Innerself Poems

Innerself poems that are original and profound. Explore a brilliant collection of innerself poetry that you can’t stop reading. These poems on innerself are published by poets from all over the world and are sure to keep you High On Poems!

Mirror In My Backyard

Mirror In My Backyard prose poem

In my reverie I live And reality is only a reflection In the mirror in my backyard Redemption is what I seek today Cos’ yesterday was drenched in sins Memories keep me awake all night, A walk through woods and

Knock On My Door

Knock On My Door long poem

I stared at the stars and wondered When will they knock on my door! And a stardust sprinkled cake will be served On my dinner table as a dessert And gardens of hope will bloom. Moon will say to the

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Pattern

Pattern short poem

Handprint of innerself was writ large in your eyes. I hear you in your becoming. Are you me and me are you in sameness? The words and silence? I hope you are listening to the waves, from inside, from outside.

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From Dark To Light

From Dark To Light long poem

Part 1 I’m blind There is a darkness It resides deep in my mind Pitch black A million screams Stolen breath Peace I cannot find Puppet strings A piece of me for everyone Lifeless toy For the taking No repercussions

The Infamous End

The Infamous End short poem

The fresh start I had has become another living nightmare and everywhere I look life has gone mad. Waking up every morning makes me terrified always making the run for more sleep won´t stop, won´t end my cry. Where have

The End Of The Dream

The End Of The Dream long poem

As the sun peeps out over misty morning hills and the dawn chorus calls with its piercing shrill, the demons of the night skulk slowly away, a sidelong glance at the few who got away. He rises and stretches and

Love Me Too

Love Me Too short poem

I love you I only say it because it’s true Why it is I don’t have a clue Instinctively no doubt I just do Given no choice my love grew A picture perfect painting I drew It may be overdrawn

Trance

Trance short poem

I am a page 3 wife Of four walls and malls am I Of gyms and diets Of spas and sunscreen Of color on my tips and toes Of blusher on my cheeks Of the smudge free kohl Of bags

Jesus Saves

Jesus Saves long poem

you read your books in school bruh they taught of lessons needed in life some how along life’s way you got lost busting down doors sleeping with dirty whores rap scene was you first priority flirting with fire of Satan’s

More Than Myself

More Than Myself ode

That day when my name was announced I walked towards the stage and took my place I felt very happy and content Almost everyone stood up And clapped and cheered for me But, do you know what was even more

Acoustics Are Not Working

Acoustics Are Not Working short poem

Maimed, tortured for love of resistance this night appears to be without an end. There was nothing to lose, it was looking for some reason to die on the side of a cloud when the sickle moon was sailing. Tomorrow

Onfire

Onfire short poem

A snowflake lands on barbed wire A world emotionless stretched by a liar A freedom of speech when it’s truth we desire A preacher can preach but I’m not for hire A ruling class made by slavery minimum wage provider

World A Maze ?

World A Maze ? short poem

World of maze ? Fuzzy is the world about mess in the cosmos where the mass amasses gross income that almost abates the flux in values fore grounded in the spinals of mortals. Crazy is the youth on the online

Sunday Afternoon

Sunday Afternoon short poem

I felt so cold, so lost I had everything since birth including sadness and frustration It was always there But I didn’t care I just shut myself away Day by day Dream by dream I had it my way But

Happiness – Self Inflicted

Happiness   Self Inflicted short poem

In this world of possession, Where, criticism creates frustration. Sufferings and pain have easy flow, Negativity and jealousy are in full glow. Where emptiness is all around, Pessimism can easily be found. Intolerance growing day by day, Depression is like

Seeing The Happiness Of Souls

Seeing The Happiness Of Souls short poem

Bodies die of getting envious, seeing the happiness of souls; the souls seem to lead the flowery life of fairies. Seeing it, bodies spread the sighs of hell into their eyes, lips and faces. Their two souls, as it were,

Reincarnation

Reincarnation sonnet poems

My bafflement forces my day to waste, Shall I for them or for my eyes alone Or for a purpose yet abstruse, go on – Another serving of this bitter taste? Yes sinner I am trying to be chaste, fixated,

Love Sonnet 123

Love Sonnet 123 sonnet poems

Looking at remnants of the mirth that fled, This survivor riles at the trysting field Where once lovers bask in the joys they spread, Now forever lost, to forever yield; What with the cold winds blowing crisp and cold, No

Love a little

Love a little short poem

Smile like you’ve never smiled, Dance forever till you are alive. May be this is the final call you’ll take, So love a little and take a break. Remember the day you were born, People lined up even to see

I Wanna Know The Answer To Everything

I Wanna Know The Answer To Everything long poem

I wanna know what secrets the library of Alexandria Held before it was burned to the ground, I wanna know What happened to Atlantis and Lemuria before the Ocean drug them down, I wanna walk and talk with Angels and

Dreams That Never Fade

Dreams That Never Fade short poem

When the sky was bright, I was able to feel the breeze of success I felt myself as the king of everything, who can even make the dumb to sing my words made me confident and my wings were ready

A Little Hope

A Little Hope short poem

Colossal memories engulf me, I plunge down deep, Precious bring back my smile, Others do bring back grief. The quantum I did endure, My trampled heart would always pry. Sure nothing stays eternally, No fact hidden in cry! I leap

Lonely Only

Lonely Only short poem

Amidst of joyous merriment sitting lonesome in solitude Own shadow as company at a tether’s end fortitude With none of any inclination for any indulgence to ignite Reminiscing all times of yore with so much there to excite Am sure

Are We So Ignorant?

Are We So Ignorant? short poem

We the highest of God’s creation we the knower of many, the holders of the eternal flame of knowledge. Universe still unrolling its sacred secrets. is it this pride which made us blind? so blind that no light permeates our

Soul’s Quest

Souls Quest short poem

Soul, What is happiness? The feel we get when we defeat someone? Or the one which we get when we know that we have won someone? Is it the winning of an argument? And the losing of a friend? Or

Survival

Survival short poem

Unslept- hangman, flees from the noose. The day had come to execute. A thought had become a fear but fear was not a thought. Naked in the moon a wolf wants move of something leaning on the hills of thirst,

Your Lie In April

Your Lie In April prose poem

They say that when you fall in love, your world turns brighter. I never thought it would be true… At least, not until I met you. From the crest of the hill, I could see you looking off in the

Observation

Observation prose poem

When you think you have beauty in your life and it is taken When you think a world is born of your own mind’s eye; creation When lies are the commonest words spoken without deprecation When the dark nights become

The Soldier’s Funeral

The Soldiers Funeral short poem

A breeze moves gently Through the long grass Disturbing not a blade. The only sound I hear As they lay me in the ground Are the sounds of butterflies. I listen closely. I hear a dew drop fall Lightly to

Love Over Loss

Love Over Loss short poem

As dark as the night he chases his prey lika an animal who fights he lies, he betrays One after the next picking and choosing no fears, no regrets a life worth losing One choice is to lose another is

My Bi-polar Wife

My Bi polar Wife prose poem

When she wakes I’m either filled with joy or my heart aches but mostly the latter. I wait to see her response to me a smile? a sad look? I try to keep ahead to expect what comes i should

Heavy Feet

Heavy Feet short poem

Heavy feet Slowly walk Are you there to see their feeble knock They’ve lost their tappings They are cold They are stepping towards a lost hold They have weight of pain and remorse in piles The pain of hunger and

For The Marble Rocks I Sing

For The Marble Rocks I Sing ode

A Majestic stretch of marble lambasted the sky above, While the river Narmada revered and whirled flow below A sight so lovely beholding overpowers mind and soul For this mighty sandstone wonder many ages old Where Nature’s artisan carved lofty

Letter To My Child

Letter To My Child short poem

You ask if I believe in God. I think He’s left us all alone like sweaty children in a mall, searching for our mothers. But one glance at your tenderly upturned face, I can only breathe of white angels, gossamer

Caught In The Spider’s Web

Caught In The Spiders Web prose poem

I glued my eyes to the fluttering tiny insect As it buzzed across my ears with its noisome Tiny wing, flipping brilliantly against the Fading sunset on the western horizon They came diving like jets on a bombing run; Two

Freedom At Last

Freedom At Last short poem

The tears have washed my sins. Taming the dead, I start a vivisection of myths. I take an impromptu walk, go inside my weaker self, abandon the pretension and come face to face with the fear. No portrait, no symbol,

Lost in translation

Lost in translation english poems

What is lost, what did we gain what was possible then what makes it impossible now answers lost in translation questions re-phrased to mean different things feelings are still the same thoughts wander off though I saw a vision and

Ladakh Divine I

Ladakh Divine I short poem

I could feel my soul flee To the purple – red – brown mountains Where my feelings flow like the waters of Indus Or is it the Shyok? Where shadows of dawn & dusk Move silently with the sun… Partially

Socks Or Suspenders (revised)

Socks Or Suspenders (revised) short poem

Of all the simplest of things. Sometimes love is a lot like socks. Some are long, some are short. Hell some even come up to the height of knees. Some are bland. Some are colorful. Baring the fruit of comforting

Burning star

Burning star short poem

I am the burning star the beacon you have been looking for I will show you the way, every day and I will never complain just burn all day, every day give away my light so that you can see