Art Health Poems

The shifting tides of change washed over me like a tidal wave. 
It was in that moment of chaos and uncertainty that I found my...

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I’m in the residential dining hall with my suitemates Lisa and Sunny. We’re talking about sausages.

Why? Because April 30th is ‘National Sausage day.”
Someone mentioned that...

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The forest is a dark place.
Heavy going under the trees face
Faces of anguish and shear fear
The dog on top and being clear.

Not hiding away behind...

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To west lie when things I can't resist, 
Ye persuade me to look to the east,
Then haply let me feast
On what I should the least,
O...

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In a world of cutthroat 
Competition
Tension is a malady
Too common
To ignore;
Often
Inherited from
Parents
Who themselves may have
Received the DNA
From their own;

I am a past master 
In building...

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Depression made me so blue
Ocean blue I'm free falling in the depth of despair
Royal paint inherited from the King of Kings but I always forget...

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I emerged with a silver pen in hand,
…and a tempest raging within.
Words writhe, a serpent's coil,
…tightening their grip,
A soul adrift in a sea of 
…self-made...

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and so our hero, the artist, 
forlorn as his palette, 
then sat down
to reconsider his life
not long having stepped back
from his paintings
only to find all...

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It is indeed non coincidental, the Universe is Mental
Leased ideas, hopes and dreams
Housed a priceless High rise rental
Landlord of various residency sardine packed Ideas and...

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Time ticks away as a new dawn strokes your splitting heart,
with your mood swings re-writing my emphatic poetical art.
Although the fear of your demons may...

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This poem was inspired by a song Iris by Goo Goo Dolls


I don't want the world
to see me,
as I don't think,
they'll understand.
Even if they saw,
I...

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Have you ever read the same book but a different story, there's a saying for that phenomenon
Scatter brained
I just finished my Saturday morning coffee and...

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Providence rode,
I land
On the island
To learn its code
Of conduct, as
taught by Mr. Rhodes,
emeritus professor of jazz,
etiquette & odes

He says it's like an
Amorphous Z,
a
venomous ignominy
that obfuscates...

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Poor taste 

Stolen goods on a plate

Dinning with the ugly

I smile

But

Only then

To see past the mirror of disdain

I must first treat my wounds from living...

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Express yourselves unabashedly my friends
Because no one can honestly give you a grade
Write your poems with your own hands
Make them natural, beautiful and homemade.

Don’t worry...

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