The Power of Conflict Poems: Exploring the Depth of Human Emotions

Poetry has always been a powerful medium for expressing emotions, thoughts, and experiences. Conflict poems, in particular, delve into the complexities of human relationships, inner turmoil, and the struggles we face in our daily lives. These poems capture the essence of conflict - both internal and external - and offer a glimpse into the depth of human emotions. In this article, we will explore the theme of conflict in poetry, analyzing various poems that beautifully capture the essence of this universal experience.

Internal vs. External Conflict

Conflict in poetry can manifest in various forms, but it is often categorized as either internal or external. Internal conflict refers to the struggles we face within ourselves - our fears, doubts, desires, and insecurities. External conflict, on the other hand, arises from interactions with others or the external world. Poets often use these contrasting forms of conflict to evoke strong emotions in their readers and offer a nuanced portrayal of the human experience.

Examples of Conflict Poems

"Mending Wall" by Robert Frost

Something there is that doesn't love a wall,
That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it,
And spills the upper boulders in the sun;
And makes gaps even two can pass abreast.
The work of hunters is another thing:
I have come after them and made repair
Where they have left not one stone on a stone,
But they would have the rabbit out of hiding,
To please the yelping dogs. The gaps I mean,
No one has seen them made or heard them made,
But at spring mending-time we find them there.
I let my neighbour know beyond the hill;
And on a day we meet to walk the line
And set the wall between us once again.
We keep the wall between us as we go.
To each the boulders that have fallen to each.
And some are loaves and some so nearly balls
We have to use a spell to make them balance:
'Stay where you are until our backs are turned!'
We wear our fingers rough with handling them.
Oh, just another kind of out-door game,
One on a side. It comes to little more:
There where it is we do not need the wall:
He is all pine and I am apple orchard.
My apple trees will never get across
And eat the cones under his pines, I tell him.
He only says, 'Good fences make good neighbours.'
Spring is the mischief in me, and I wonder
If I could put a notion in his head:
'Why do they make good neighbours? Isn't it
Where there are cows? But here there are no cows.
Before I built a wall I'd ask to know
What I was walling in or walling out,
And to whom I was like to give offence.
Something there is that doesn't love a wall,
That wants it down.' I could say 'Elves' to him,
But it's not elves exactly, and I'd rather
He said it for himself. I see him there
Bringing a stone grasped firmly by the top
In each hand, like an old-stone savage armed.
He moves in darkness as it seems to me,
Not of woods only and the shade of trees.
He will not go behind his father's saying,
And he likes having thought of it so well
He says again, "Good fences make good neighbours."

This famous poem by Robert Frost explores the conflict between tradition and change, as well as the boundaries we create between ourselves and others. The speaker questions the necessity of a wall between neighbors, pondering the meaning of boundaries and the impact they have on our relationships.

"Daddy" by Sylvia Plath

You do not do, you do not do
Any more, black shoe
In which I have lived like a foot
For thirty years, poor and white,
Barely daring to breathe or Achoo.
Daddy, I have had to kill you.
You died before I had time--
Marble-heavy, a bag full of God,
Ghastly statue with one gray toe
Big as a Frisco seal
And a head in the freakish Atlantic
Where it pours bean green over blue
In the waters off the beautiful Nauset.
I used to pray to recover you.
Ach, du.
In the German tongue, in the Polish town
Scraped flat by the roller
Of wars, wars, wars.
But the name of the town is common.
My Polack friend
Says there are a dozen or two.
So I never could tell where you
Put your foot, your root,
I never could talk to you.
The tongue stuck in my jaw.
It stuck in a barb wire snare.
Ich, ich, ich, ich,
I could hardly speak.
I thought every German was you.
And the language obscene
An engine, an engine
Chuffing me off like a Jew.
A Jew to Dachau, Auschwitz, Belsen.
I began to talk like a Jew.
I think I may well be a Jew.
The snows of the Tyrol, the clear beer of Vienna
Are not very pure or true.
With my gipsy ancestress and my weird luck
And my Taroc pack and my Taroc pack
I may be a bit of a Jew.
I have always been scared of you,
With your Luftwaffe, your gobbledygoo.
And your neat mustache
And your Aryan eye, bright blue.
Panzer-man, panzer-man, O You--
Not God but a swastika
So black no sky could squeak through.
Every woman adores a Fascist,
The boot in the face, the brute
Brute heart of a brute like you.
You stand at the blackboard, daddy,
In the picture I have of you,
A cleft in your chin instead of your foot
But no less a devil for that, no not
Any less the black man who
Bit my pretty red heart in two.
I was ten when they buried you.
At twenty I tried to die
And get back, back, back to you.
I thought even the bones would do.
But they pulled me out of the sack,
And they stuck me together with glue.
And then I knew what to do.
I made a model of you,
A man in black with a Meinkampf look
And a love of the rack and the screw.
And I said I do, I do.
So daddy, I’m finally through.
The black telephone’s off at the root,
The voices just can’t worm through.
If I’ve killed one man, I’ve killed two--
The vampire who said he was you
And drank my blood for a year,
Seven years, if you want to know.
Daddy, you can lie back now.
There’s a stake in your fat black heart
And the villagers up the hill
Can see it in the parlor window.
If they peek.
If they peek in the door,
Whose glass is so hard that it rings,
And let’s never conflict again, love!

Sylvia Plath's "Daddy" is a haunting and deeply personal poem that explores the conflict between the speaker and her father. The imagery and language used in this poem evoke a sense of anger, pain, and longing, as the speaker grapples with her complex relationship with her deceased father.

Conflict poems offer a glimpse into the human experience, highlighting the struggles we face in our relationships, our inner worlds, and the external forces that shape our lives. Through the power of poetry, we can explore the depth of human emotions and gain a deeper understanding of the complexities of conflict. These poems challenge us to confront our own conflicts and emotions, offering a cathartic outlet for expression and reflection. As we delve into the world of conflict poems, we are reminded of the universal nature of human struggles and the power of poetry to illuminate our shared experiences.