Mental Strain Poems - Poems about Mental Strain

...Breeze plays music upon your hair Blowing it with a gentle wind, I hear each strand that winds its tune Of past, once you left behind. If I could with my fingers play Upon each strand, changing ......

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...Please bare with me I received 24 injections in my head for traumatic headaches due to a traumatic brain injury This began with my reporting break in a few poems scattered to my surprise jay Townse......

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... Since Adam’s fall the human race has been stuck in a hostile space. The evil forces wage a war, God’s pure image they seek to tar. This war is fought within our hearts, with thoughts that wo......

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...When you are shaken to your core and old man grief knocks at your door. Life feels as if a storm passed through, and left you feeling numb and blue. Whether caused by a loss of job or one who ......

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...I'm a lot stronger, because I have to be, I never know what life, has in store for me. As I go thru, tribulations and trials, Some days, it's just inches others it's miles. ......

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...We all feel pain! But what is pain that is not physical but seen in blackened faces, tortured minds, glistening eyes that surely mean - pain … emotional - heart wrenching, disbelieving, coming f......

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...Your comment Sent me On a strange path Of great thought And reflection And times past With great mental strain Synapsis drained I feel Low And tired If a little Depressed That I have co......

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...It was unusually dark and calm, She could feel the chillness of the breeze, But her heart knew that this wind might unfold to her something which would not be as sweet as she thinks; Little did ......

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...Oftentimes I ponder befuddled My Sensations benumbed, my mind muddled On what at last to do with life To solve the inside ceaseless strife Of feelings and thoughts that bring me pain And pin m......

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... For All Things There Is A Purpose Written: by Miracle man 12-16-2019 My morning quiet time, always conduces creativity, This endeavor precludes, each day’s passivity. Lingering hea......

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...TRAVAILS OF A NON-INSOMNIAC Everything around was going peacefully and fine until a new family occupied the flat above mine. The cacophony at the day time is rather tol......

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...Six ticks enough for me Sort shelter at the home for less Broken dreams of hearts desires Resided in the home of less Mental strain an back pain The price to enter the Home of rest Moaning an ......

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...Sleep I can’t feign. I hear the falling rain tapping a refrain on the window pane. My throbbing pain recedes and I obtain relief from the migraine which had free reign like a freight train, a cau......

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...Honour through labour is the ultimate goal Achievement’s prefect sending an alert at every pause Regulating inactivity to give idleness no chance Demand is great and th......

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...ONE LINE I’m remembering a class I taught at Bohank Business School, Poetry 101 – The grading papers chore, The mental anguish, God. what a bore! It seems that President Swink fancied hims......

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