Best Subconsciousness Poems
~the Fear of Never~ A DRINK TO REMEMBER!
And the fire catches every time, my heart needs a sip
I bear no shame pouring, poisoned pabulum whisky down
Lost in a place with hungry whores, ink paying gigolos
This night a respected gentleman put's on his evening gown
He sits in front of a mic playing the same old sad song
Fitted out in drag, his wife has no clue
Holy breeders trying to change my shoes
Lingering from the Cute Chinaman, running his tab sky high
Bluebirds of jealousy, set round the vintage Barstool like fools
Minds overpowered and threaten to the very nub
I am drunk-- in his eye,
He receives a macabre confession of possessiveness
I am drunk-- in her eye,
She has a sick confession of subconsciousness
Broken loose from a negative, regressive state of mind
Sit and enjoy this broken bottle of champagne
Unspoken rage in every empty can left behind
A shot glass drops from my unstable hands longing to hold a pen
I look into a mirror and embrace every meaning of stability
Blotting out the madness behind a metal cage of reality
At times, I feel the need to bring down this masquerade
A drink so hostile, I can't even remember my image and name
Too many scars, from the foster of paper and pen
My dependents are drunken demons from a traumatized childhood
Tonight I will legislate a special thanks
Holding up my cup, until death finds my note
I will smile, at every Judge and Jury, during karaoke night
Shutting down my eyes, fantasizing everything's gonna be alright
I will not jilt knowing, writers block haunted my days away
Insecure hoarding monsters enjoying spoil forgotten words
Tonight I thirst like never before, my tongue inscribes around a tin cup
I am not eating up by it, no matter how long I've drowned in it
This is my kind of whisky, my thoughts, my days of ammo
To tell you the truth, I possess no desire to drink
It's all about the love of poetry and how sober, I become (WITHOUT)
The monsters that reside inside, have one thing to say
"Give me Poetry, or give me Death!"
by: PD
Categories:
subconsciousness, abuse, addiction, celebration, muse,
Form:
Free verse
Outside my window,
the leaves are in a frenzy~
twirling, shaking and flying about
the wind just sending them off
in a scattered dance...
so similar to the
thoughts
chaotic in my mind
Sleep comes around,
but the dreams do not.
Or do they?
And I've forgotten them yet again.
They are but fleeting wisps for me...
iridescent ribbons of subconsciousness
winding through me,
teasing,
then eluding me
When I try to touch them,
my fingers ripple through a smoky haze
So real to me, yet intangible
Sometimes I wonder
whether I could pour something
over these dreams,
Splash! And they crackle,
crystallizing them, finally captured
Smooth, sharp, tangible
and then I change my mind,
since it doesn't feel right...
Like caging something
to admire its beauty
Somehow, even the word dream
seems so ethereal to me,
they are but soft whispers
weaving through my slumbering self
My dreams,
they have a voice
so melodic, yet incomparable
so beautiful, yet unrecoverable
My dreams,
they come in color
so alive, yet muted
so alive, yet unreal
My head touches the pillow,
and I sink into slumber,
a myriad of thoughts finally settling down,
as undulating curls of dreams rise up around me
Come to think of it,
this creates for me such a
fascinating image...
Myself enveloped in darkness,
with wispy colorful ribbons
floating by all around me
as I dream on...
a quick reprieve from reality
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Categories:
subconsciousness, life,
Form:
Free verse
In the serene nights with starry skies,
With you on my mind, I realize.
Beautiful soul, you're so pristine.
Perfect are you, your love divine.
Oh my dear, you're so adorable.
Each moment with you, unforgettable.
In all our minds, some flaws there are.
Undeniable expectations, all wide and far.
Not even on the west risen day,
Your expectations could I meet someway.
I grieve, I cry, in my heart's uprisings.
Dejection takes control virtue my shortcomings.
My subconsciousness though, in tranquility remains.
Privileged I am, feeling of calmness pertains.
For I've known you, I've loved you, so warm
and deep.
And gratitude for your reciprocation, I do keep.
Name it not, what we have for ourselves.
Why make a bond? When it's us, together it delves.
Let there be spaces yet propinquity.
But I'll be loving you, infinity till eternity.
Categories:
subconsciousness, beauty, crush, heartbroken, i
Form:
Rhyme
Big black room,
No physical presence around,
Only shivering cold in the air.
The scent of fear and anger,
The lingering feeling of loss,
Feeling of abandonment and despair,
The madness floating around.
Love, there is love in a small corner,
Devotion pushed against the wall.
The naive little giggle of the child,
It can be heard if you listen closely.
Sweet, sickeningly sweet stench of pleasure,
Of guilty addictive pleasure lingers,
Engulfing everything,
Its fumes poisoning the air.
The mortal soul lives in here,
With all of this it lives.
It still breathes it all,
melts in it.
Waiting for the end,
Hoping it will come soon,
the eternal rest,
Till the end will come, will end it all
Categories:
subconsciousness, addiction, anxiety, death, fear,
Form:
Free verse
Our thoughts are as powerful as our words. When you commit to a negative thought process, you actualize a derogatory subconsciousness.
Categories:
subconsciousness, philosophy
Form:
Monoku
Who am I
My subconscious mind
My subconsciousness towards
reality
Has made the unforeseen truth
Of my unforetold and unfolding
cohesions
To foresee the true identity
To the pivot of the see saw
The uncorrected conflicts
Even though life has been
unkind
Even with life's brutality
Life's constant casualty
Life has become a constant
battle of mystical deformations
It befriends no one
Predomination of mankind
The emancipation of the mind
Have made me who I am
My soul shall burn
To utter the real identity
Life's shattering perceptions
Of whom I should be
I've sinned
I've sinned against myself
Against my soul
Carrying soul triggering
burdens
Defer not for I shall unwrap
The concealed truth
That burns my soul for
I am an equivocator
Who swears in both truths
But shall never equivocate to
heaven.
Categories:
subconsciousness, hurt
Form:
Concrete
Piqued by the aura of your gleam
You were the hum which broke my vertical solitude
Intruder within the interlude of my vacancy
Through refractions of your eyes, you pulled me in
The wild scents wrap you in silent threat
In no time you possess me through your alluring kiss
I feel the rhythm of my beat, which melting in enigmatic bliss
Manipulated by your shifty flexibility, you stole my universe
Moreover my sanity
Still under your spell, I draw the curiosity
I let my self fall as a feather blown by the wind
You are a natural sedative beneath my subconsciousness
An antidote for my heart, but a toxic to my brain
Inspired by the quote of ALLYWALLY94
an 18 years old female poet who I met in instagram
"He was poison. You were my antidote."
Categories:
subconsciousness, love, lust, romance, universe,
Form:
Free verse
Silver dollar orbits full,
illuminates a slumbered trail.
Like tidal rhythms I feel the pull.
Subconsciousness now sets sail.
I'm floating, flying viewing all
as my mind stays on the ground.
And suddenly I'm very small,
no conflict can be found.
The daily worries, stress and fears
seem to vanish with the night.
And loneliness just disappears
in dreams when I take flight.
yet even this nirvana state
finds abrupt dissolution.
Eagerly my mind awaits
it's nocturnal resolution.
Categories:
subconsciousness, adventure, dream, metaphor,
Form:
Quatrain
I could have been born anywhere
to any kind of family
or tribe for that matter.
I could have been adopted
or at least adopted a pen name.
At some point in my life
I've been to Paris.
I could have studied ordinary things there
but I don't want to think about ordinary things
not then, not there, not now.
I would have eventually been influenced by sedatives and surrealism
which would have influenced the beliefs held hostage in my subconsciousness.
I have no doubt I'd end up sitting in a room with a book case
and years would go by
just as I had expected.
By gosh.
Categories:
subconsciousness, identity,
Form:
Free verse
that was day when i was asleep
this is the day me being awake
that was the day of subconsciousness
this is the day of supra-consciousness
this is the day, me hanging at the edge
today i am ready to get out of the troublesome age
i summon the angel, that i had, within my fleshy cage
i am surprised to see it being devil's roommate
i have been through a lot of changes
then and now has been a new story to tell
Categories:
subconsciousness, day, day, me,
Form:
her name was Anne
and she wrote dreams
upon pages;
the kind that roam around your mind
but are always held deep
inside your chest;
and she heaved
under the weight of tears
left uncried
and so many truths
left unsung;
her name was Anne
not of Green Gables
but of Gestapos and Gettos;
not summer getaways
but of guards and gates;
she was Anne of raven hair
with faraway eyes,
on spindly legs
running towards
a woman's curves;
but the hook of her nose
told heritage tales,
that they numbered
with hate
upon her youthful arm;
yet she still dreamed
and wrote,
of longings and yearnings
of the future;
with simplistic thoughts
not comprehending
her reality;
her pen flew across pages,
filled with hope,
yet inked in sadness;
and the winds blew the sheets
upon the prejudice
that surrounded her;
without effect
she was Annie to parents
who saw only the past
of a little girl
with shiny new shoes
pink bows
and capped teeth;
the shoes went into piles,
bows flew upon the breeze
and the teeth
shone only in fillings
of melted gold
instead of smiles;
she was the promise
of a woman's secrets,
yet to be revealed
and enjoyed,
upon silken thighs;
with desired weight
pressing love
upon waiting lips;
she was humanity
destroyed by
inhumanity;
as the world watched
little girl tears
float away,
into subconsciousness,
where we didn't have to
feel them or hear
their weeping moans;
she was a star
from the family of David;
an outcast now
from society
that deemed her unworthy;
outlined by the yellow blaze
as the star
burnt itself out;
and she called to her God
without blame
for he was good and kind;
and man...
well man was man,
so unlike her God;
her name was Anne
and she pressed her face
upon the panes of our illusions;
breaking through the
shaded barriers
that we ourselves
had forged;
but too late for Anne
did we see the truths;
and now she remains
forever young
in our minds;
but dead to our
world;
and her pages
are all that speak;
her hushed whispers
grown finally loud;
we hear her voice
and feel at last
her tears,
as they slide down
those precious pages
to become
our own...
Categories:
subconsciousness, history, introspectionstar, girl, star,
Form:
Free verse
Mirror Universe
In the ethereal cosmos of your subconsciousness
Is the mirror universe
Of the symptoms of your stagnate mind
That you thought you left behind
A systematic reality in reverse
Of the astral plane
A seer whispers with suspicious viciousness
As you hold high your spear
In the crimson maw of Fenrir
Ending his eons of definitive reign
(Unfinished)
Categories:
subconsciousness, space, universe,
Form:
Lyric
I come to the battle shield sword and helmetless
And just enough armor to hide my nakedness
I can mind over matter my subconsciousness
Their arms become weary mine are still at rest
A soldier under the the code of no surrender
Invade the enemies thoughts Dr. mind bender
Let em sit down and wait for me to serve dinner
Since I already ate while it was still tender
I lead the army rankless
And accept my honors nameless
My damages are blameless
A hero who is thankless
I am he who is verbally dangerous something critical
A beast who is wounded and my cubs arent full
And you ask am I saying Im an animal
I'd rather you address me as the GENERAL
Categories:
subconsciousness, war, me,
Form:
Free verse
It stops
As soon as I get up
It starts again
As I lie down,
The nerves falling out
Eyes crying
Heart sinking,
Mind losing sync
World spinning.
I do not understand,
I do not know,
The room around making a go,
And suddenly then,
My imaginations,
Taking control.
There’s something high,
In my blood,
There’s something low,
On the floor below,
A natural disaster,
Is an explanation?
But, where did,
My powers to rhyme go.
One step at a time,
I tell myself,
Don’t fall of the bed,
Just yet,
‘Love the feeling that you’re in’
Do I?
Subconsciousness, weariness,
Dormant, concealed,
Do I love this?
Quite yes.
The feeling so sublime,
Of my equilibrium,
Vanishing completely,
‘I’m okay’ I tell myself,
‘I will be okay’ corrected.
In this perpetual night,
With dogs singing in unison,
My head trembling like an earthquake,
And I,
In a peaceful state,
Human body,
Starts to make sense.
Categories:
subconsciousness, absence, deep, depression, health,
Form:
Blank verse
So why clinical psychology?
What does that mean, anyway?
What is non-clinical psychology?
Does it mean analytical psychology,
which might mean analogical?
Which would mean ecological?
Which is really just plain logical?
So is it logical psycho-logic,
and wouldn't that be sort of redundant
because doesn't psycho-logy mean psycho-logic
and dissonant dislogic
neurosystemic win/win gratitude
through lose/lose despairing attitude?
So maybe clinical psychology is neuro consciousness
and unconsciousness
and subconsciousness
psycho-logic?
Which might mean the psychologics of healthy wokeness?
But, if this is a science
then the logic of a psychic paradigm
can be no better or worse,
I suppose,
than the rationality of the scientist?
So, does clinical psychology refer to a logical neuro-science
of positive consciousness
and negative unconsciousness?
And, if so, then why would anyone assume this could be systemically dissonant with ecological healthy
and economically unhealthy Earth-consciousness?
Why not ecological dynamics of our Interior Landscape?
Clinical psychology as deep listening
for ecological compassion
and inhumane capitalistic dispassion.
Categories:
subconsciousness, nature, psychological, science,
Form:
Parallelismus Membrorum