Best Psychologically Poems
Finally
Doctor, it's been 7 months
The MEDs aren't kicking in
My dreams are getting stronger,
The blood remains to run code red
It's getting harder and harder to get out of bed
Dark images keep taking place inside my head
The voices - The voices, are not all right!
I no longer lay laughing
The screaming never stops
In irons, my mind rattles
Theses thoughts are all I got
In slow motion, my mind plans the perfect plot
Finally, I realize the sanity of this is perfect
Counting every single second on the clock
At first, I could not breathe
I felt, I was left alone,
Broken down --- Incomplete
In your eyes, the schizophrenia spoke loud
In my eyes, everything is dark and gray
Doctor, now listen closely, open your eyes
While the walls slowly close in on you
I have my hands around your neck
Finally, I feel my arms, the needles are gone
Finally, I realize the sanity of this is perfect
The tightening of the chest is clearing
Today I possess a little more than yesterday
Knowing exactly what needs to be done.
DOC YOU AREN'T LISTENING!
Was it all for nothing, the bloody wrist?
The faucet constantly dripping every night
The voices I call my friends
Deep, deep down,
I'm still a child, painting bedroom walls
Setting fires after my mother's death
A crazy peril in its most threatening state
Doc, here you are again,
No longer will I allow you to waste my time
With your fetish lies, trying to make me better
The problem is not me, it was always you!
Painting pink butterflies and white skies
Finally, I realize the sanity of this is perfect
Don't you understand she's dead!
Pills aren't going to bring her back
Padded rooms aren't going to help me,
Help myself --- grieve the proper way!
Straitjackets aren't going to restrain me,
--- from wanting to hurt badly!
Psychologically, I'm perfectly sane
Expressing my emotions a different way.
Doctor, you're not saying nothing
You're not moving,
You're just sitting there pretending to care.
Doc, I hope you aren't mad?
The voices explained it had to end this way
How else could I make you listen?
Finally, the impulse is gone
Finally, I'm going to be alright
by: Pd
Oneness
Authored by Chuck Keys
It had no color,
Lacking shape, size and dimension.
It wasn't moving or breathing.
There was neither aroma nor taste, not here or there.
Touching was useless because it wasn't physical.
It was indistinct and limitless.
Thinking multi-physically
Multi-sensually and multi-psychologically
It wasn't here or there and it was.
With no distinction,
It looked like everything else,
Or it could not have looked like everything else.
It never made me feel good nor bad,
Nor happy nor sad
Nor quite nor trite.
In our world of joy and destroy, we sort and distort,
Looking more on the surface and less on the inside,
Ready to judge and be judged from outside in.
The "oneness" of mankind stretches beyond definitions and limits,
From outside to inside and from inside to outside.
We are one distinct and alike world of "oneness."
Differences exist for differences,
Therefore, differences don't exist.
Only "oneness" exists.
DEDICATION:
This poem is dedicated to Dr. Clayborne Carson and The Gandhi-King Community,
For Global Peace with Social Justice in a Sustainable Environment.
www.gandhiking.ning.com
I didn't always adhere to the warnings of the experts
who declared nothing beyond time-outs should be used
to correct a child’s behavior—that parents must not,
even temporarily, take away a toy or a privilege OR
use “psychologically damaging” responses like
“What you just did was bad”!
When you, as a teenager, fought me at every turn,
when you despised me--or seemed to--
the experts' words came back to haunt me.
Still, I continued on my chosen path and tried
not to reveal how defeated and helpless I felt.
While the renowned psychologists were saying,
"The teenager's privacy must not be violated,"
I was watching you, not always from afar.
When, in spite of me, you began accomplishing a degree
privacy at the tender age of 14, you hid from me, opting
to use that freedom to forge risky relationships
that alienated you from those who really cared.
Over time, something beautiful happened.
You metamorphosed into a fine young lady.
As a parent, you have neither punished severely
nor spoiled your children. You've limited
their privacy and kept hold of the reins.
As they sneer at you and rebel, you wonder,
as I once did, If you've taken the wrong route.
I can't verbally assure you that you haven't.
I can't give you an encouraging embrace.
Perhaps I did enough while I was there.
January 1, 2019, entered in Emile Pinet's Free Verse Style Poetry Only contest,
placed 2nd
February 4, 2019, entered in Chantelle Anne Cooke's Favorite Free Verse Contest
Problem Solving 101
Written: by Miracle Man
12-16-2019
When I allow a problem to defeat me today,
It continues to occupy my time tomorrow.
Ignoring a problem just increases its stay,
Which often leads to heartache and sorrow.
The preponderance of a problem that may exist,
Psychologically influences my solution.
No matter the size it shouldn’t be dismissed,
Through prayer and searching comes resolution.
Philippians 4:13
I can do all things through Christ which strengtheneth me.
Why do I feel dirty all day and all night?
I bathe everyday. I do everything hygenically right
and yet 24/7 I feel like I'm all covered with grime constantly.
There's something definetly wrong with my mind psychologically.
It's probably best for all concerned to stay the hell away from me.
I know what you're thinking. This is all about guilt obviously,
but I can't for the life of me think of anything that should make me feel guilty.
Do you think this has anything to do with me slamin P D?...(aka also me).
lol..lol...ha-ha, hee-hee! < That's me, aka also P D
laughing Our/My brains out insanely.
lol...lol...ha-ha, hee-hee!
A soldier in war field
Using both my weapons,
For I have other soldiers facing defeat,
For oblivious they were.
Not only physically,
But also psychologically,
Am I in the war field
-I am prepared.
Different are the wars,
Different are the forms of attacks
-I have to be careful,
For a family I have back home.
Many were prepared for war field,
But only to find that psychologically they faced defeat,
For not only physically, but also psychologically are war fields.
It's time for some honesty about P D & Me.
I think I've taken this as far as can possibly be.
BILLYtheKidster, aka me
and the Poet Destroyer, aka P D
are both two separate individual personalities
NOT of me.
Separately!
BILLYtheKidster is all me
and Poet Destroyer, aka P D is 100% P D He/P D She.
Poet Destroyer Is Not Me.
It was fun however basking in P D's glory,
however so briefly.
Thank you P D.
theKidster, Wild Billy
Well I guess that ends this little mystery
(but then again, I may still be screwing with all of you psychologically)
We shall see?
Tell me your reasons and I shall tell you mine; never ceasing stories, but!?
Sheltered as a child and kept from the world, to soothe anothers scars....
Crippled through time these lives; life, psychologically mauled in maimed
Precipitations blades, leading the way while as carving stones of gray's
Jetison retro metros hand over fist in, contemporaries fit; this ice age rain?!
Tears pouring from blood red clouds these pools of pain to walk their plank....
Pirates of the Caribbean playing cowboys and indians again; falling stars
Upon terrestrials planes, with their prehistoric stones shaped like guns and bows
Taking aim amid the night of celestial sorrows from whence, they came!?
Ancients heavenly spirit now gathering the winds atop times turbulent waters
Of crimsons crashing unto the carnelian reef of what was; hearts that bled
In yesteryears fears like icicles piercing their eyes, to shatter loves dreams....
Tell me your reasons divination and I shall tell you mine; this soothing sea
Menhir's painted carmine whispers from beyound the mystic, torn veil?!
Angels dusting bejeweled crowns as passage beckons; this beacon
Calling unto the once lost children of light, tis time to come home....
Put away the guns and arrows and swords and bows; tears, upon fading shores ~
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....“Kings & Queens II” *
In Kachikau's winter night, I'm lost at sea
Cloaked in dark waves, where hope's last gleam flees
My wits are scared, no guiding light in sight
Alone, I wander, with no trust in sight
My heart, a presumptuous traitor, deceived
Hurling me into depths, where darkness is conceived
Psychologically lifeless, I've become a shell
Broken dreams behind, my path to hell
Death's crimson stain, my thoughts now marred
Soul bald, ashes of a mind, forever scarred
No cure for pain, my future's dire plight
A broken soul, in pulsing, endless night
It is the old man from the threefold of life
To whom I have taken control on this
But the poet whatever
The cause should be
The one who must walk
Along the concept
For which beauty fades from
Measure of apparent
Size of naturalistic explanations
Regardless how rich your heart is
And none of us is able pass through.
It is the poet who is living
Psychologically into this burrow of guesses
And paradises within him
With reflection and with correction
Of life this creates such
A record that commands he must live or die.
In midst of these unwanted times,
many students are psychologically
pressured due to loads of school work.
But at the end of the day,
when things go back to normal,
I am sure that they will not remember
the things that we taught to them...
But they will remember the moments
of struggle and hardships...
They will remember the moments
how their teachers cared and supported
them in such ways just to pass
the course.
Should we really think about the students' outcomes? Probably...
Should we focus on teaching the content of
our lessons? Maybe...
Should we pay attention to our teaching pedagogy to make learning
worthwhile? Perhaps...
In my own opinion, we should
emphatize our students and give them
the best emotional support and care.
We need to teach them to share,
collaborate and support one another
with favorable restrictions ??.
Our commitment nowadays
is to act out the core values
and be a humanistic
educator.
After all, care is one of the most
essential needs of a human being
Being black is not just a figure of speech
Its a noun, adj., & knowing when & when not to turn the other cheek
Many pioneers has lived with the mis representation
While some died fighting to end the civil frustrations
Being black isn't as bad as it may look
Our physical properties don't represent the makings of a crook
Our natural elements are sustainability & resilience
Our original nature made us uniquely
Brilliant enough to handle our own responsibilities
Our culture is design to shine bright so that everyone can see
The Afro American culture sets the tone for a concrete society
And need no help to raise our family
just equality
Even with methods that was used to torment us
"We shall overcome" was a phrase that helped boost us
"By any means necessary" we struggled through the turmoil
Once we began to re "know thyself" the bigots of the world started to boil
Then had to recognize our true uniting potentials
They psychologically uses entertainment to convince us
And install hate inside our mental
Through dis associating our past & segregating our class
Degenerating our creative intentions
Re imagining our mind with criminal inscriptions
So Trust
All we got is us
Our ingredients posses spiritual reasons to teach
They figure since we was enslaved & freed
Afro Americans wouldn't know how to reach
We paved the way to preach
So to prove their unintelligent
They dictated our intellectual & spiritual nature by the color of our butts
Pardon my speech
With the beauty of the eyes - I see
The optical illusion runs through my mind
Looking - i observe behaviorism
My eyes they wander - I write reflections
Vivid of personality - I am astounded
I speculate! May I be bewildered
Wow! Etiquette becomes me
Yet i still wonder - seeing with these eyes
How my mind does ponder
I have yet to enjoy the theory
I reckon as time marches on
That the beauty these eyes could see
Is camouflaged with dismay
And my heart pours out - I find
Observing the reality in society
That nurtured from the womb
The infant grew to adult -I say
And still I look around in my day
My pen it does push the limit
Poetically speaking - the grace
Quite often I see that of a disgrace
And if I should look around
The observation then that is found
Through the senses! Whom also listens?
Shortly with the flow of reflections
And the id - within the IQ
Psychologically - with breath
Words unspoken- I then imagine
The psychologist observes
The imagery flows with the pen
And thus I am open minded
Maybe I should look, again
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(singing)
Tick tock , tick tock, tick tock, tick tock
The time keeps tickinh, the time keeps ticking yeaaaaaaah.
(starts poem)
you psychologically abuse me,
Mentally not physically,
Have my heart racing continuously,
You make me feel like I need therapy,
You bring the unconscious conflicts to my consciousness becoming the psychoanalysis to my mental awareness,
You are my bio-medical disturbance giving me no insight on my personal understanding,
You act like the ego verses my superego and neither of us can come to a mutualistic agreement like the “ID”,
You free associate yourself with your first thoughts, yet you never interpret none of the above,
You never focus on our currency yet our past like it’s the psycho-dynamic form to your
fantastical life,
You lack credibility, no validation to our dream analysis,
We lack communication, nothing is verbally displayed yet you want physical connections and you can’t even connect with me on a mental level because your cognitive approach emphasize no personal growth in our relationship,
Your irrational beliefs have no perceptions of our world,
All these thoughts riot through my head yet you can never understand because you lack the mental capabilities to comprehend.
These little mind games play on as the time keeps ticking and life goes on ,
and due to the past still controlling your thought process superiority continues to allow you to have dictatorship over me ,
you act like your not one shade lighter than me ,
yet because i lack the knowledge of my skin ,
I become numb to all your foolish hits mentally .
Laughable jokes , and fake hahas ,
smiles to the face when you have no intentions of allowing me to stand the same rank as you because I'm not the same color as you .
And no matter how much time goes by I will still be psychologically controlled by you ,
until I learn to unfold the blindfolds Mr.lynch put over my eyes just so you can have control over my mind .
freedom means a lot to me
what does freedom means to you
to me;freedom is equal opportunities
equal reward for all
kinds of potentialities
to me as well as anybody elsewhere
freedom to speak without favor and fear
freedom to move to anywhere
so far as i want it
freedom is free and fairness
regardless of where i was born
or where i came from
the color of my skin
my religious status
or how i appear
for i am not what i wear
i need freedom spiritually
physically,mentally,emotionally
psychologically, sexually
and freedom financially
what makes me different from others
is what i do with my life