Psychological Poems | Examples of Psychological Poetry

Subtle strings are pulled, Truth distorts, free will erodes, Trapped in their design. ©bfa051725 ...

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a line drawn in the sand of time plucked from the depths of my mind’s eye curled edge of what’s real what’s not that line that never should be crossed plucked from the depths of my mind’s eye things we’ll forgive but not forget built an imaginary fence washed away by tides yet lingers curled edge of what’s real what’s not distinguishing what’s...

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INEVITABILITY AND MORAL RELATIVITY They say war is inevitable, and will always, with us, be; But this audacious, mendacious attitude is not for you and me:- Dropping Satanic murderous bombs on babes can’t germinate peace; Such Sodomon and Germoria demonic skewing must now cease:- What we must ensure to be inevitably true, is the falling eggs of peace from above; Dropping and...

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In my happy place: Island that is my birthplace. Joining the rat race As a temporary face In my store at my own pace....

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Second Guessing In To Out Sometimes, I wish… my ears to brain to mouth worked as close to normal as possible. These are the times when I second guess the communication process. Life and communication would be much easier. I often second guess the whole process of information coming in and what I say going out. This...

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Alphabet Soup Stigma A multitude of letters bob and undulate as I stir the soup. I gaze confused when I notice the letters haphazardly merge together…Magnetized letters repel and pull together. Slowly familiar acronyms form. PTSD, GAD, BPAD, MDD, and more. I recognized DSM (Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders) acronyms. My feelings are mixed....

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When we have problems, don't panic Start to do something about it Look for any steps toward growth Don't let relationship affect to it Pay attention to small details Like why we plant a flower in a pot Why we water everyday into it Why we stir the soil to let it grow We sort ourselves recognizing growth points Start to change something fruitful,...

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Some with the gumption who continually jump to assumptions and with no allusions always arrive at wrong conclusions board the wrong train again and again and in total frustration never alight at the right station off-track inference prevails their train of thought is off the rails it's repetitive inanity Einstein had a word for that he called it 'Insanity' and let's not forget those excuse me for speaking while you're interrupting (he did mutter) compelled to...

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When I was younger answers, solutions were a driving force – How I would toss and turn, like a salad mix with dressing, trying to identify and constitute the many pieces of entree unknown -- Of course, with age most appetites are forced to change; for the better, I am far less a seeker of answers and more one of interesting questions -- having found...

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Like a can of pop overflowing, Pent up emotions in me overtaking, Old feelings saturating the newest feeling, Afraid of when the table will start turning. Like the cola soda covering A table in which I am patiently waiting, I am as usual finding my feelings confusing, This metaphor is staining my well-being. Like the cold hard thin metal lining, I am lost again...

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Unsure just which of these deep desires of mine is stronger: My desire to belong to someone who's wonderfully mature Or my desire to entertain many like a wildfire....

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Kill off the Mile Long Tree For anyone who cares only cares about everyone Revelation in mind, we don't feel the same You should sort through your thick skull, my friend. Each twig, a secret forever held Each leaf, a statement never expelled. My dear dreamcatcher, though my dearest is radical, You're being ripped out by your roots, big buddy. You're calling for...

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I. The Hour of Approach The poem I was writing refused to end— it kept writing me. Blood didn't ink these lines— the ink bled me. Each stanza a hidden-hematoma across the white of nothingness. Somewhere, midnight faltered, and I was no longer alone. II. Visitation: Sylvia Plath Sivvy came barefoot, bees orbiting...

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Not only leaving is cheating, But acting like giving false hope is also cheating. In this world, soft-hearted people suffer more, Because intelligent people can use them for their needs. You can survive by fighting people, But you can't survive by fighting your own mind. When time mocks, no one stays with it, And when time favors, no one can...

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I needed someone in whom I could trust to let me know of my three strongest suits. I asked my daughter; instantly she gave a quick summation of my attributes. The first she named (my easy-going ways) I had not quite expected, but in her view since I’m rarely ruffled, I am at ease. The more I think about it, that’s...

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