Best Asylum Poems

In everyday plight
With no sight
of the light
With no sides
that are bright
Deprived of lies
that are white
There would be only one asylum:
Veritas
ad dominandum...

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I had an argument inside my head
Between the right lobe and the left
It started getting loud in there
They needed a boxing ref

The id and the libido
Were spectators on the side
The heart couldn’t bear to watch
So it ducked behind the lung to hide

The left lobe, controlling...

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walls crawling 
inside out 
Escher etching
fingernail grout
staring at stares
plaid throughout 
plied and played
guts splayed out 

wailing away 
in bars in stout...

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Children get seized at the border;
parents are led away in cuffs.
Under Presidential order
ICE morphed into a gang of toughs.

The United States has no shame
they sold their soul to the devil.
Asylum seekers weren't to blame
for Trump sinking to this level.

Kids are a political tool,
kidnapped from fleeing...

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Our sanctuary is our togetherness
Where tenderness thrives effortless

We’ve forged ahead never sitting on sidelines
Traveling roads of scattered joys and landmines

Depths of unity a pearl so rare to find
Time lasting beyond the confines of our mind

Fighting uphill battles, life’s rollercoaster ride
Reaching journey’s end with nowhere left...

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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...

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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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Chipped the factor of maybe days, 
  Wondering sweet tooth cracked in the night 
And the cap spilled parallel, baring the nerves, 
  Electrical jolts from a tin foil bite. 
She hurled back her head and laughed aloud, 
  So her neck...

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It's not about who has it most bad,
The fact is, here, we are all mad....

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What we’re doing as a country is wrong, it’s inhuman and it is cruel
I refer everyone to their religious texts…look up the Golden Rule…

It’s not a matter of can we help…it hasn’t been…from the start
It is a matter of how we help…it’s a matter of...

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In vacuums
You don't assume
a sonic boom
You stay quiet.

My cranium
echoes a hum
that leaves me numb
to your edit.  

4~12~2014
Maurice Yvonne
Sponsor: nette onclaud
Contest Name: DESIDERATA (Number 1)
1…” Remember what peace there may be in silence.”
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The Elizabeth Arkham Asylum for the Criminally Insane,
    a fictional psychiatric hospital and prison:
part of the DC comics and first appearing in Batman #258, 1974,
referred to as the Arkham Asylum situated in the area of Gotham City:
    originally the...

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Humanity is punctured with many breaks.
Different eyes through different holes
grasp its identity through different visions.
Openness, honesty and love to a few;
power, greed and domination to others
and to some, faith, faith, faith and just faith.

Love comes first before anything else
but while propagating others, it is fatally...

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Winnie, wild-eyed, went insane
and sang “Happy Birthday” in the rain, 
while she washed away her bloody pain.

Now all day long she sings that song,
she sings it loud, she sings it strong,
walled in where she does not belong.

For not unlike her maddened mind,
her bony body’s been...

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"I'm hearing images, I'm seeing songs no poet has ever painted
Voices call out to me, straight to my heart"

Cold, emotionless, and her nature, defiant 
Hard to connect with as well as unreliant
A boarding school for outcasts such as Wednesday
Revenge for brother, brings on her sinister...

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