Best Shrink Poems


Premium Member Ode To a Shrink


My thinking was clear -till I met you last year
I was happy in my state of confusion.
But you couldn't bear it -you had to repair it
You offered my thinking transfusion.

When your intent -that's the meaning you meant
Is lost in a rush of rambling.
I think that I kinow -though your face doesn't show
It's those thoughts you're intent on unscrambling.

Oh my brain tries to jog -but my thinking is clogged
Were those meetings only to beat me?
For it's hard I confess -to answer my best
When you're doing you're all to unseat me.

When I lose your expression -in counseling session
I'll admit your conclusions elude me.
My mind's so confused -with those terms that you used
I think that it's time to exclude me.

There's no way I'll make it -I can't even fake it
My thinking I fear now is sour.
Shrinks are the blame -they all are the same
Seeing patients for only one hour.

You can take all the credit -your money and bet it
My reasoning powers are blown.
Yes- if ignorance is bliss -I can promise you this
No more thinking I'll do on my own.

I thank you -(I think)- you're a pretty good shrink,
And I hope you can grin now and bear it.
But I'm hiding my brain -and from thinking refrain,
I am on the wagon - I swear it!

Premium Member Shrink Wrapped

The days go by
as I walk around the man made lake,
churning the tides of time backwards
making butter from the gold and brown broth
a solitary wanderers on the same gravel path.
Always a person for whom the flow meant danger
from spring to summer,  I walk the scene
with cheery “mornin’s”
popping the insular bubbles 
of self imposed

Silence.

The days go by
as spring returned to my aged step.
The flow lures the weary mind tired of treading water.
Glassine eyes cataract dimmed clear and lift to blue skies.
Familiar faces grin back hooked 
on a cheery “mornin’”
Marshaled resources clockwise turn.
Forward thinking, right sided, occasion walks
from summer to fall
popping the insular bubbles 
of self imposed

Silence.

Shrink Wrapped

can i get a back beat


my doctor
is a proctor
not to be bothered
about your father
so go further
blur blurring vision
deciding decisions

yo
begin again
begin again

i've never sinned
casting stones
throw in the towel
after a awhile
fashion fashionably
late for a date

yo

no make up
making me make
taking a take
a second glance
a second glance

yo
yo
yo

loca mujer
hair dyed rojo
afro fantastico
don't know when
even then
then is now
bow to you
you're my Muse
muse about
get it all out
no leather couch
here where
all are chairs
take care
take your meds
bed is bedtime
time i'm instead

writing about her
again about her
again

yo

vinyl record scratching
back records show
you're good to go 

yo
yo

you're good to go
te quiero
te quiero


Premium Member Why Don'T Sheep Shrink In the Rain

Something I've always wondered about
A subject near and dear to my heart
Why don't sheep shrink in the rain
It's puzzled me right from the start!

A theory that sometimes is bandied about
Maybe their wool is non-shrinking
Sounds quite a bit far fetched to me
Someone's jazzing me I'm thinking!

Quite plausible if you think about it though
But whether it's true or it's not
Sheep I've talked to don't give a rat's ass
Damn wool is making them hot!

My Shrink

Mind games with my shrink.
Only giving me seconds to think.
His or my sanity on the brink.
Telling him what he wants to hear.
So these psychotic thoughts don't interfere.
I love a profession where all you do is ask questions.
I see your obsession.
Diagnosing patients.
With the power of suggestion.
Mocking once again.
Your profession.
So continue with your notes and antidotes.
On how to fix a fairy tale gone wrong.
So incarcerate me to the nearest psych ward.
At least with the nuts I won't be bored.
Your heart is in the right place but your dealing with a head case.
© Jeff Bell  Create an image from this poem.

My Aunt's a Shrink

My aunt wanted me to write something espeacially for her,and as much as i like original's i 
prefer the second draft to this one:

Maybe she's 
cool
Maybe am a favourite neice
Of a shrink of love and peace

The cream
To my fruit
Exhausted samy
Cant have the kids on mute

Pasta sauce
"It's mint,not meat"
Shopping tour in rome
In her tiny shrunken feet

Ms.Riane
A dumbfounded shrink
And her neice
Who can't attend the sink

The shivering dutch trees
And a mashamba me
Will have in her heart
Her favourite aunty

(Mashamba:A swahelli word referring to someone who is not accustomed to something 
commenly known in the modern word)


Premium Member The Shrink Didn'T Care

My friend Al had a case of depression
Spent hours in psychiatric sessions
   His soul he laid bare
   The shrink didn't care
He billed even more for regression

Shadows Stretch and Shrink...

splintered moons are always moving over my night skies
and shooting stars always are greeted with a surprise
sunsets, in autumn, always fall with the leaves that let go
and someday you will eventually know 
that everything happens for an unknown reason 

shadows stretch as each night dims to a darker gray 
and stars wink in a direction that's a thousand years away 
as clouds move through and cry frozen tears of snow 
and someday you will eventually know 
that love also has a calendar of changing seasons

each day the night betrays the sun at a different time
and the stars twinkle their lights to a rhythmless chime
but in the darkest days of winter there's no sun left to glow
and someday you will eventually know
that all cycles seem to have an act of treason

Premium Member My Over-Smart Phone

Digital Age--Psychological Zone!
          Driven to rage by an over-smart phone!
My phone hates me, that fact made quite clear.
          Yet, somehow I love it and want it near.

Irksome voice inside it cannot be hushed,
          wants me to answer when I can't be rushed.
It cycles news so I don't have to think
          Right now, I just need a telephone shrink!

In texts, it substitutes words that I say;
          I hate/love it more with each passing day.
I'm driven by-polar in the new 5G space.
          Bring back Ma Bell and save the Human Race!

February 10, 2022
for "Let's Explore Digital Technology" Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Simon Rogerson
syllable check: P.S. Syllable Checker (that gave "5g" a zero count)
© Ann Peck  Create an image from this poem.

New Grounds To Shrink a Kiss

I could feel the rhythm of my obscure 
thoughts in sync
sturdy scrutiny, into the mirror
I glimpse deeply in the 
reflection of the nymph
somehow I outwit the quixotic 
hold of the sylph,
frightened to my demise, 
tons of strength fills my belly,
blinking lights, driving under the influence of my mind

You!
you ruined everything,
I'm not in the position to connect
or link to you no more,
no! I'd never use me this woefully 
i’d never use me this poppy
but you did!
you Did!!
you stopped before we even proceeded

You were my everything,
my everything!
still you mortified me horrifically 
you neglected our tryst,
don’t! 
don’t try convincing me to feel better,
you built my moments yours
left me in the cold

I remember every lie you notified me with,
crushed my hopes with thunderstorm,
pushed my stoicism without no thinking, 
rejected my Lips and kiss like cancer,
I curse the day I thought forever,
you moved me into inferno,
let me inquire one more time

Do you ever think of me?
shhh! shhh! lies! lies!!
I stridently oppose those professed fibs 
they seem untrue
wait! my confusion is your continuous lifestyle 
in untruthfulness  

You split my bosom in seconds
left me in 2
I detest you!
I detest how you lived without me
I hooked you when you cut down

I smiled when they jested
held you by the kneels, put you right back on edge
still, you picked the nerve to pull out on me
you quit on me?

Exploiting yet preying on me?
how do you feel?
no! do not dodge

Respond to me, how do you feel now?
did you think you could live without me?

Ugh, this sunrise encounter is terrible 
with you here

i’m Completely 

Buggered Now, You Should Forget Me.
Zip It.

Miracle Grow Or Shrink

Are you tired of your female or male dates towering over you
or being rejected from shooting hoops more than a few
and sitting on a telephone book to help you see over the steering wheel
being called a shrimp you're whole life is just how you feel

Well we have a product that will help you with your plight
swallow some of our Miracle Grow and you 'll grow overnight
a portion size is taken according to how much you want to grow
and for a 8 ounce bottle it's only $99.99, holy crow!

Or are you tired of being called stretch because of your height
walking slouched over avoiding hitting your head with all your might
then swallow our Miracle Shrink and you'll feel much better
finally fitting into that gift that was a pair of pants, shirt or sweater

And if you grow too tall or shrink too much
we highly recommend you buy both our products
that way you can experiment and either grow more or shrink
just a couple of sips will get you back in the pink

Our all natural products are made from just the finest ingredients
from various indigenous plants from the Himalaya's
so please don't hesitate and order some today
operators are standing by so call 1-800-gro-shrk without delay!!

3-18-18

Premium Member Session With a Semi-Shrink Goddess

“Do you ever,” she asked,
“write a poem 'bout someone that
you wouldn't show 'em?”

I had to think on that one.

“Not really,” I finally answered.
Her gaze begged for more.

“My poetry's true
while the venom I spew
tends towards the prosaic
and souls sympathetic
to my in-the-moment
human condition.

I'm lucky like that,
havin' snake handlers in my life.”

“When's the last time you danced
on a rainbow?” she asked.

The Substitute Shrink

as if it was so easy to 
trade & throw around the
vulnerability of a
human being who’s tripped,
fallen
crashing
down
with
face
to
cement,
as if the life of the doctor
mattered more,
as if giving advice
(however relevant or
helpful)
warranted a monetary 
reward,
as if there was to be no
attachment 
allowed,
because all along the doc was
planning his/her escape
if this one was
“unfixable”---
like a scab crossing a picket
line, like a pharmaceutical 
company mad scientist 
promising healing to 
a starving diseased person
being used by Big Pharm as
a guinea pig for whatever
potions they’ve most 
recently concocted---
rotten to the
core &
out for
blood (coulda’ been 
anything else but they 
chose this path &
leave the kitchen when
it gets too hot
for another to come &
try to cook
all 
over 
again).

We Always Shrink

Why is the world like this 
Can't you see what one day you'll miss 
No because we are out getting high 
But on the inside we just want to die 
We go out with a friend 
But we are too insecure to let them in 
We steal and cheat 
But we are afraid to get punished and beat 
We try to feel great 
But we are told we are a mistake 
Yelling is all we hear 
Because family value decided to disappear 
We always shrink 
Because on the inside we care what others think

Sometimes I Shrink

SOMETIMES I SHRINK

Back from it all. There are a million	bows to tie.
Why should I be studious?       Maybe if I were a kid
again I wouldn’t be spoiled rotten. 
I never claimed to understand	              potential.

A lot of circumstances could spawn up from nowhere.
Right	honest	you pussy.
I bleed buckets of salt.
My wounds are corrupt and smell sour.

Light me up.	I am a lamp. There is a deception here.
The trick is smoke and magic. Pay attention	before I snap
my fingers. The sound of my pen writing is a bird dying.
My state is in death. The bath belongs to me. 

My stench is holding me back.
Wash off these chains. Pull them out
of the brick and keep going. Tough guy,
dust off like nothing happened.

Get control of yourself. 
Accept that we don’t welcome lesbians here.
I’m smothered by wool. Most people	  are three bags full.
© Lyon Brave  Create an image from this poem.

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