Madness Poems - Poems about Madness

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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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There is a madness inside each poet Some try to cover it up with religious squabble and chatter We who know laugh at their silliness There cannot be total sanity in people Who pour their soul onto a page Holding their breath, waiting to see what will happen Sometimes I think I am going to be killed for one of my...

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We traveled up the dark river Styx Past vine choked jungle shrouded in mists. The candle flames wouldn’t burn their wicks. All ‘round we heard when the serpents hissed. Ahead the bleak city of the dead Where the monkey gods howled their dark tunes And on its cracked walls could still be read The markings of their magical runes. Oblivion had taken the...

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MAngo Mellow Madness M's 1. Mango Mellow Madness Mapping Meandering meaningless memories of Malice with Mirthful mourning What messy Magma monstrosities Best to murder them Hmphf ( angrily) 2. Mango Mango Madness Magnifera indica Slippery, stinging magnificence My Mellow Mango Madness numbing Does excite Mmmmm ( excited) 3. Mellow Mango Madness A Masquerading Marquis, the Marzipan Master In a Matrimonial matrix merry-go-round Mimics Metamorphosis at the metro station, Metronome minimalism...

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"Can I play with madness? Give me the sense to wonder To wonder if I'm free Give me a sense of wonder To know I can be me Give me the strength to hold my head up Spit back in their face Don't need no key to unlock this door Gonna break down the walls" Can I Play with Madness - Iron Maiden Taught...

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I stand barefoot on the cold moss, the forest breathing around me, each leaf a whisper, each tree a silent witness to my thoughts. The earth beneath me is alive, its pulse steady, unhurried, a rhythm so pure it fills the spaces the city forgot to take care of. But then, a hum cuts through the stillness— a distant echo, the relentless thrum of engines and...

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In warmth I lay, the hearth aglow the winter winds do softly blow and with the moon’s pale silver light I sink into the arms of silent night. the blankets soft the room so still a peaceful hush a restful thrill. I close my eyes to dreams I flee embraced in calm… so blissfully. But hark—what sound—what eerie cry— a tremor stirs beneath my...

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has he got the balls to juggle? doesn’t he have balloons? only a knife and a photo of his mother not meeting their gaze only walking by, fixed eyes on the horizon he walks down the block party where mothers hold children in fear and Dennis is in a trance dancing toward the uncertain nothing to leave toward another town start anew parties in...

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scuffs in the pearl white floor when she leaves the room, for empty hospital hallway memories, haze of sterile gloom like snails, the chronic men each slowly wear away, their minds left to trail behind them, their faces falling into decay the grey walls with snake green stripes always constricting them, the dim fluorescent flicker of the fate to...

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