Best Psychotherapy Poems

Dear Patient, Welcome to the asylum of your mind.
Let’s get rid of the boundaries to which you’re confined.
Let’s sit down and discuss your medical record:...

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In her soul she exposes naked memories and lust for life

          A rebel conceived in a...

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CONCRETE WALLS

The darkness crashes down all around,
Like concrete walls that keep you bound.

I've heard we're a nation of pill poppers these days,
And that psychotherapy is...

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Psychotherapy, micro-bearably.
Pyro-merrily, gyro-herapy, 
lots of chatter, bright new ways,
all pointing to one result.
If we are kind to each other,
if we follow our natural loving hearts,
none...

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Normally I am sober
Love to socialize
Never lose composure
Need no disguise

I am an IT engineer
I am a good husband
Clara my wife dear
Earns several thousand

We are a...

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After years of psychotherapy 
Same 
Man...

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Her  m a d n e s s  was the result of an unfortunate series of events. The epilogue came to a halt...

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Drowning the inner temperament babble, 
Every drop desperately taken to escape,
Attempt to suppress delusions from acts of travel,
The cure, a simply complex psychotherapy mandate.

In an...

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My shadow is waiting patiently to yell at me,
reading Sartre's Being and Nothingness, my ankle
brushing against its thigh.

Too bad you had to sell your soul...

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The Russian healer, 
who once kissed me in a New York restaurant bathroom,
 pulls me aside after  meditation class
and tells me I am broken,

My...

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Yikes, aside from mental
     health re: psychotherapy,
     which haint the worse
cyst phase of being
   ...

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Tears fall from a round cherub face
Who feels her life is a big disgrace
Who feels she is just a charity case
Who takes up way too...

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I believe in the power of weather
And a teardrop from the sky is enough 

To keep me in bed all day;
The sad look of the...

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cinnamon seeps into the home and I can already smell the sugar crumble

a fragrance of childhood innocence captures memories and recollections

different times they were when...

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I’m a bohemian girl
I wear my hair in curls,
I wear maxi skirts
And denim shirts.
I wear long earrings
And black stockings.
I like folk songs,
And pierced tongues.
I like...

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