was almost over, when I called him last night Fear was running after, silent I was for a while, knowing that he was right, I said sorry with a

Second Fiddle

Second Fiddle prose poem

I once knew a teacher who occasionally used the word ‘fiddle’. If perhaps he deemed something untrue or irrelevant; Or if annoyed by students or otherwise disagreeable; he would simply say, “fiddle sticks”. In the instrumental world of music, a

Her

Her prose poem

You want the girl that wears pretty flowing dresses and floral Vans. Not the girl who wears mismatched brightly coloured trainers With odd socks and jumpers that would be more suited a boy on the Nickelodeon channel in 1996. You

He Is The Man That

He Is The Man That long poem

Who said that dawn doesn’t know him? Yes … Who has said that? He is secreting night when the sunset flows to poem end ; the flute, which surrendered stealthily to the day song, it runs away from the maze

Stubborn

Stubborn short poem

I’ve never been very good at listening. I imagine that I resonate with a piece of you that reminds me of the same piece of me. When I come face to face with this piece. I realize that not everything

Silence

Silence short poem

Silence in crowded place is like a mirage in desert Silence after failing in Exams is like a darkness in the Noon Silence in Hospital is like a noose around the neck Silence between the couple is like a volcano

The Bongo Player

The Bongo Player long poem

Dressed in my black clothes With Maryanne in her black hose We sit in the Beatnik Café Our faces grotesque Over candle glow And while Maryanne asks a question The answer to nobody knows My eyes fall upon the bongo

Vivid Legacy Of A Voiceless Legend

Vivid Legacy Of A Voiceless Legend long poem

Hours before the birth of the gem, There was an affectionate argument between them; Her father said, ”Watch my child change the state as a minister”, To which her mom quipped, ”No she’ll deliver unbiased justice as a barrister.” When

The Trial Of Our Lives

The Trial Of Our Lives prose poem

Here I am, Standing in the dock once again. For the evil one had sought and gotten an appeal of God’s prior judgement. With his legal standing, The devil named me as the respondent. And intiatiated the service of progress

Truth

Truth short poem

Heated argument insults flying, blaming denying openly crying, perfectly constructed a natural born lair you are! Knowing just how to twist that knife this tale has become your life with shutters you walk with rehearsals you talk unjustified lies you

Mama Earth

Mama Earth prose poem

Isn’t this a wonderful planet we call Earth, with conflicting ways of how she was given birth? In The Holy Bible it’s by God’s Hands how everything thing was formed, even man. But science well, they have a different story,

Quarrel N Conflict

Quarrel N Conflict short poem

Quarrel amongst kids is like a mist which dissolves in few moments Quarrel amongst siblings is like a passing cloud which threatens to rain but ultimately shine Quarrel amongst friends is like lightening which emits light and current but fizzles

Love Or Pain!

Love Or Pain! short poem

My love, We are like cats & dogs, We no longer see eye to eye, Always complaining about everything, Our house is now a courtroom, Cases that never end, Only a judge is missing, Tell me something my love, Is

Who Is She?

Who Is She? long poem

To those of you who do not know her I think I have a lot to say about her Her simplicity only makes me ponder That there can never be any other one like her To my excellent Cecilia The

Just Another Day

Just Another Day ballad

Bloodshot eyes in heads so wise, they queued outside the door The men whose work began right there, at Tommy’s on the moor. Hands thrust deep in pockets to betray the shaking bones Of weather-beaten fingers whence they laboured sand

The Un Expected

The Un Expected short poem

We seldom expect the unexpected We were preparing to go to work We got agitated for small discomfort We shouted and blamed each other for nothing We felt life is ruined because of our mismatch We prayed this be the

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The Siege

The Siege short poem

Dual fall of the brass. From the bine, from the bliss of flower strength. An apparition of infiniteness of agony. Becoming one with failures. It tends to stay and enters the forbidden city of endless gods.Me beseeching, imploring to remain

The Silver Lining

The Silver Lining short poem

You came into my barren world When I had fallen short of life With beautiful dreams ever dreamt of Filling colors to each and every dream of mine With the dazzling aroma of the shining moon With the soothing breeze

Lay Me Down

Lay Me Down long poem

cold water laved across my brow in my eyelashes seeping across my cheekbones the beginning of a flood I felt this fever coming joints going loose strange music creeping into every sound lashing out unfinished the jug of orange juice

Eternity

Eternity short poem

An exotic world,never dreamt off Mystified thoughts gone through Enslaved from earthly bond Ruthful darkness no more haunting Howling soul in search of other Found my own reflection over’n over Elegance of moment pulls me harder To prodigious circle of

Frequently Asked Questions

Frequently Asked Questions short poem

I am left dangling between Conformity and Freedom So… What do I choose from? The Damocles sword or the Carrot? Cognition or Intuition? Accordance or Independence? What do I chose from? Existence or Living? Submission or Expression? Precision or Exaggeration?

Break

Break prose poem

From the dizzy heights of my blind, blind love, From the darkest abyss of my sins, From the broken shards of your words that hurt, From the silence throbbing madly in my ears, From the rotten skin that I’ve been

Fade Away

Fade Away short poem

So here I am again laying in our bed. Wishing you could see me, but you cant ’cause I’m dead. I try to scream, but make no sound. You say goodbye as my tears hit the ground. You never even

Behind The Window

Behind The Window prose poem

The Window// (1) Behind the window, when clouds descend down over houses planted into mud, and seeds wake up, clock-hands go back to zero. Cottony fogs veil visions, so we might look inside, then I see a dewy dove carrying

God’s Masterpiece

Gods Masterpiece short poem

Nature …God’s eternal artisan knows not the language of consistency… every second it… sketches …the grace of a flying seagull etches …the silence of the dark moon eclipsed by the cotton clouds paints ….the vibrancy of the morning sun on

Autumn’s Red Hair

Autumns Red Hair short poem

My name has been written in a piece of letter, waiting for me to come for a warm conversation. I was lost… I was swimming into the imagination of the melancholy. Leaves were embraced in the street. It was autumn.

Autumn

Autumn short poem

The red, orange, yellow and gold Flamboyant falling leaves Stirs the autumn in my heart Compelling me to believe To love life’s every color with same vigor Why winter seems so long Fall so short Couldn’t it be longer My

Choking

Choking short poem

Like a quivering leaf climbing unreachable thighs of a cloud in naked shelter of sun. I lament the fall of a colossus who would not live in a glass house. Ash smeared on face a name walks on the book

Son Of Shiva

Son Of Shiva short poem

Why do you sigh and ponder, pinned under the misery of millions? Awake, Almighty son of Shiva. Shield us all from a wretched plight Wipe our eyes, we know thy might blow the conch and pick your goad it’s time

A glimpse at your beauty

A glimpse at your beauty prose poem

Nothing captivates me Other than your intimidating eyes Like they are meant to hypnotize Sometimes mysterious, sometimes cheerful Sometimes hiding the pain behind the moist Yet perfectly beautiful are your angel eyes. Just as if this wasn’t suffice God blessed

The Good Fight

The Good Fight short poem

Into the bowels of my being I go, searching for who I am. Far out into the
 Universe
 I search, as far
 as the eye can see. So many questions
 I have, but true answers
 a rare commodity. Frustrations mount,

I’m Not Him

Im Not Him short poem

Well you say he used to and it felt so good well don’t compare me to him, I’m Not Him…I love you but I won’t live in his shadow you say why don’t you do it just every now and

The Lost Generation

The Lost Generation short poem

Sitting on the lap of a moonbeam transcript of a gender plays with the gun. Manhood was at stake I will meet you in a cauldron. I was arrested in the house, was moving from planet to planet. Cavernous words

Life, And You See It

Life, And You See It short poem

When life hits, it doesn’t pull its punches; It hits harder than you would think but is not as bad as you would perceive. When you are withdrawn from its reach it will eventually catch up, and like an angry

Prejudice A Scourge

Prejudice A Scourge prose poem

A scourge Of mankind. Hate A person Before we talk and walk That is no way Right. It is every way Wrong. want a special kind Of prejudice. wish to pre-judge Everyone beautiful Lovely gorgeous Redeemed Forgiven And love them