Short Inner Conflict Poems
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When in doubt, simply choose the path of love ~
Head melds with heart and both work hand in glove
Inner conflict ends, will to God we bend ~
It’s the way oh hermit, how we ascend
12-April-2023
A chasm divides us from spiritual realms
Bringing inner conflict as we spiral into chaos
Yet the divide gets deeper with time
Shadowy preachers spew twisted sermons
Steep is the fall from grace
12-13-2021
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.
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...”
inner conflict ends
when there be no seeking
bliss unendingly renews within
because there’s no energy leaking
the seeker who sought has disappeared
all that there is, is presence aware
in equipoise by day and night
dancing with nary a care
silently I sit
although my mind shouts loudly
no one sees how deep
this inner conflict reaches
noiselessly, heart wounds bleed out
Copyright, August 29, 2014
Faye Lanham Gibson
fearful to walk the talk, we balk
mindful eye perceives ego stalk
something’s not right, inner conflict
being tendency to resist
ascension awaits, yet we gawk
28-July-2021
Bite Size Poem no15 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
Back stabbing, finger pointing
He said-she said gossiping
Words soft like the back of a hand
Hitting like a hammer
Other times, spears piercing armor
Maybe it started with a decision
A question of moral dilemma
Inner conflict of a human fault
To be right...
Choose wisely
Inner conflict manifests fear
Yet we still trauma bond with thought
In web of our making thus caught
How can our anguish disappear
No sooner we meld head with heart
Aligned with the love vibration
Each life breath, a celebration
Behold, demons of mind depart
02-April-2022
THREAD OF FIRE
You say you are not worthy to be remembered
Yet, you are that thread of fire!
The one not put out, never extinguished
One sparking a million singing pyres
Your verses breed inner conflict
In turn breeding flames of desire
How dare you concede you're unworthy
When you are that one thread of fire!
Recognising ego as an interface,
brought about because the Self drifts into trance,
waking up from slumber, our steps we retrace,
from head to heart, looking at ego askance,
that doing so, bliss magnetism we embrace,
free from delusion, making erect our stance,
whence inner conflict ends and struggle ceases
and our purified soul does as it pleases.
How often do these tiny blooms
Of sorrow fill my soul?
In songs of fire lit long ago
Left burning by the snow.
How often do these solemn dreams
Speak of my troubled soul?
And sink my heart ten depths apart
From blackened tainted ores.
How often does my ship set sail
To silent, placid shores?
But sing to me of sirens' song
To pull me down below.
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?
Moral values ingrained in one's roots,
Silence, prudent answer to forbidden pursuits.
Is it right or merely an act of people - pleaser's grin?
Inner conflict ponders the teachings that lie within.
A brimming age-old dilemma,
Caught in the tug of will and traditional schema.
In the complexity, we lay dictations;
Quest for validation, only a fiction.
Head and heart estranged, inner conflict is birthed,
so befriending silence, let head meld with heart,
whence doing nothing, truth of Self is unearthed,
divine grace causing bliss ignition to start.
Love dissolves all opposites and once imbibed,
we get to a knowing that can’t be described,
that having relinquished ego’s resistance,
our true presence entwines with all existence.
Brain,
Reign shone,
Brightly on,
Flames of desire,
Tamed the fire,pointed towards consciousness.
Re-Fuelled it,the shameless scarlet queen,
Magnificent,
Beloved,
Cunning,
Heart.
Date : 20th August 2022
Contest: Inner conflict poetry contest
Sponsor: Un seeking seeker
Form : Double tetractys
Number of syllables: 1,2,3,4,10,10,4,3,2,1
Checked from: www.Howmanysyllables.com
Building your space,
you were dying daily
invading the acoustics.
How the continence
was going to help-
living with scars of explosions ?
Mutating into a full-fledged
saintliners, an inner conflict
becomes a profile.
Crawling to a stone
a crayon draws a cell
without incendiary rhetoric ?
Decoding an icon
becomes a daily ritual. From
where will come the write ?
Satish Verma
Don’t get drawn into the battle that’s not yours,
some people have issues, they’re soothing their sores,
they trigger reactions when you should be bored,
and off you go digging removing the floors.
Deep down into negative where there’s no reward
you don’t need to be cocky just be self assured,
their battle’s their battle an ongoing war,
recognise their inner conflict and choose to ignore.
First things first, let us meld head with our heart
Inner conflict ends and we stand erect
This path seems simple but it’s a learnt art
First things first, let us meld head with our heart
With childlike trust and joy, add love to cart
Life becomes blissful, serene and perfect
First things first, let us meld head with our heart
Inner conflict ends and we stand erect
21-January-2022
Consciousness review,
reveals the cause
of inner conflict,
between head and heart,
both standing apart,
so close, yet so far.
Ego dwells in head
and God in our heart.
Periscope vision,
illumines our mind,
with a divine beat,
suffused with bliss mists,
being God’s grace,
showered upon us,
which we can imbibe,
if we’re receptive,
granting right of way,
to throb of love.
Thus, if we be still,
voids within will fill.
The roadmap
Show us the roadmap
to close head-heart gap,
working hand in glove,
thus aligned with love.
Heart’s the seat of soul,
head, discerning role,
to navigate earth,
whilst in bubbling mirth.
Inner conflict ends,
when our ego bends
to voice of conscience,
with devout patience.
Heart is heavens gate.
Why for do we wait?
Go in now, go in.
God’s abode’s within.
15-July-2022
Right now I’ve still got all this fight in me,
even as I wage war with bulletproof;
I’m ready sucker punch for the knockout;
Enemies try but just fall short daily,
hardwired sarcasm explodes with a poof;
This was never an exhibition bout.
What lies deep within will not diminish,
I wish this inner conflict would ease ooph!
I’d gladly laugh and let go of this shout,
but I can’t seem to cross the line finish
the route.
Inner conflicts that I have seem very few.
I don’t stew; nor is there much I rue.
Emotions do not rule me.
I think that is key.
Thus I feel
free,
being real!
I am what you see.
From myself I do not flee.
Mostly I do what I want to do.
Inner conflicts that I have seem very few.
Aug. 18, 2022
for Unseeking Seeker's Inner Conflict Poetry Contest
Form used is Andaree:
lines of 11/9/7/5/3/1/3/5/7/9/11 with rhyme scheme AabbcbcbbaA
You wield a sword of words
that come to no conclusion
Born not from reason rather pain within
that leads you to false perceptions and intrusions
so anger can free itself once again
You hide in darker realms of needs
and stab with the sword of your emotions
inflicting pain to satisfy
in hopes, all are blind to what they see
your soul will die from the emptiness it bleeds
12/5/19
contest If you live by the sword then you will die by the sword
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 will hate you
more
than I already hate
everything else.