Inner Poems - Poems about Inner

Checked by www.howmanysyllables.com>syllable_counter "Time is the wisest counsellor of all.” Pericles ************************************************************** Time Heals Heartbroken Souls ...

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Checked by www.howmanysyllables.com>syllable_counter ************************************************************** Lost The sun sinks low, the shadows grow, No moon is out up high, A chilling breeze begins to blow, With stars up in the sky; I wearily wade my way in...

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," I felt my fingernails digging into his back during a profoundly charged moment. It was striking to see tears streaming down the face of this strong man—he was unguarded! He sighed deeply and reached his climax again and again. This was not just a display of sportsmanship; it was a clear expression of inner...

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Inner voices sound disturbed Behave yourself sent via thoughts Sleep has deserted me, so confused Time to visit long ago scenes Find my friends of time gone by I find myself on the pathway of ocean views Crashing waves and sea gull calls greet me No one around to view my crazy antics Facing the ocean, arms open wide, calling out names A voice...

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M-elodies A-nd R-hythm I-nspire E-ars, A-wakening N-ew N-ote's D-eeply R-ested E-yes, A-s F-inished L-yrics O-f R-ecordings E-levate S-ongs. ©bfa062025 Monocrostic (Birthday of Marie Anndrea I. Flores)...

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Without my pen, the pain becomes my voice. The cruelty of others, the hardness of their hearts, Linger in this place of cult, Where public shaming is currency. I scream for help, face to face, Yet they cast me deeper into despair. Tears bleed red, patience drains, My heart trembles, a silent echo in the vast universe. My eyes never dry, my body...

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A nebulous horizon where old light dies, And silent Shadows from desire's mouth arise. They press against the skin, a whisper in the ear, Yet in their depths, a hidden strength appears. I face their forms, no longer bound by flight, And find my peace in the heart of endless night....

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They told her to quiet her thunder– to fold her voice into corners where no one could trip over it. "Girls who speak too much invite war," they warned. So she stitched her lips with threads of fear and politeness, and swallowed storms like rage was a sin girls weren’t sacred enough to carry. They called it grace when she walked like a whisper. They...

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“The inner journey of piety opens the floodgate of divine bliss” – By Poet I chase the GOSSAMER mirage of the drifting desires in the desolate desert of my GRIEF-STRICKEN existence. I carry my languishing life listlessly across the bleakness along the pitiless pathway of disparaging delusion. Caught in the whirlpool of GHOSTLY mire of mortal being I wander lost with...

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My chest holds echoes none can hear, A hush of thoughts that won’t appear. What once was warm now drifts like mist, A weight unseen, too dense to lift. Each fracture blooms a quieter scar, Where bitter seeds still grow afar. No shore, no flame, no sense of tide— Just vacant halls I roam inside. By day I wear a borrowed face, By night...

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Night wraps me softly in her arms, Whispering secrets, weaving charms. She cradles echoes in my chest, A quiet breath, a gentle rest. Her cloak conceals my hidden scars, Each one a story traced by stars. She treads with footsteps calm and slow, Through empty halls where shadows grow. By day, she hides behind the sun, But when the world is overrun, She dons my...

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Within the circle’s quiet pulse lies a deeper truth: when we shape our ways by kindness, trust takes root. The classroom holds a sacred space, where hearts find hope, and fears erase. Not just a room with desk and board, But a haven where the soul is restored. A whisper heard, a glance that sees— Each moment sown like sacred seeds. Mistakes aren’t...

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"Blackbird" You cannot cage what's born to rise, she blazed beyond their brittle lies. They named her ash, they named her end, but fire learns how not to bend. Her silence cracked the sky in two, she flew where only lightning flew, They heard her cry, not weak–but wise– a battle hymn of "Blackbird" skies....

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Roots in unseen air, Dreams rise where no soil is bare— Freedom lights the heart, Growth chooses its own true way, Dreams weave threads in silent play. ________________________________________________________________ Author’s Note: Roots unseen, yet possibility stirs. Trust quiet moments—freedom sparks growth, weaving dreams in time. ...

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I came with hands unclenched and heart awake, To serve, to teach—for hope and learning’s sake. I walked among the young with humble aim, Yet found the fire I brought met not the same. The gate was open, but the welcome thin, The smiles spoke less than what stirred within. Cold winds blew from those I stood beside, While silence grew where...

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