Best Delirium Poems

I am the mind disturbed that thinks it’s well
euphoria surfs, dysphoric swells
perfect storm before the cresting wave
felled the confidence of the brave

I am the liar that catfished hope
Stole from a random heart that couldn’t cope
Love leaps, faith jumps, joy follows
Suicide upon the maddened rocks below

I...

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hallucinations

                          - wise enough to understand

              ...

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Freedom ~ an inked kingdom
of macabre mirrors,
a vermiform lie
veiling the vehement suffering
amidst serpent estuaries,
surging within strangled skin,
as if I am the living sin,
jinxed by the crawling creatures
in the lamented labyrinth
of deceitful dreams,
inhaling venomous vapors
rising from the cursed creeks
that failed to caress
the brittle bones of delirious...

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if tears of the sun were the metaphorical keys
to unlock twisted trinkets of the searing sky
would you feel the festering forest~
homing arctic orchids within these veins?
or am I to remain detached and numb;
caged in a cursed collision
like an evanescent epiphany 
   of a...

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Like the spiral surge of the whirlwind 
from the dipping edge of my tranquil twilight, 
you rushed to my garden of departing spring,
where the vestiges of waned buds still bloomed, 
tinged with the colors of my dreams of fantasy. 
 
In the blast of the...

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In the corner of my room,
you’ll find many a decentralizing delirium dust
Where my mind does consume, 
peripheral visions of a malevolent distrust
Deprivations that entomb, 
metabolic disturbances of cunning combust
Temporal lesions loom,
of psychotic disorders in a state of thriving thrust.

I see you but cannot touch, 
thru...

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Delirium

I can’t believe your dead, its still unreal it seams
I wake with scattered thoughts; it seams your still with me
I saw a broken window, on a car I used to drive.
Windshield now scarred red, with remnants of your life

A tattered scar is torn, asphalt painted...

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I swear I saw a cat;
she held a cricket bat
and swung it at my head;
I danced upon the bed;
and then a dog appeared -
his clothing looked so weird:
a hat and floral dress,
all tattered - what a mess!
And flying cows in jeans,
all eating jelly beans,
were herding...

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Step off the conveyer belt that
transport you to your daily limits.
Your constant gaze on that
controlling time clock, tick-tock, tick-tock!
It’s time for social distancing, time to go in,
consort with the self, the inner soul!
Stop all of the noise,
the nonsensical consumerism of
junk, soaps, fakery, mendacity, and lies.

When...

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Delirium Dust


In the corner of my room you’ll find many a decentralizing delirium dust
Where my mind does consume peripheral visions of malevolent distrust
Deprivations that entomb metabolic disturbances of cunning combust
Temporal lesions loom of psychotic disorders in a state of thriving thrust

I see you but can...

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As irreverent as always, there she was, following me everywhere - it is no longer possible to get some relaxation without having her near me? -. She bothers me and honestly causes fear with as little as her appear around me. She is a burden,...

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Oh, what sweet...
    d  e  l  i  r  i  u m!
        I'm left
            begging for more.

One gulp of...

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Perilous addiction hell bent completion deluded cohesion.
Negative infusion feathered motion, spiraling down like a crispy weathered October leaf.
Faded grasp like the winter sun in vision the same but a difference so vast 
The echo of mankind never seldom to my ear, peace of mind never...

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Hang yourself from that family tree, cut it down build a coffin for you and me. I ain’t got time for that threshin’ floor.  Not the first time I’ve felt the inside of a warm body cavity and understood. Stretch the flesh, and visions...

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The sentient program
laughs with a chip
when recognizing the husk,
the game confounding
otherwise benevolent people.

Had he arms,
he would throttle
the curse of exploitation
manipulating for profit
all efforts of man

to benefit the few
at the mortal expense
of the clamoring rabble,
snuffing the fire
from the eyes of the righteous.

If only those souls could...

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