Psyche Poems - Poems about Psyche

... In the anchorage of the mundane mind, detached from the principled roots of sanctity by the dislodging drive of sequential desire, untamed instincts shroud the senses. As the needle ......Read More

...Pondering how mockingly stupid the word 'cakery' is ~ I've just realised that 'bakery' is also a basic description. I'll trouble myself a while wondering if I've ever asked what either of them sell........Read More

...NINE ELEVEN That fateful day when the news came in Grim indeed, but seemed a world away The two tall pinnacles of a modern city It took some time to really feel the pity All colour disappeared......Read More

...Forgiven Trespasses Sensual sounds surround a scene of peaceful pleasure Pulsing flailing promises impossible to measure His torching voice eviscerates that massive measure of pleasure Th......Read More

...Wherefrom did you fly? Who sent you here? I do not, lo, know. You, as though by chance, fell on my palm from out of the blue. I, like a little child perplexed by a bubble, did glow. We stood still......Read More

...As i sit back in tranquility , I travel in a lane of boulevard, One memory always strike my Psyche, A girl crying 'coz of the world, Veiling her pain behind her smiley. I worked hard to change......Read More

... The mute sense dazed by trance adrift elusive, never wavers a moment to lacerate the endangered dormant psyche unwary. Contrived by passion dream of pale possession, sapped by nascent sunrays......Read More

...Neither one's dark skin nor the black color are bad. Dusk has its beauty; crows and cuckoos are pretty. Do the birds chirp because they're psychically sad? It's the human mind that makes things du......Read More

...I saw those souls flying over the sea In numbers they flew through the mystery Darkening the clouds that were following Of my senses they knew, what a mockery How do I write the song says......Read More

...Self destructive wickedness arrested, convicted, and gaoled... with kidnapping little boy ordered to suffer life sentence without parole. The deadly scourge of one obsessive/compulsive di......Read More

... "The Color of Soul" Yesterday I got a rug, A thirty year old Turkish village weaving Just full of light and joy, so much so That it makes all my others seem soulless. Like pornogra......Read More

...Precious priceless progeny Hands down the most dramatic change ever needed to make the most profound impact awoke from helping beget the first offspring. An internal paradigm shift reshuffle......Read More

...Tram has, recently, become my favorite travel mode, At the young and old, whom I come across, I smile gently; Each, in their world, like flies and bees, and beasts has their own code, Women, gossi......Read More

... Dear Penfold Through the eyes of a warchild and she was me ..the world was beautiful and I trusted and respected people who were big , bigger than me .. I would look up and see people and to m......Read More

...Overweighed by stresses and strains, like a wrecked ship, I move, Yet, like a weighed-down donkey, burdens on me I approve; I perform my work, like a worn-out machine, unthinking, Preoccupied with......Read More