Best Sensory Overload Poems

What’s left of my mind
when I open my mouth
is the part I could never say.

What’s left of my mind
when you open yours
is a place I hope we can share
free of alone-ing despair.

What’s left of my soul
when you open my eyes
soars through our blue 
and brown...

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Dark silence I embrace

Dark silence slows the pace 

Dark silence cuts my frustration down to size

 

Dark silence quiets the chase

Dark silence relaxes my face

Dark silence cools my eyes

 
By Robb A. Kopp
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cut off
deprived

magnetized
sensitized

to crave
desire

ache
the longing

touching
caressing

skin tingling
reacting

sensations
heightened

devouring
sole passion



AP: Honorable Mention 2022

Posted on May 21, 2022...

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The sound of your rose petal blush sunsetting on your face 
Feels like my goosebumps dancing on the sky tops of my skin
The smell of your mountain rain hair crying sounds like a mid-day summer shower
The look of curiosity cuts in the middle of my...

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What if woke up one day-
and you could not see or hear? 

Would you find twisted relief?-
Or would your mind resort to fear?

If I could hear no sound- 
I wouldn't hear you when you yell.

(But) I'd hear no genuinity--
when your heart begins to spill.

I'd hear...

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It’s like- I’m walking though a busy mall.

Oh wait, I am, it’s real.

I can read minds, I know it sounds silly.

Or maybe I can’t.

But I can sense the texture of their clothing.

I see a tall person and feel tall which makes me disoriented.

I am rushing...

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when light fractures into noise…

I embrace the outburst
with emptiness chewing up my nerves.

The void softens the impact—

can’t break what never arrived....

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The tag behind my shirt,
Feeling like your covered in
Dirt.
Except,
There's nothing there.

You just feel unclean,
But there's no trace seen.
Cars beeping,
The tv is on,
Someone is playing a song
There is too much
going on.
I need to stay sane
My sensory is overwhelmed once again.
Its making me want to yell.
Stillness is...

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Warm yellow light.
Chilly, for indoor.
Soft, soothing, piano.
Music—
Door slides open.

A man walks in, his eyes—
Rain’s wailing outside.

He talks to the nurse.
His voice hoarse like sand—
Flash, lightening.
Raindrops darken the dusty walk—
Thunder.

He sinks into the bench beside me.
Stinging smell of cigarette butts—
Another thunder.
Door slides close and muffles it.

Nurse...

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