Inner Voice Poems - Poems about Inner Voice

Lost in the Woods

                                           Lost in the Woods 

			    Strolling in the midst

Inner Voice

       My Inner voice told me to respect
      Universal Moral Values always
      at each step of journey, precise perfect.
      Truth will guide my path in glory and glaze.

      This

An Inner Voice

I had searched for him earlier on,
I needed his urgent assistance,
He was supposed to accompany me to an office and arbitrate on my behalf,
Then I would be able to submit the necessary materials,
He was the only one who could advocate for me.

I lay down on the rugged floor,
It was the morning of the next day,
I

Inner Voice

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I would like to think it's my inner voice.
That would really be my choice.
The words of that voice I hear,
Come to me loud and clear.
It cant be from me, it's way too wise.
Sometimes a warning, the voice implies.
Other times encouragement is what I feel.
Words, often

My Inner Voice Told Me

Johari window;
no one can see through this pane,
where I make my decisions.
my thoughts ala carte,
and not all desirable,
sussed out in my universe;
perplexing to me.
sift through so many pages -
childhood habits and missteps.
when faith came my way,
how divine the candlelight,
the Spirit lighting my path.
electrifying,
sword of positivity 
discerning my every word.
don’t always listen
to the reproof; button up.
shame’s

My Inner Voice Told Me

A plethora of complex verbiage clogs and clutters solemn university tombs,
gem-encrusted sequestered  vaults  impervious on  mountain peak percentage practical basis, 
when express benevolence  enjoins the ultimate in empirical  assessment  on matters,
that ally one disregards at a perilous disbursement as factors in collateral,
As I can amply testify in copious quantities

The Inner Voice

In the dark opaque night within the space of solitude, 
enfolding the languid landscape of my indolent life,
my forsaken journey’s pathway aimlessly meandered
in the gloomy labyrinth of endless agony.

In the live network of intricate unassailable design,
layer on layer, my latticed mind was stratified,
the spiritual strata of the innate awareness aligned
with the unique sagacious patterns of

My Inner Voice Told Me

After a hazardous trip from a far- off district,
With drooping spirits and waning energy,
I alighted at the station to catch the night train,
My heart besieged by memories of a home, left behind.

Like a drop in the ocean,
I quickly merged with the buzzing crowd.
In the blinking light of platform lamps,
I saw a huge crowd- the young

our inner voice tells us

here we are encased in body-mind
feeling incomplete, we wish to expand
we sense there is more to us than this
but who we are we do not understand 

thought and senses are the tools we use
yet form decays and one day we will die
cognition operates in a limited spectrum 
our heart’s secret desire is to wingless fly

trapped

My inner voice

A voiceless whisper always speaks to me,
At times too faint for thought to comprehend,
Yet it speaks—sometimes even loud and clear—
To warn of danger or to guide to blessings.

Most times, its voice grows clearer when ignored,
But when I heed its prompt, it comes true,
It then fades~
like a whisper lost in the wind,
and like a dream slipped

My Inner Voice Told Me

There was a D.J. at a club where I
would go some weekend nights and dance till late.
Not gorgeous, but an entertaining guy,
he called me up and asked me on a date.

It took me by surprise. I thought why not?
Something inside me did not feel right though,
My inner voice told me perhaps I ought
to just stay

my inner voice

Be a still shadow when the void is 
smeared 
onto concrete walls.
The void—
a deafening drone—
devours shadows that dare speak.

It closes in, fast—
in my head it whispers:
Join us. You are
hollowed enough
to blend in without fault.

I sit still—
because I was told: 

If I move—If I shiver— 
I become the smeared void.

My Always Inner Voice

I walked past headstones old and crumbling and others newer,
past decaying flowers and planted flowers and fake flowers:
while hidden birds sang me a symphony and squirrels scampered,
and then, I was standing at the family grave reading the names,
Mom had just died, dad, my sister and grandma were gone too;
just names engraved in cold stone for

My Inner Voice Told Me

I made a mistake was young and stupid 
I had no guidance as a young adult
Found myself pregnant thanks to Cupid
felt strangely this woman was in a cult

She invited me to bible study
When I got there I felt unsure
It was in a private home
And everyone seemed overly invested 

They wanted to pray over me
They locked

What My Inner Voice Told Me Simon Says

My inner voice, is a two-faced bard,
That takes all credit when a win is starred.
But slinks away and hides when the outcome,
Doesn't match what it said, what's to become.

Can I read its doubt in the quiver of its sage?
Or in the mumbled, jumble of its feeble grab to engage?
It can be so assertive when it

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