Best Inwards Poems

Inspired by Andrew Wyeth Watercolor Painting -- Wind From the Sea, 1947




Standing in the old house
A strange mixture of feelings erupt within me
My roommates Depression,...

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“The Dissolving Heart” 

How many keys
played for seeds 
bleeding a life

read, received 
cast out 
in the left field 

planted in the heart
of karma to become
new...

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Skulking between the thinning clumps 
Of tattered sedge
A balding coot despondently calls,
Scratching Blackbirds scutter deeply 
Into a Hawthorn hedge;
Whilst, creeping stealthily,
Gathering darkness onwardly crawls.

The blackened...

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I don't look at stars anymore.
As a boy I would sneak out into the night
to hear the horses and barn mice
chewing over their hurts and...

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The Dilettante Diaries: “Freshwater”



This is how it begins
Opposite side of the chequered board
Black and White, a game to win
The 50 Move Rule flirts consequences
of a...

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Tonight 
in the Heavens sky 
A journey inwards 
Begins unravelling out

Golden moondogs kiss 
Sweetheart sparkles 
Drawing one circle 
ring around a rose 

Warmly embracing silk...

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Life started out pretty well, of that I won’t complain,
Somehow then I lost it, god knows I can’t explain.
Melancholy has taking over, Good times have...

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"The Internal Garden"



Inwards ever inwards
overgrown with jungle 
my weeds bloom 
eventually into 
the most exotic flowers
colours exquisite 
vibrant and unknown
breaking the external barriers
within the one...

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I sit on my couch on the terrace watching the dawn.
The struggling sun is still hugging the eastern mountains.
It shines with a shy orange hue...

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Inspired by Andrew Wyeth Watercolor Painting -- Wind From the Sea, 1947




Standing in the old house
A strange mixture of feelings erupt within me
My roommates Depression,...

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I looked at the horrible faces,
agnostic,
I look at the beautiful faces,
pristine,
I looked for a summer in the midst of winter,
and for repose in a gruelling...

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the human entity that feels
employs body as a springboard
in bondage to gender and tendencies
looking outwards then reviewing inwards
the pulse of duality from fulcrum of oneness
celebrating...

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Not a true Choka...but uses a 5,7,7,5,7,7 format 
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Chill, steaming vapour;           
Silence...

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The winter solstice time is no longer celebrated as it once was, with the understanding that this is a period of descent and rest, of...

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From near and far I hear the bells
their clear tones ring an ancient hymn
from long ago, ‘oft sung by men
in long white robes, at belfry’s...

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