Inward Poems - Poems about Inward

Ghostly fear forms, a dark gossamer web, caged my consciousness once cradled by bliss but try as I might, my pain did not ebb, hurtling me down a bottomless abyss. Feeling grief-stricken, situation grave, my weary, groaning soul godforsaken, searched for heaven’s gate, so that God may save me from dark despair that left mind shaken. Trauma bonding with fear no more, I...

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An echo is felt, touched, recalled, it drums against our hearts, strikes softly upon the ringing shell of being. An echo hammers upon an open door, it is unconcerned with any closeted desires, it is not ours to interpret. Echo's image comes to us wrapped within a blossoming, an ever-opening vowel of vocalic enticement. Lily-padding slippers tread lightly yet step loudly upon the mind. I welcome all...

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To Me to me your love looks inward you only serve yourself from where I sit, no one else is included even I am left out why did we marry ...

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“We can ascend, if we so choose Making love and light, our heart’s muse” ~ quote by poet Holy Spirit works upon feeble form, without employing any use of force, thus progress is faster, if we conform. Soul turns inward when heart’s filled with remorse, disillusioned with the world external, living internally, changing life’s course. The fire of...

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I've heard the beginning and end of many stories told I've seen life's flame flicker out both young and old But the world keeps turning I've had love conquer and condemn us vay I've seen trenches dug and filled with dreams of the day But the world keeps turning Nobody wants to be truly free Nobody wishes a...

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Placed 14th in : You are or were Always in my Mind Poetry Contest Sponsored by Jay Narain You are Always in my Mind ...

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Diving into the quiet, I find myself Standing still for just a moment Open to all possibilities, dreams and hope I never knew they were there Possibilities exist for us all We are unsure where to look When you find it, you will know There was always this place for us Dreams belong to you and me Yet we can follow ones...

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A washed-out skyscape where mountains climb, only to be ripped apart by small gusts of wayward winds. Is it that my eye is gray, or is the day waiting to be colored? Sky high hues are contained in small paint pots. Our inner artist is looking upon its featureless soul. That unseen picture needs us to complete the rainbows, fill-in the vivid and half-hidden, to add color to...

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A Look Inward At Darkness In The Mortal Soul Strange now rests overburdened seas and hapless stars Undiscovered jungle villages that think all earth is flat Those that slow walk total blindness but never drank in bars And in the tepid night, those that never hit when at bat Yet Nature marches without clock or a smidgeon of guilt It far...

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beauty, not the cherished gift fated to be ravaged by father time, but the enduring kind the naked eyes cannot see. the beauty that resides deep within the crevasse of the soul and shines out like rays of the sun, exploding like a supernova, now and then; that's the kind of beauty that age can never diminish. inward beauty matters infinitely more for it is so true, and lives on beyond the span...

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Acquaintance harmonize praise optimize &aspire serenity convey bestow believe &bolster perceive perform poise persuade &persevere aplomb support ...

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If a man is blessed with outward beauty but lacks the beauty of the soul Never he, true happiness would find! However, If a man lacks outward beauty but is blessed with the fairness of the soul Never he, unhappiness would know! © Demetrios Trifiatis 28 February 2023 _ As always, I would like...

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The years forever lost to time but each moment is perpetual Dreams packed and stored in the instant of the wills inception Centuries of regret erased in the flash of a second baptism Stillness calling us inward —eternally reborn (The New Room: June, 2022)...

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The bark of my knowing is rotting away With grain left exposing what memory betrays Those things I pushed outward root deeply within As the oldest of wood —makes the best violin (Dreamsleep: December, 2021)...

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Looking inward more often lately Is it a sign of age now that I'm over eighty Dwelling on my life Devoid of strive Hope my departure won't be too hasty...

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