Catharsis Poems - Poems about Catharsis

It scarce starts as a well-formed line, With fuzzy thoughts how so genuine, All along you feel tense As if under sentence, A strange itch not of skin In time gets somewhat mean Whilst fuzzy thoughts get a new shine, Words vie to form, play bin, Show some rare discipline, Though tad twisted, make a good twine. Most poems born are much like this-- From chaos,...

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I emerge from echoes, from a dungeon so deep, To erase the ink of inner turmoil you keep. Thy mollycoddled soul, relegated to bits, Here's tulsi for the bruises where life's pain sits. I'm the crucible's fire, shaping an alchemist’s design, An emotional release, making every space divine....

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I woke with blood in my mouth and no memory of the scab that sealed the rasure. I’m cat-spitting dog-growling peregrine-divebombing rooster-flogging badger-flipping hornet-stinging wolverine-ripping mad. I fired the sun for showing up late cursed the fridge light until yogurt soured in terror. God called I let it ring twice. The therapist said breathe so I swallowed my tongue now I speak in the language of things with canines. coyote-howl syntax vulture-vowel decay the guttural grammar of...

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He never questioned the weight behind his eyes until the day he finally woke up. For as long as he could remember, the mud had been a part of him. A thick, caked crust beneath his skin that hardened with each passing year. He believed everyone carried the same layer, worn like a second skin,...

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Some say pain drives art. Is that how you fell in love with poetry? Title: Finding Catharsis (A lone voice whispers) Conjuring stanzas Baptised sanctified with pain To keep on floating (575) (C) Copyright John Duffy ...

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Since I first put on the greasepaint, smooth as cream on morning toast, they said I had a gift for making people laugh. Natural as breathing. Effortless as falling. Born to perform like a bird in flight. So I've kept that image, polished it like brass until it gleamed. beneath the painted...

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The smooth ink stains bleed a crimson red with each stroke The pages' colors publish a perilous message against the black granite surface Black, red, white Its message is clear It's time to stop writing...

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Foundation. Does writing letters help purge negative emotional feelings after a breakup? Title: Catharsis (A man writes a letter to put with many others. He writes one each month to try to calm his mind, regarding breakup advice from a psychiatrist) Thinking about you and the first day we wed Spiritually As I sit here Under our once favourite tree Writing to...

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My cathartic heart threw away the finished leaves of bitter autumn's burning I brewed myself a loving cup, made sweeter by my learning tansy, bay with chamomile, bright meadow flowers to sip tastes better far than poison to be found upon your lip...

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Always messing up When I feel so upset Going all in way too hard To lose another stupid bet Losing all my hard earned money Yet again I am robbed blind At this point it’s all quite funny I have no more strength to mind Bet it all on my bad choices I will give in to my voices I’ll sit back and have a...

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A dark angel writes in the air, “There will be no tomorrow for you.” Then puffs of shiny cloud ebb, Ebony night surrounds me. I tremble in fear. I hover between now and never, as if I'm traversing a rough river on one bank: life, on the other: death. I feel an ebbing of nothingness, like gulping down bad breath, or gasping...

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a mystic poetess in her thought patterns of iambic heartbeats, makes new rhythms with a symphony...joy and pain in cadence. in her confetti of stars moonbeams cadence caressing love in ivory and ebony patterns perforated feelings careen melodic rhythms in her sonnets, words entice in rhythms lovebird's lyrics drift in endless cadence cratered lands embellish crystallic patterns Catharsis traces passionate patterns of...

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lovers holding hands melding with a sunset entwine their identities until all that is is bliss how can a poet capture the sublime effervescence radiating love’s myriad hues gently ever becoming the all ego dissolves that we evolve soul catharsis in a chrysalis that that never was dies taking us to new highs 14-February-2023...

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before the refreshing wind of night I unload what's hurting me much and stay with the suave relief of Porto wine!...

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there are creatures that sleep as minerals dream as vegetables, wake up as animals to be as criminal... Regression in time and space... Me, by my side I, what God ordains me I simply do so I'll recognize who I am!...

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