Madness Poems - Poems about Madness

I. The Hour of Approach The poem I was writing refused to end— it kept writing me. Blood didn't ink these lines— the ink bled me. Each stanza a hidden-hematoma across the white of nothingness. Somewhere, midnight faltered, and I was no longer alone. II. Visitation: Sylvia Plath Sivvy came barefoot, bees orbiting...

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...Have you ever seen true madness take full possession of a man? Gobayth’s dreams of coming home were now all well and truly damned. It’s said he screamed for half the night, so much that it damaged his throat, and it was not long after that he started slaying ‘settled’ folk. The first target was a merchant travelling with his concubine and his two slaves...

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...A jolt ran though the broken men, like wraiths they rose, streamed for the door, Gobayth waved them on until nobody remained anymore. They raced on towards the small hut where all of the pick-aces lay, some guards were starting to notice, running about every which way. Gobayth wished the poor men luck, but he did not follow their path, and instead ran to the...

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...After a bit her cries died down, everyone could see she was dead, a small head hung between her thighs, mother and son covered in red. He had seen so much callousness, but this he just couldn’t believe, it was after seeing this horror Gobayth decided to leave. Of course, it took some time to plan, in the day the watch was intense, men along...

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...Gobayth’s mind was nearly crushed, this was his life now, it appeared, and all sorts of depressing thoughts flooded his mind that first half-year. Was this what life was really like for most of the souls in this world? An endless, unpaid drudgery, with slashing whips always unfurled? Was this how ‘settled’ people lived? Is so, then why bother with life? How could those outside...

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...Finally Gobayth came to a devastated mountainside, the trees and soil stripped away, slaves cutting out blocks of great size. They led him to a wooden hut where several gold coins were exchanged, the mine owner said, “Bring him out, fit him for his own set of chains!” He was forced out into the pit, driven forward by several guards, who showered him with stinging...

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I’ve seen many look to the sky and to the gods earnestly plead, what sins have the committed that require so many to bleed? Why does Lord Diyal ride the lands, do things that make your stomach churn, his soldiers loot and pillage all… Why do they make your cities burn? I can tell you that it begins with a young man named Gobayth, a...

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virtue is nothing claimed nothing but acceptance weary roads of unstable to reach out to my mother inherited sadness, taken-on imbalance derangement of two, nobody understood. the so-called wise woman said "ignore, ignore the signals" how could i be so ruthless and oversee the madness tying us through this long hall of the past no one takes a step neither could walk away to break the curse and...

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SPRING FORWARD --> slipping & sliding ---> sneezING away ------))!!! looming wet yellow haze : *SEVERE* outages : FUTURECAST lIbErAtIoN Day/Daze! ; all ?|^devouring^|? (PM—AM) / gargantuan STORMS ; breaking singing stinging\\\\springing toward////springing stinging shaking a THREAT !!!!-------------wildfiring forward----------market MELTdown springing advisory (duly logged)--(Exit apocalypse) )~~~WIND forward accelerating your toward(ing) - smoldering : its SERIOUS (3 out of 4) *\/*~*\/*~*\/*~*\/*~*\/*~*\/*~*\/*~*\/*~*\/*~*\/*~*\/*~*\/* RESPOND :...

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Is a limerick milk and rice? It is in letter form. Will a butterfly flutter by as pastel petals fall? Astronomers, the moon-starers, Say, “Yay! Cat’s ecstasy!” Do canoes that ply the oceans show discretion in directions? Be silent now, and listen still, to bather’s pacing breaths. The tall and solitary royalist reigns; but, will he resign? Hear the minstrel, Mr Silent, make a...

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American madness, a fury unbound, A lost nation teeters beyond solid ground. We've crossed the stark line, flags droop low and still, The hour grows late; has reason lost its will? I walk as a stranger in this fractured land, Where those I believed would lend a saving hand Have turned, it seems, their faces from the light. This country I knew...

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He slips the noose around her slender neck Cloaked and masked with heavy breath He can't help but be obsessed All the dolls hangin' around - pretty little lies that make not a sound The poison of passion imagined as they are undressed. The dead in their eyes is magnificent Ivory skin - chill to win Realm of the dark, lips apart,...

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Some people never dare to walk on the edge of madness. What truly dreadful lives they must lead. They remain on the ground, bound to a dull reality, without sparkles, Living in invisible cages, without knowing the flight of dreams, What madness-free lives, what narrow horizons, without colors. Their souls do not know the dance of the stars, nor the...

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Through the Madness and Mayhem “Alice, Alice,” the Mad Hatter said, “come to the table where jesters dance A tale I'll weave, of merry delight so that you can enjoy, laugh and prance Alice was awed, her head was bowed, but soon she jerked up straight “Oh Alice, have some tea, it may be cold, why oh why are...

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People say it's madness to love someone who doesn't see you, walking in a world where your presence is just a silent breeze, but is it truly madness? Sometimes, love is born quietly, like a devotion to a distant star that asks not to be seen, it just shines, and you can only watch from the shadows, memorizing the rhythm...

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