Internal Poems - Poems about Internal

Written By: D. Collins 7/4/25 It's said that writers don't read, and readers don't write. That may be true because I've done this for most of my life. It gives me ultimate pleasure putting a pen to a pad. Documenting all the things I want and wish I had. Just be the man you think you are. Lay down your...

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We all have inner and outer lives. They’re messy, hopelessly intertwined, and more than mere mannequins to hang our word-art upon. I’m supported, in my unwritten life, by a structure of moods, both affine and counter-expressive. I’m, in turns, a tightly wound vagabond, an over-busy, fretful, unhappy liar (for what I will not share) and a happy, truthful mess (for what I...

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the voice spoke quietly from an inner sanctum he had out-sourced for what seemed an eternity muffled at first and barely audible it challenged his deluded mischievous sense of corrupted reality seeking external validation had been his forte and strong he had been in following the decree of a chorus of directives forged by friends foes family norms critique advice and society...

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The time has come Another change to comb Letting go of previous To the new wonders initially with fears Perceptions generated Experiences to be liberated Challenging the norms Which come in all forms But in reality Overcoming internal hereditary Clearing the misty misconception Of clinging to the mistaken passion By letting go Freedom unfold...

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internal music the best unwritten poems, the pure nature sounds the tranquility within one self-calm peaceably talk...

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No referee to be seen in blood-soaked arena. Both fierce gladiators; my heart versus my mind. I wait with suspended breath to see which colossus emerges victorious. ...

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I'm torn across axis yet to exist, Or had once been, since been replaced, By a sense of self and lack thereof, When we, by they encased. Cleavage adorned in modest terms, Abreast as if more than one. Still less than two, duplicitous you, Less I divide by hegemon. Senses shook, a daily wage, Of war: be both me and we? An ancient oath...

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Kitsch, give me a Sign To go It’s kinda funny how life goes on While you sit in a corner all alone The saturday blues are real, To Your Shoes Weighing You down like stones On your foot And the Crinkle cuts of the eyes Are a beshrew Aging, as they call it, In action, A sequence “Folds aren’t...

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London City, Light and pretty One, nine, sixty-two A woman we’d all later know, Was born, Dreaming black and blue Her smile, it would curse her world, Of laughter, love, fear and grief To know her story, First we must rewind The madness that lies within belief… Michelle, she was a lovely girl, Grew with a gorgeous heart Her eyes, they sparked a sunlight blue, Strategised in the starlight...

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yesterday's dreams drop by,waving goodbye,lost in a sigh...

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Two hundred and seventy, is it just a number? In thought^, to an actual hidden wonder, is it not only I whom ponders? Making it interesting let us drop it down by taking away the many that had been carried sixty four exactly. Where did they go, what happened in-between¿ Is a type of...

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Thinking, deciding, and cuddling all muddle flow. I'm not a wiz; I solve, yet my riddles, I know My thoughts and deeds, like an artists', are creative. My reflecting and planning are liberative. Should dews of hope be erased by beams of despair? Should my compassion change as per seasonal air? There are unconscious courses in my mind and soul. Like webs...

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A sentience, where evil notions dwell, shall also hide a goodness there within. ‘Tis but a quandary choosing one to quell when weighing which would be the greater sin. The moral mind lends not to meager thought that contemplates the end of all mankind, but deep within, the mortal mind...

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I watch them grow through the lens of my device, Each victory won in spite of pain, Every moment of tears turns to laughter, And the loud crowds echoing on stages Always jolt me back to reality. I have always watched, From when I was a kid and they were kids...

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