Surrender

Waving my white flag, I’ll wave it for you

Tired of the battles, sick of the war
My sword has broken in two
Jaded by the constant conflict
Consumed and overwrought

Waving my white flag, I’ll wave it for you

Mind weary and body worn
Nothing left for me to construe
Give it my all, until there is nothing left
Nothing left  for me to give at all

Waving my white flag, I’ll wave it for you

Now yours to govern and rule
Must retreat, ready to say adieu
To the everlasting struggle and duel
Ready to trust again in our peace

Waving my white flag, I’ll wave it for you

I quit, I succumb to your reasoning
Reminisce, we were one of the few
Taking off the amour I felt I needed
Stepping off the battlefield of love

Waving my white flag, I’ll wave it for you

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I wish it was this easy. To wave a white flag and have peace. I like this poem. I could feel the emotion of sadness and need for war to end. I like the story and the ending. Maybe a white flag is a needed symbol to show the desire of the people who are tire of war and violence. A outstanding poem. You made your point.
Coyote

[Matthew Kult]

Sometimes I feel I need a white flag just so she will just stop before worse becomes disasterous. It's all apart of life, it's all apart of the real world, and I was pulled into this. Great write.

Regards,

Matthew

[Pax Analog]

The best aspect of this poem for me, dealing as it does w/that perennial bugbear of intimate relational continuities, is the tone. It wins by surrendering -- since the battleground is one of two losers, as nobody actually wins arguments. Love is the only winner. Sometimes it walks away, sometimes it stays, but it never suffers the delusion that emotive intimate arguments are intrinsically winnable.

Also, speaking from experience, that appalled feeling one gets falling into this kind of discord, when one thinks one is past all that, all too frequently said strife doesn't seem to be ABOUT anything, save the peculiar chemical catalysts of the moment. There is no way out but changing the channel, surrendering the peculiar battlefield.

A man worth his salt in this situation, reading this addressed to him, would surrender in kind, realizing the only win is joining the white flag brigade.

Good, important writing about a universal situation.

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Life is too short to spend it arguing, when we love someone then there is always room to compromise... thats when you stick to subjects that bond you. I thought of that great song by Dido as I read this... beautiful work.

[NoneOfYourBusiness akaK..]

the subject matter tended tenderly with forethought and care~

[Lilly]

Lovely message and well written - nice work

[Misty Blue Eyes]

i hate fighting ...no matter an argument or a fight... they make me ill to the core.. i love this poem

[Lydia Blackwell]

very nice. arguments are overrated. lol.

[Marie Harrison]

Your poem was fluid with it's flow. I enjoyed the rhyme and the message too. Lovely.