Inner Conflict Poems - Poems about Inner Conflict

Inner Conflict

They say she was a caring mum
and liked by all she knew;
but now she's jailed for killing folk
(and mutilated two!)

Never Safe

Never Safe

I’ve never felt safe, if I may be so bold,
No warm shelter from nights so cold
If walls were strangers, far or near,
This silent place was built from fear.
Their smiles were teasing, sharp and sly,
Their hug a blade, an unspoken lie.
I’ve had to breathe without a sound,
Hid my tears, kept pain unbound.
At night I whispered

Don’t You Dare Stay, Don’t You Dare Leave

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 proof
that I was touched at all.

And yet,
if you leave now
I

Silence Cuts Deep

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 walk away
and let their silence swallow them whole?

The Cold Hutch

Living in the sunless cold hutch of till death do us apart, sits a chipping soul.

Never had he thought she did be a blotch of many shades.
Spitting and pouring scorn on his dreams of a happy home.

“What? Are you even a man? Your mates are out there...”

Seen, Not Saved

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 sound of me thinking my own thoughts,
too loud, too sharp,
examining

Inner Wars

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 step that harmed,
My heart would start to sway.

You beat time

Confliction

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 discovered a way to be more, 
so both lives are

Porcelain Play

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 seal them now.
The crowd, it laughs. I'm glad. They don't

Inner Conflict

life tests by fire
finds soul tiring
rewire head-heart

Ansgt

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, my soul's domain,
Discarded, disregarded, from my own disdain.
That started from

Splitting

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 offence. 

Shutting people down from entering my mind
When I see

Grave Kitchen and Skies Conflicts

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 basis of love,
They've ne'er started, and ne'er seen above.

When deep

Inner Conflict

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.

Inner Conflict I

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 is this

Imagine if you will my life as a out

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