Psychological Poems | Examples of Psychological Poetry

hearts of glass hurled through air in pieces plastic idols nesting dolls caned by fear opaque tears swept beneath smiling lacquer...

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I surpassed father though the path was treacherous and filled with mirrors ...

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Psychology or Life? Life is life. Life gives lives. Psychology? Homogeneous Sharing their modern lives Death says, all death of life ...

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No this world No present, new past, new tradition, no this life, never This world is running out, just check the time, still alive No, this culture, no, this science, it’s already dead kind The present, the new past, and tradition kill the world Innocent is guilty, and the sinner is the innocent here Hmm, I am guilty here, the...

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She was not invited She was arranged They never wanted Jasmine not the woman who brought basil-clean hands and pomegranate soap who harmonized soliloquies into pastries while they offered only hinges rusted shut She was not guest She was garnish Not Jasmine the flower but Jasmine the bulb strangled in its own clay frost biting at the marrow buried beneath their polite...

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I walk alone where the frost bites deep, Where silence howls and shadows creep. The world forgot me—left me bare, A ghost among the living air. I cry, but echoes mock my plea, No arms, no voice, no sanctuary. Yet still I breathe, though breath feels thin— A...

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I never think my thoughts deep thoughts -- though I'm no Peter Sellers, they are but common trite reactions. l do not live an examined philosophic life; nor have I focused, fathomed understanding. But -- there is, everywhere, wide-eyed blank confusion -- crowds who do not listen, do not hear, cannot ken -- who do not choose even NOT to...

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When the seed of fear is planted in minds, It germinates in brains as a tormentor— Sometimes sown by a whisper, a shadow, a lie repeated twice. When illusion becomes reality, And starts by making the heart skip a beat, then more of its beats, then all of its beat. It creates monsters in our eyes in the dark, Born from...

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Do you ever feel like u feel no love and the feeling won't go away, Or do you feel like your depressed almost every single day, Are there days u wake up but just can't get out of bed, Is it cuz facing a new day probably is what you dread, Have u ever been with someone who did...

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Within the secret sacred shrines of rose Dwells a scent. This aroma, like gold, glows. Creation flows. Existence is the scent. Though the rose fades, its scent lasts without end. The scent is not on her external skin. This is in the clashes of seasons' spin. This aroma springs from her spotlessness. The fragrance finds the bloom's bottomlessness. Soul is the core of...

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I'm between the devil and the deep sea. From the grabs of stress, I wish to be free. Flaws, like storms, uproot me from existence. Moments move like streams with no resistance. With sloth and pride, my specks of soul are foiled. I wash my linens. They seem to get soiled. I thirst for care, concern, and compassion. Why do jars of...

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I stare at the girl through my looking glass. In her smile, self-deprecation sighs. Voices in her head whisper chaos, as she screams internally for attention, begging any deity above to save her. Oh dear, doesn't she know? The looking glass might just crack, from a world where fight becomes flight. She enforces principles of modesty in clothing- but is modesty the only veil...

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I wake to the desert, talking to the wind; its voice is dry and muffled. Sand cuts my skin as I walk; nowhere feels like a place I belong to. The seeming figs glow like a distant fire. My feet are melting with every step I take. I lose my balance when I stride; I am surprised as the light darkens me. Flames...

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We question what love is for We question why we need more We question all our wants with tears We question why we think were here We question if it's going to pass We question if its to vast We question has it gone far We question how much we lower the bar We might question everything we've done But the answer to it,...

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she plays scenarios in her head till she can’t distinguish shades from fact or fiction it started out all innocent at first she didn’t sense the danger she let her thoughts play drift and skip ahead of herself like an untended garden the weeds soon taking over she spirals down a private rabbit hole and plays such games not meant for children the type with hidden...

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