Psychological Poems | Examples of Psychological Poetry

I think it's getting worse The visions happen less Now I don't dream but still I feel it nonetheless I feel impending doom A danger I can't explain A parabola of needles A sense of helpless pain I sit there non-existent Or at least not of this plain I try to cry but don't know how To feel present, much less sane I sit in utter silence Longing...

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Healing through drinking. Enjoying life through smoking Tobacco and weed. Perhaps natives were always Onto that very something....

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Where is human dignity? Where is the border? Lamb white cloaks??! Humans. Women and men. Personal respect Humans with souls and personal living space This is a natural sphere. This not psychology The personal living place and sphere of Life Comes from the Creation. Parts of humans Lamb white cloaks Lamb white cloaks False science owners Guilties, sinners! Lambs with wolf souls! Why? Why? Answer! Why do...

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In the storm of my mind, You were my quiet yearning. Nothing to hold onto, nothing to chase, Nobody can adjust to this phase. Do not claim the jargon words, Words mean nothing when they are hollow. Letters and pauses are only the reflections of my urge To put you in my precious seat. I see a scarlet paradise, Beneath the fabrics, beneath the...

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Trampled Wills Do you want something? Own ideas? That’s a problem! You cannot live alone! Are you an individual? That’s a crime! You cannot have your own will and consciousness, ideas, dreams, goals You can’t be yourself, you have a ruler You are a slave to a science. Human-made This is the dark age. Foggy. Psychologically The sun died. God became an exile We...

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Many years ago, I had gone to Pakistan for a poets’ conference. They call it a “Shaayari Majlis” there. The behavior of the Pakistanis, their warmth, the depth of their poetry— again and again, it left me in awe! Their wounded hearts expressed in lofty words left me speechless— ...

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I guess I write because I think I have something to post, that others would want to read... I guess I read because I have learned others pen subjects of great interest... I have found writing is something I can do most places and times -- pads and pencils easy enough to carry... we also write and read to escape -- keeping a safe wall of pages between...

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I have met you in my mind, You have been a reflection of my desire. I have worshipped you in my favourite mirror, You have been a quiet echo in others’ eyes. I never judged you inside the canvas, Never found you in my head, Never placed you on the stage, Never let you out of my heart. So many people to see, So...

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The rats ate the walls, ate the clothes You could hear them baring teeth and boring holes And there was a sign outside the window But not a sign from God, it read “Win tickets for your family” When had I last seen? I woke up one morning with rats outside my cell The guard out there yelled out for me to...

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Why does delusion seem to be the only reality I know? Almost never catching myself when my mind starts to go Is delusion my real reality though? Snapping in & out of this dimension Which I should mention, Is beyond my comprehension of an Intervention for redemption or reinvention What's your intention? My soul can't take anymore pain... I don't get what you...

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He slips the noose around her slender neck Cloaked and masked with heavy breath He can't help but be obsessed All the dolls hangin' around - pretty little lies that make not a sound The poison of passion imagined as they are undressed. The dead in their eyes is magnificent Ivory skin - chill to win Realm of the dark, lips apart,...

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Have you ever thought about the raising of Cain? Where did that boy get a rage so completely insane that he ended up murdering his younger brother? Did he learn this rage from his father and mother, who must've been in deep, psychological pain for having caused Eden to go down the drain. ...

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I always see shiny vehicles in all shades of blue. It's sad I dunno how to drive, can never get a clue. But at least I have a drive to not ever be someone untrue....

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"The greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return" ~ from the song Nature Boy, written by George McGrew, aka eden ahbez, and recorded by Nat King Cole and others A child born, unloved, in the winter cold might like a river, from affection, run; but like brittle bones when they get...

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Womb of woes, why, plague me? Shut up! It's you in this combat zone alone, and questioning. It's not even a baby. How do I bear this transgression? Ask Alexa. Not real yet, Ma. But, I'd figure, two weeks before you show....

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