Asylum Poems - Poems about Asylum

I ain't normal, not even close not even as a child, played with dolls and paper cut-outs but I always decapitated them (do you remember mother?) finding the head of my sister's Clarabell doll floating in the utility sink in the basement but my tedddy, my teddy how I beat him until he came into my young child's dreams to seek revenge and...

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The restless soul, a ship upon the sea, Where waves of doubt and worry crash and roar, Seeks harbor calm, a place where it can be, Released from burdens it can bear no more. Through tangled thoughts, a labyrinthine maze, It yearns for silence where true solace lies, To find within a gentle healing phase, And see the truth reflected in its...

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As long as I still have ... Breath to breathe Songs to sing Words to write Thots to think ... and poems to unveil, I shall attempt in simple nomenclator to commensurate this tale. Simply put. Life is hell in a nutshell....

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Said Trump to those gathered: I was only sent to help America's lost, sick, and poor - not them illegal aliens or pet-eating refugees, that's for sure. Let 'em all be deported - let 'em all be shown the door. We’re not gonna give an F about the world's lost, sick, and poor anymore. I was sent to make only...

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do we follow the sun at different speeds or have different suns I whisper to the trees to teach me to grow ask how [stone] steps endure me, retain their integrity we have whispers to endure ...

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I worry about all that stands, from stone steps to trees, the friction of those who forever pass by, held spaces between the sky and the ground. Whether a view could rush forward, engulf my airways, leave me choking - unless I talk to it calmly, lay it permanently...

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Insane asylum, oh asylum, Your walls hum with despair, In echoes carved by silent screams, A piece of me is there. A shard of light, a tethered flame, Clings to what I used to be, But shadows rise with grasping hands, And plead to set it free. Oh asylum, cruel and kind, Guard my soul; let it rest, For if I lose this fractured mind, Perhaps...

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His life came to a ruinous end Plummeted into insanity The red-bearded painter With his self-hatred, despair and desperation for understanding He drank yellow paint thinking it would make him happy Locked up in a mental asylum that would shatter any person’s self-belief Deceived Vincent cut his earlobe in an unforeseen calamity But he channelled the awful torment into...

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It is in the hottest month of April, The hot sun is disappearing slowly,...

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A healthy dose of invective flourishes at Highland Manor asylum I hate to be curt, but welcome to the monkey house at 2 highland manor drive, where all manner of imbeciles go berserk. I and the missus (thee unfortunate recipient of poisonous blackened barbed wrath) more often then not remain squirreled away in our one bedroom hovel designated unit b44. We desperately search for an alternative abode ideally,...

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It was in the month of December, evening. My sister and I came back from the paddy fields ...

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Stars twinkling their eyes to see the twilight of amazing asylum...

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Away in an asylum No release from his bed Poor Fred can't escape The loud voice in his head The medic’s crowd round By the bed where Fred lay They admit they can’t help There's no treatment today Doctors are convinced He’s not mentally ill So they cannot assist him There’s no magic pill The voice they discover Belongs to Fred’s wife She’s so overbearing And causes...

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Born in the broken hut of an old story he persists as a writing, as words hammered from his own breath. There is not enough of the right kind of madness in the world, too much reasonableness has led to an increasing violence. He spoke as if he knew, but the writer but scribbled his mind barely thinking, only persevering. He arrives in the cradle...

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Every busy city needs a vigilante, Every seething cauldron needs a ladle, Evil lurks in the dark, It attacks like a shark. Gotham city needs a defense, Batman needs a place, To house the assailant, To take them away from the city’s terrain Arkham asylum has held the fort, Like a rope held taut, The villain, it has held bound, As many as could be found. Some...

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