Best Inner Conflict Poems

You wield a sword of words
that come to no conclusion
Born not from reason rather pain within
that leads you to false perceptions and intrusions
so anger can free itself once again

You hide in darker realms of needs
and stab with the sword of your emotions
inflicting pain to satisfy
in...

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As the sunsets
And the moon rises
The birds set to go home
A heart wanders and wonders
Seeing the deep waters
The secrets that lies beneath
Of fairies and demons
Ruled by an owl creek
Stories that are multi-fold 
And dark shadows to behold....

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life tests by fire
finds soul tiring
rewire head-heart...

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For Unseeker Seeker 
Inner Conflict 
Poetry Contest
13 / August / 2022

I instantaneously after reading this
thought this one has got my name 
all over it and is just for mr

The best and only possible way I could
try to explain how my inner conflict
manifests itself to me...

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Hush-
For there is a whisper in my head
What it speaks I dear to hear, 
I dread-
It’s filling me with doubt and fear
Two careless emotions
not needed here

It isn’t fair why
do I care to compare
My self with others
Is this but a human trait? 
Beneath is reckless confuse...

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I didn’t ask you to come.
You came anyway--
like sympathy could scrub
the blood off my breath.
Don’t you see?
My grief is mine.

You’re holding tissues
like they matter.
You’re speaking
like you understand.
You don’t.
Not the burn. Not the echo.

Let me fall.
Let me break and
crawl through it--
I need the splinters
to feel like...

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We heavily consider the value of existence,
For a quest of bias, a path of prole resistance,
Assess our inner selves clearly and briefly,
Our goals have gotten us afar deeply.

Skepticism conveys the root of all hatred,
If there is vital strife, tempers are shattered,
Reason and fact provide the...

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I operate in abundance of extremes,
Flirtish to skittish; kind-hearted to mean
I am a tolerant bigot or a emotional stoic
Yet everyone around me don’t even know it

The tug-o-war of conflicting interests 
Both teams in an endless contest
To control my fast twitch reflex
Of my best defence; verbal...

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How often do these tiny blooms 
Of sorrow fill my soul?
In songs of fire lit long ago
Left burning by the snow.

How often do these solemn dreams
Speak of my troubled soul?
And sink my heart ten depths apart
From blackened tainted ores.

How often does my ship set sail
To...

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Words rest on my tongue,
sharp and heavy,
like shattered glass,
aching to spill.

But as they press against my lips,
ready to slice their way out,
a voice pulls me back:
They are not worthy of your fire.

And I pause.
I ask myself—
what’s stronger?
The urge to make them bleed,
or the strength to...

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You hold a story of me that is not mine,
the version that smiles,
makes polite conversation,
tells just enough truth
to keep you satisfied.

But you’ve never witnessed the war.
How I fight against the silence,
how it curls into my lungs
until breathing is tantamount to failure.

I wake some mornings
to the...

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The battle in your chest
Would make a strong heart tremble;
But I braced against the test:
Survival’s not so simple.

We marched until the boots
Split  seams from heavy wear;
My mother’s troubled roots
Turned  gray with every scare.

The hand that gripped my arm
Was scarred from every fray;
At every...

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You tell me to stop
How can I
When the porcelain play never stops
It has to keep going
For the crowd 

Yet, the cracks...
They are slowly taking over
Slowly breaking 
my so carefully built play
my life
my happiness 
The cracks get bigger, can they see? 
no amount of joy can...

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In mental stasis, I remain,
Moving restlessly, never inane.
Nomadic actions, thoughts immobile,
A dichotomy within, deeply hostile.

Self-pity offers a deceptive release,
A dopamine hit, a false sense of peace,
Clawing at myself, seeking the thrill,
Lacerating tendons, a need to fulfil.

Red-handed, pale-hearted, I stand,
Distanced, departed, to the unknown land.
Uncharted, unguarded,...

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Balancing midst them both, two lives at once.
Split down the middle and torn at the seams.
Tiptoe the balance beam, pleasing the ones 
who know only one side of things.

Confliction, a way of life down to the core. 
From every angle, two people ‘twould seem.
Not yet...

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