Inner Conflict Poems

Inner Conflict poems bring the best collection of short and long inner conflict poetry. Poems for him and her and every poetry lover. These great inner conflict rhymes are so amazing they will touch your heart and keep you craving for more. Hope you find your own deep meanings in these inner conflict poems. They are decent, rhyming, free spirited and true. Thoughts on inner conflict are here for you.

Conflict With God

Conflict With God short poem

I may not be aware of what Life has taught me but one thing is sure God teaches me every moment I live I curse the almighty for all the injustice he has done to me But I do go

Inner Beauty

Inner Beauty prose poem

Some days, I sit and dream of being something beautiful. I dream of being the sweet flower in every person’s garden, Or the little butterfly that every child loves. I dream of being the magnificent peacock, flaunting every gorgeous feather,

Inner Voices

Inner Voices short poem

traveling backward in dark to meet my father I held the hands of my grandchild in broken dawn of random spring to collect the lost years of old house where we could not meet and he sat feet resting on

The Confused Conflict

The Confused Conflict short poem

Dare you bid a farewell , To night and forest , In your day’s work , And your night’s rest . A she a she a she , A he a he a he , Dream in the day of

True Inner Feelings

True Inner Feelings long poem

How do you feel? Is a question I hate No point explaining; you cannot relate I don’t want to talk I don’t want to share You could be sincere I really don’t care What’s on your mind? another bad line

Quarrel N Conflict

Quarrel N Conflict short poem

Quarrel amongst kids is like a mist which dissolves in few moments Quarrel amongst siblings is like a passing cloud which threatens to rain but ultimately shine Quarrel amongst friends is like lightening which emits light and current but fizzles

The God Of Conflict

The God Of Conflict short poem

The story isn’t old The plot will everlast The place was still and cold The plague was spreading fast The people had a sign Their high priest had a task They tore their robes in sin He wore his holy

Conflict Within

Conflict Within prose poem

Humans are animals, same as the rest. We sprung up from the same womb as all animals do. What makes us different is what’s in our heads? We think, we plan, we build, we progress. Human minds have grown to

Inner Squall

Inner Squall short poem

Standing in this windy night under the sky in its violet light screams of the wind, its sounds blowing everything whatever it found watching the flashes of the sky thunder lightening up so high seeing this climate change violent mode

Let’s Fly With Your Inner Wings

Lets Fly With Your Inner Wings long poem

Open the curtains of your eternal eyes, Ties your waist and ready for the journey of highs, It’s your time to stand up and rise, It’s your time to do or die, To become the self edify, To explore the

Inner Strength

Inner Strength short poem

Her face was a canvas for his fists. Her mind, a sponge to absorb his taunts. Her heart, a dart board to field his barbs. But her face was aglow with a radiance Secure in the fact that she had

Inner Pains

Inner Pains prose poem

Steaming pain, Timing pays, Hate these days, Sadness In my brain, Why is there pain, In my veins, This must be the day, I admit my sins, I can’t do much, I get yelled at a lot, I get bad

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Yearn short poem

The best kind of face is a familiar face But not entirely; something that screams safe But isn’t; someone driving four wheels but maybe not all four someone with routines; No. He should call me at the Devil’s hour Whisk

Into The Woods

Into The Woods prose poem

She went into the woods, Running till she breathed her last… She was thunderstruck and horrified to the core!!! Like she was hiding from the demons which abode in her She was distressed; thinking about what the future beheld for

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What Kind Of Freedom Is This

What Kind Of Freedom Is This long poem

Our freedom began with the historic words At the midnight when the world sleeps India will awake we did wake to freedom It’s now the sixty ninth year of freedom But what sort of freedom is this A handful of those

Life Is Not A Guess

Life Is Not A Guess short poem

Life is not a guess, neither taking up of a stress; It’s a divine beauty, to respect it is our duty; Whatever may be the conflict, you need to face: It’s not a race, so slow down your pace. Live

Dream Of Love

Dream Of Love short poem

On a neurotic Night I lay in bed Awaiting sleep That never Came….. I closed my eyes To establish An inertia Of dreams… An inner carousel Within me Revolves… Flashing A power point presentation of The precious Moments Spent in

Concoction Of Love

Concoction Of Love short poem

In touch with my inner feelings, The emotions of loving and being loved, Spanning from admiration to adulation, Reflecting all diversity of love, With a silent glance, Eyes speaking volumes. A gentle whispering kiss, I flap my wings to soar,

My Suitcase

My Suitcase prose poem

A big red box, my suitcase, tucked under my bed. Is the box merely a box? No, I’m afraid. Bearing throws, bearing blows, bearing scratches, sporting patches. Generously forgiving, my wheeled travel companion, emerging to unite with me on the


Unwanted long poem

She came into this world with a healthy loud cry. She was so very excited but, things looked awry. There were no happy smiles to greet her arrival., She had no clue, she had caused such upheaval. She was not

The Poetry Of Life

The Poetry Of Life long poem

I feel the tiredness of my years, those quiet times when breath appears in melting mosaic imagery, upon the mirrors of a sea that only calls so many names, through pious sunlit tortured flames that scrape themselves away from light,

Your Choice

Your Choice short poem

It was my ambition to be a poet My conscious mind demanded of me To write more and more But the unconscious mind warned Not to listen to the conscious mind The conflict between them I kept aside To me,

Voices Within

Voices Within short poem

If emotions were sounds, And feelings could be heard, What would be the loudest? And would some be unheard? Huff-puff, rattle, grunts and slurs! Would we just hear random noises? Whistles, whispers, shouts and roars! Or beautifully harmonizing inner voices?

Social Awkwardness

Social Awkwardness long poem

It’s tough to explain this situation To all those that are around with me It’s like a blockade, an inhibition I want to say hi, but I can’t set the words free When I meet so many souls all at

A Seek

A Seek short poem

An imprisoned bird looks through the window, beauty of the stars in the dark sky. She dreams to fly with her wings wide, sensing the fresh air, rejoicing amidst her fellow birds. She dreams to be happy and free again,

Bowl Was Still Empty

Bowl Was Still Empty short poem

Trying to follow truth his journey was nightmarish. Alchemic fusion with past and future failed – his bowl was still empty. In the inner space a largesse, free of present, becomes the pain of perfection! Now what to do next?

Keep A Smile And Carry On

Keep A Smile And Carry On short poem

Keep a smile and carry on, Every day is a mystery, never known. A new day, a new light, That’s the only way to feel alive. A day to rise, a day to fall, A day to learn, a day

World Peace At Stake

World Peace At Stake short poem

People are celebration friendly Celebrate when life shortens too Dancing, swinging and singing Saying happy birthday to you. People are celebration friendly Celebrate at the end of each year Romping, waltzing and caroling Wishing you happy new year. People know


Wish elegy

Please write this on my gravestone, Spring, March, flowers of ’82, You too must remember me, Unrivalled, but unrivalled I could not be, Tunes untuned to hear it gash, Water rips my inner soul instead, Silence too shouts deep within,

Lost In The Storm Of Life

Lost In The Storm Of Life short poem

It is often, that we tend to lose our inner self , Sometimes ’cause of time or probably when you can’t help. It tends to wear out the innocent child within you , Someone who used to be as fresh

Writing Poetry

Writing Poetry short poem

He said it was not easy, Not that easy, writing poetry. But I didn’t think so. (Yeah! I thought of it though.) I sent him my blueprint, He laughed and laughed… It’s not that easy, you see Your’s all wilderness.

Mother’s Day

Mothers Day short poem

As I kept my head on pillow last night bidding myself goodnight I sneezed thinking he missed me while flying I took a turn to check my phone in dim light I received a message from my mother saying ‘I


Self harm prose poem

A cold, lifeless blade was pressed against chilly, tender flesh Slowly, she presses it down, feeling the pressure on her limb Then, there is a sudden relief as the crimson rivers and the inner trash Comes tumbling down, red raindrops

Himself A Poet

Himself A Poet long poem

Sitting in a cushioned chair in his living room, absurdly comfortable, while he reads Georg Trakl’s late poems, the old man, himself a poet, drifts into a shallow sleep. He is alone in that place of Being, where desire and


Criticism short poem

”You live in a queer world of dreams, Mr. Ahmed Turning odd imaginations to mere fancy words Bejeweled by baffling metaphors and similes That one mightn’t get the hang of with ease Why don’t you eschew the pesky rhyme rule,

A Voice within…

A Voice within… short poem

There is a voice in me, I listen to barely. Invisible as phantom shadows, It haunts me, taunts me. I sip some poison Inebriated; It flaunts me. It knocks me off, Scissors me in two, ‘Good or evil, whose baby

Is Beauty Only Skin Deep?

Is Beauty Only Skin Deep? short poem

We have many levels of beautiful Some are clear and visible, We may touch an adorableness, Skins depth though questionable of beauty. Imagine all the colours see the silhouette, Lustrous smooth and adorable, Blush fullness of the lips, Yet still

Leftover Conversations

Leftover Conversations long poem

What is left to come across? everything seems to be lying open fatefully exposed before i could reach. Potbellied realities were reluctant to change they seemed to retire with confusions of shadows and full stops. There seems to be so

Vile War Versus Moral Peace

Vile War Versus Moral Peace short poem

Bloodshed, bloodshed everywhere Mere violence in the air Clouds of obscurity strewn about The sky of fateful memories. A terrible terror crammed In the inner core of the heart There’s no room for mercy now Retort hatred with hatred And


Holopause short poem

There’s a mask that everyone wears To shield who they really are inside To hide ugly scars and bury fear So none will know of his inner strife There was a nervous man He had a violently palpitating heart It

The Photo Frame

The Photo Frame short poem

It was a photograph, as old as Their marriage, of both of them. His face radiating her fulsome bliss, Now eroded, tarnished and frayed At the edges, slowly, yet surely. Trying to tear him out of mind, She turned over

The Sentinal

The Sentinal short poem

The first time that I pass the old man in the rock… I am young, few years off the teat The road winds through the pass, of green and black I glide, a passenger on a ferry with wheels Nike

Now you can..

Now you can.. short poem

I do feel the pain of letting go, stretching, pulling, dragging me across the floor, when I stop resisting, its like a flow pain seems less, so I let myself go with the flow, release all the tension stored, I

I Am A Traveller, A Wanderer As A Soul

I Am A Traveller, A Wanderer As A Soul short poem

I am a Traveler, a Wanderer as a Soul “Life” – a great journey I am gonna discover and explore. Routes are dicey, paths are hardly smooth and are always wild, Every corner of the road holds a New unexpected

The Shepherd Of Fate

The Shepherd Of Fate short poem

Who is the shepherd of fate? Nobody knows the answer to date A rhetorical question that provokes hate Seven out of eight Feel we are the masters of our own fate They say we control our mates They say we

He Dwells In Her Prison

He Dwells In Her Prison short poem

With a sense of certainty, He looked around, To No one but to himself, as she waited for his response, he said, “Your mind is a prison.” For him, it was the best. It was much better than roaming around

Father Poems you must read this Father’s Day

Father Poems you must read this Father’s Day poetry articles

He was the first man your eyes opened to.. The shivering hand that touched your tiny nose.. The strong arm you cuddled on.. His love that kept brimming but never spilled.. Those eyes that made everything seem within reach.. That

Never Give Up

Never Give Up short poem

This world isn’t a positive one. Sometimes you lose your inner strength You eventually feel you’re quite done Your intellect is out of length Your childhood deceived your present state Your home is now a cave You let your life

Keep It On!

Keep It On! short poem

Mesmeric as a golden fawn, Running across a forest lush, Evident as that bright sun, Glowing then settling with a blush. Delicate as a feather of a humming bird, Calmly caressing before it flies, Curvy as a narrow path of

Lager Der Untermenschen

Lager Der Untermenschen short poem

Through the wrought iron gate, Emblazoned with an ironic promise Of freedom earned through labour. A promise fulfilled only for the lucky few. Within, dull, threatening concrete towers Survey the inner pen, once filled With innocent men and women, Ready

City Of Stones

City Of Stones short poem

Anointment of any prefix was hurting I started shedding the names. To fill the void, dialogues were not sufficient. So many of thorns, without seeing, in flesh, reading the closed mind, to reach the inner blue. After dark bloody spills

The Desert Winds

The Desert Winds short poem

The drifting clouds and desert winds Unlocks the inner chords of my mind As my eyes gazed the desolate dunes This desert edge one cold afternoon A dream that I pondered for so long And a wish that faded like