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Dysthymia Poems - Poems about Dysthymia


I live in a world of brutal ice and cold
...I live in a world of brutal ice and cold Despite the temperature being five below... these fingered handy limbs awash with profuse sweat dripping palms analogous to a bloody busted gushing wat......

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Categories: dysthymia, 7th grade, abuse, allegory,
Form: Free verse
Daemons within gray matter of this male run amuck
...Daemons within gray matter of this male run amuck... hence yours truly (me) seeks mental health services without any luck even after reading Scripture from my namesake who exuded pluck afte......

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Categories: dysthymia, abuse, age, anger, angst,
Form: Free verse



Heterosexual married sexagenarian male
...Heterosexual married sexagenarian male... Aims to trigger cerebral ******; Other terms for said phenomena are "brain tingles" and "head ******." This sensation is described as a pleasant, ......

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Categories: dysthymia, 12th grade, beautiful, drug,
Form: Free verse
Prune juice as effective emetic
...Prune juice as effective emetic Brainstorming yields casting the following plumbline netting genetic, italic, kinetic, magnetic, opportunistic, quixotic, synchronistic, and universalistic r......

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Categories: dysthymia, age, analogy, angst, blessing,
Form: Rhyme
Half a Dozen Plus Years Ago the Following Became a Near Reality
...Half a dozen plus years ago the following became a near reality Countdown to homelessness – mars this earthlinked sole Harris - son panhandler would would register pyrrhic victory won. 10…......

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Categories: dysthymia, age, america, anger, angst,
Form: Rhyme



Hiroshima Seventy Seven Years Since August 6th 1945
...Hiroshima – seventy seven years since August 6th, 1945 Given the nuclear weaponry arsenal today August 6th, 2022, our collective ability to lay waste major metropolitan areas would make unleash......

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Categories: dysthymia, angst, anniversary, anxiety, august,
Form: Free verse
Part One Narrating Snapping Crackling, and Popping Trembling Underfoot
...Part one narrating snapping crackling, and popping trembling underfoot..., which ushered poetic reverberations across the universe A snippet of careering and careening nocturnal cerebral manifes......

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Categories: dysthymia, abuse, adventure, allegory, anger,
Form: Free verse
On Lacking Sticktoitiveness
...Most of my Lix spittle + four additional anniversaries since exiting birth canal as full term newborn re: minimally viable existence post doc severance umbilical cord, nevertheless yours tr......

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Categories: dysthymia, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Free verse
How Glue Me On Lacking Sticktoitiveness
...How glue me: On lacking sticktoitiveness Most of my iv + Lix spittle existence found me figuratively (primarily academically, emotionally, psychologically, sexually, socially...) adrift, and m......

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Categories: dysthymia, absence, betrayal, devotion, education,
Form: Rhyme
Progeny of Adam -2-
...We sow discord, Yet we're thirsty of peace. We chant war, Yet our ears call for euphonia. Racism infests our world; Tribalism invades like malaria. Although we have diverse languages, With l......

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Categories: dysthymia, conflict, corruption, earth, fear,
Form: Political Verse
On Lacking Sticktoitiveness
...Most of my Lix spittle existence found me figuratively (primarily academically) adrift, and malfunctioning blinker analogous to a boat with out an ankh (caws away) ai......

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Categories: dysthymia, endurance, judgement, me, psychological,
Form: Free verse
Passionately Falling Into the Abyss
...Zenith from a telescope Chose this device at times to view the slightest hope Fractured elements of my past seem to have their grip For a brief time to reflect on struggle as rain starts to drip ......

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Categories: dysthymia, bereavement, child abuse, confidence,
Form: Prose Poetry
A Cold Voyage Into the Depths of My Mind
...A very dark and lonely place, my mind is Most of my time is spent there, as not much goes on to my person To ever take me outside of it A fantasyland it could be thought of as Barrages of thought......

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Categories: dysthymia, confusion, depression, emotions, introspection,
Form: I do not know?
- End of Time -
...I followed your every footsteps, for awhile now. It's leading me to the same spot, that it left you, Marcus. You were my role model, my leader from the start. My best friend from the day that we met......

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Categories: dysthymia, love, suicide, trust,
Form: Ode

Book: Reflection on the Important Things