Inner Voice Poems - Poems about 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...

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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...

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Sponsored by: Anoucheka Gangabissoon 13/6/2025 Contest: My Inner voice told me. _________________________________________ 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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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....

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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...

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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...

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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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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 principle...

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