Delirium Poems - Poems about Delirium

the minutes linger the hours gallop by time starts slow then disappears when i try to unwind its fluctuations drive me crazy without rhyme or reason why it makes no sense at all time wreaks havoc in my mind AP: 1st place 2025 Posted on April 10, 2025...

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Freedom ~ an inked kingdom of macabre mirrors, a vermiform lie veiling the vehement suffering amidst serpent estuaries, surging within strangled skin, as if I am the living sin, jinxed by the crawling creatures in the lamented labyrinth of deceitful dreams, inhaling venomous vapors rising from the cursed creeks that failed to caress the brittle bones of delirious dawn, where the nocturnal owl sits, phasing stellar phantoms on tattered twigs, oblivious to...

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if tears of the sun were the metaphorical keys to unlock twisted trinkets of the searing sky would you feel the festering forest~ homing arctic orchids within these veins? or am I to remain detached and numb; caged in a cursed collision like an evanescent epiphany of a misled marionette ~ screaming for a cathartic...

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Who claims an IQ doctorial? Melania’s spouse who's scansorial This second act ape Will all of us rape As the new D.T.—Dick Tatorial...

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It’s a holiday weekend, all of the ‘fellows’ have Monday off. At lunch Wednesday, Lisa said, “We need a throw-down.” So, we made some invites and started spreading word around. “You know, we all work hard enough, we need to get down!” We asked for RSVPs, and got 43, for the effort, a decent payoff. My sister’s apartment...

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Chained to this fear inside Feeling like I have truly died Crying, lying next to your stone Sighing, trying to let go all alone This chamber of loneliness inside me Is making me feel so lonely and anxious This chamber of loneliness inside me Is forsaking my lonely soul and I’m delirious This chamber of loneliness inside me Won’t let me be free...

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The declaration of love is a confession of madness....

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dreaming the imaginary always to humanize the frantic delirium of the crazy reality of this real world...

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Stems resembles worms While coated in clear raindrops Upon drenched tables Sitting out in the open Of an ever-changing place....

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we strip ourselves of realities we undress from clothes we dress in fantasy to fully love in delirium...

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Moody. He is absolutely blameless Illogical, moral, and ethical arguments He doesn't say anything; he simply does It's conceivable he's behaving reflexively It arrives, then vanishes A kid is born and then dies He lacks intelligence and emotional empathy And the importance of balancing his relationships It appears to be cruel and horrible In both words and deeds written: May 09, 2022...

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I can’t tell you how it all started, That night when manic moon Probed and punctured the pall. I awoke hurtling through space, Somewhere between ideation and shellshock, Somewhere between vertigo and inchoate phrases. I remember redundant circularity, Premises tumbled into conclusions, collapsing onto premises, A colliding kaleidoscope of real and demonic terrors. I pieced together feeble fragments of form, careening, cringing, crying out...

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apathy obeys stages and they started very early, more for my fault than for any other reason... for example when I realized that I forgot the scent of the perfume of your hands, mother. or when I stopped being amazed at the magical and logical rotation of sunflowers and, a little later, when I simply...

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the body has receded into a fetus, imploding in thrombosis in the parts also inside out and in the microcosm of the eye the retina retained a little or not at all of the color that turned from gray, from the violent movement of the branches, from the insane rush of steps outside, of the blood that has poisoned these worlds now. in the...

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don't worry i'm fine this trance takes a minute I’m not at all confused after imagining whispers among the bushes in my garden all calm if an imaginary specter pass and see my sleepy eyes through his melancholy view like in my ‘83 drug time when the sound leaked from the speakers dousing the room of that beautiful girl who is dead today I really decide to...

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