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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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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Gotham City’s criminally insane - like Mr. Freeze, Penguin, and Hugo Strange - Each definitely had a twisted brain. Gotham City’s criminally insane did time in Arkham Asylum in vain. Did any of them ever see a change? Gotham City’s criminally insane - like Mr. Freeze, Penguin, and Hugo Strange. January 11, 2023 For The Arkham Asylum Poetry Contest of Robert James Liguori...

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Let the joker rest. Let the cackles of his wicked laugh echo off stone walls. Let the Joker’s riddles go unsolved. He only thinks he knows the answers. Let the inhabitants ponder their deeds. Let the residents see their lives are one act plays But streets of Gotham are safe for now. Although ill minds make them do what...

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In Arkham Asylum the twisted reside Who killed as they willed for the thrill of the ride The ones who resisted, who put up a fight Were nearly undone by the evil delight These evil-deed doers who need to be bad Are surely in need of the freedom they had They plan for the day when the darkness and rain Are par...

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