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Psychedelia Poems - Poems about Psychedelia


Premium Member Banned Book Club VIII -Psychedelia studies
To be truly, fully present Of consciousness and answering why we are here, These studies are a promising field of research Yet by powerful backlash research has halted For severe depression and PTSD Universities use micro-doses of psylocibin Derived from mushrooms It lowers stress and doesn’t cause hallucinations Follow up studies show dramatic improvement of conditions not previously responsive to conventional medications and therapies This chemical is still widely...

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Categories: psychedelia, books,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member Psychedelia
Waiting for unreal visuals to finally begin, As I am also waiting for the real visuals to end, Little do they all know this type of trance is not a new trend....

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Categories: psychedelia, addiction, drug, psychological, surreal,
Form: Sijo



Death's Door
Isn't it just crazy how we- Yes, me and you are going to walk through Death's door one day? We all will trip, stumble, and slip into an eternal void. And we all try to avoid so we bow and kneel, and pray. And then we- Yes, you and me, Slide into a black Unmoved because we lack the proper light. Does that give you a...

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Categories: psychedelia, anxiety, death,
Form: Rhyme
Eternity
As I move through each moment, It feels as if time is taking me and is scraping my being over the surface of existence. Like chalk upon a chalkboard, My substance is torn away. I thin, shorten, and fade into nothing but a dusty mark left on the past. I'm powerless to stop it. Too helpless to slow...

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Categories: psychedelia, dark, endurance, philosophy,
Form: Free verse
Focus
Flip through the pages. See the words, without meaning. God is hidden there....

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Categories: psychedelia, god, muse, prayer,
Form: Haiku



Psychedelia
Rocking sun drips away like butter Sunlight bleeds through curtains in rose hung despair Berry stained lips taste sweet but bloom as rare as the seeds of packaged measure she blended into poems...

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Categories: psychedelia, confusion, imagination, mystery,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member Psychedelia
i took a walk to the edge this morning -saw the stars leap across the sky- spaceships in a tight formation -silver dressing on a purple pie- i met a witchy earth queen at a bus stop lookin' at me with big brown eyes.. ridin' by on her blue bi-cycle sayin' i should remove my disguise.. psychedelia-take my number psychedelic like a black cadillac i...

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Categories: psychedelia, adventure, angst, art, me,
Form: Free verse

Book: Reflection on the Important Things