External Poems - Poems about External

We all have inner and outer lives. They’re messy, hopelessly intertwined, and more than mere mannequins to hang our word-art upon. I’m supported, in my unwritten life, by a structure of moods, both affine and counter-expressive. I’m, in turns, a tightly wound vagabond, an over-busy, fretful, unhappy liar (for what I will not share) and a happy, truthful mess (for what I...

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Your beauty isn't just external, Like diamond, its even eternal. ...

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Once again the silvery moon has pilfered the golden sun Total eclipse is upon me, time has elapsed suspending orange Twilight’s begun on the orb’s descending softer glow Veiled in twilight… ...

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More recently, l’ve romanticized the idea of falling in love through silence. Maybe it's because my mother pushes love on me through her tongue. Maybe it's because I prefer the inner monologue of myself rather than what I think others perceive me as. I don't want to faze the mind of whom I desire by saying I do...

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“The External World of the Internal” when the Internal finally woke up, it was like all the words in that book, flew at It like flaming arrows, an external barage, a tale, of trading 10 for 50, a poetic hot mess of words it was a rude awakening from the comfort of that internal place, where once it slept, sharp shards flew...

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Written: December 10, 2023 ________________________________________ A lengthwise lexicon for fulfilling any fantasy. Trapped in a landslide and given up by reality, In this vagrancy, the rocket derives no delight. Aigrette that unlocks the cosmos for sight. Admire splendor; the cosmos surely does. Each display case contains a galaxy in space. And...

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A view, looking brand new On the outside, clean and surprisingly Inside scene Covered up In disguise Internal scars Wounds, hurtful past Beginnings, the last. External to internal Unseen Unreal Feelings A great fake outside view For all to see A terrible horrible internal cause Lost for words A huge pause. Time has come Out from bondage The cover is pulled off Aired disposed of laundry. Setbacks, obstacles moved away A brighter future Much more enjoyable and better...

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Come what may in November Important to remember Even if spoken in jest Please do not ingest! 5/2/2020 This poem was inspired by Jan Allison’s comment today on one of my poems. Thank you, Jan, for the inspiration!...

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Shh...they speak as I drift into an unwaking sleep. The slowly whispers a lullaby. As spiders crawl down my body they bed for me to go into an unforgotten sleep. My veins fill with the longing dark poison. I do not weep nor prosper with despair. Each one putting a black dagger through my heart. Blood by blood,...

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Blood by blood, my unforgiving sins unravel. Each one putting a black dagger through my heart. I do not weep nor prosper with despair. My veins fill with the longing dark poison. As spiders crawl down my body they beg for me to go into an unforgotten sleep. They slowly whispers a lullaby. Shh...they speak...

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External desires Long veiled lashes, obscure thoughts Blink, but do not see. (January 24, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin) (c) Copyright 2011 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved...

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