Best Psychedelia Poems
Psychedeliai took a walk to the edge this morning
-saw the stars leap across the sky-
spaceships in a tight formation
-silver dressing on a purple pie-
i met a witchy earth queen at a bus stop
lookin' at me with big brown eyes..
ridin' by on her blue bi-cycle
sayin' i...
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Categories:
psychedelia, adventure, angst, art, me,
Form:
Free verse
PsychedeliaRocking sun drips away like butter
Sunlight bleeds through curtains
in rose hung despair
Berry stained lips
taste sweet but
bloom as rare as
the seeds of packaged measure
she blended into poems...
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Categories:
psychedelia, confusion, imagination, mystery,
Form:
Free verse
PsychedeliaWaiting for unreal visuals to finally begin,
As I am also waiting for the real visuals to end,
Little do they all know this type of trance is not a new trend....
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Categories:
psychedelia, addiction, drug, psychological, surreal,
Form:
Sijo
Banned Book Club VIII -Psychedelia studies
To be truly, fully present
Of consciousness and
answering why we are here,
These studies are a promising field of research
Yet by powerful backlash
research has halted
For severe depression and PTSD
Universities use micro-doses of psylocibin
Derived from mushrooms
It lowers stress and doesn’t
cause hallucinations
Follow up studies show dramatic improvement
of conditions not...
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Categories:
psychedelia, books,
Form:
Free verse
Death's DoorIsn't it just crazy
how we-
Yes, me and you
are going to walk through
Death's door one day?
We all will trip,
stumble, and slip
into an eternal void.
And we all try to avoid
so we bow and kneel, and pray.
And then we-
Yes, you and me,
Slide into a black
Unmoved because...
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Categories:
psychedelia, anxiety, death,
Form:
Rhyme
FocusFlip through the pages.
See the words, without meaning.
God is hidden there....
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Categories:
psychedelia, god, muse, prayer,
Form:
Haiku
EternityAs I move through each moment,
It feels as if time is taking me
and is scraping my being over the surface of existence.
Like chalk upon a chalkboard,
My substance is torn away.
I thin, shorten, and fade into nothing but a dusty mark left on...
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Categories:
psychedelia, dark, endurance, philosophy,
Form:
Free verse