Psychological Poems | Examples of Psychological Poetry

In Konigsberg's silent, winding streets, A scholar kept a clockwork beat— Immanuel Kant, whose daily round Set city watches to their sound. A mind both shaped by science’ light And mystic mother’s faith at night, He stood where reason, faith, and sense Met at Enlightenment’s immense And trembling, storied, ancient cross, Where gain for one meant some would lose. Hume, thirteen years ahead in age, Had...

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I'd have to say I'm calm and easygoing, I can be fun to be with in a quiet kind of way. My mind's creative and always working, always thinking of things to brighten someone's day. I like to be pampered but will never ask for favours, I'm still on the surface while longings deeply stir. I'm not high maintenance, you might even feel that I'm ok with being taken...

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My PTSD is here within me. Tries to control my mind. Tries to dictate what I find. My PTSD lives here with me. Can control some actions and thoughts. Bilateral movements ground my defence to its calls. My PTSD creates vivid memories which lock me into dark spaces alone. I have to act when the triggers...

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I guess I never grew up. I'm not mature. Anyway, why'd I wanna do that fur? My mom called me smart aleck so many times, I'd be rich if, for each one, I had dimes. Want someone to do something, just say "don't". It may be dumb, but you can't tell me they won't....

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We know your game And we are not going to become slaves to it We've seen you spin your lies like a spiders Web Your crimes of deceit will come back to smite you The heavens will rain down on you There is no escape from eternity Hear these words said Let them infest your head Your silence will betray you...

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When the mind slowly decays It doesn’t just affect the mind It affects the body, the spirit, the soul The spiritual horror of psychological torture Is how you treated black people The way you penetrated our minds with accusations of inferiority Treating us less than animals Less than the dirt on your shoes Generation after generation You have tortured my people Psychological...

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I. THE WANDERING I was born with a life that bled— a seafloor womb dragging tides of fern and marigold char The priests brought saffron and fear crowning me with diagnosis They said: She is too empty They said: Fill her with figs with seed with stillness They said: Her belly speaks too loud Mute her O Plato old patriarch of phantoms my body was no beast— just prophecy you never learned...

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It was all about a grim, Foggy, smoggy, old Thursday night In Hithergreen, London’s belching south, Below Europe’s icy, dark trees and In the silence of grieving mornings . . . Bulbous clouds bleeding with strained oomph Would stir the ingravescence of patented ills. The trains always come railing! Railing loud and silly Like heathen bandits with no shame. But before such mornings, A half-distilled liquored, low-brewed Evening...

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The scientists of today think deeply instead of clearly. One must be sane to think clearly, but one can think deeply and be quite insane. ~ Nikola Tesla nights are dark and long and those who come only to wheedle me into eating, or drinking, or brushing my hair coddle and coo yet bear knife and needle to prepare my mind...

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He told me all is fair in war, that he studied all of our wars. That when they take over, everything will belong to them. He told me, when a new culture of government takes over they instill all of their laws and cultures, making all the old ones cancelled. All is fair in war...

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In the wilderness of bewilderment, Sculpting different sorts of thoughts, Where intent fades, needing no interment, And truth exudes from all its rots. There lies the stark resolve for my future, A slender hope of life ahead, Bound together by a catgut suture, That time corrodes until it's shed. All kept away from prying eyes, Ever before my intent was conceived, Just to keep all...

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We ride a spaceship through the sky, The Earth, it spins as stars pass by, At thirty kilometers each second we soar, Yet feel no jerk, no sudden roar. The galaxy moves, the cosmos sways, In silent dance through endless days, For billions of years, we spin, we glide, In constant calm, on cosmic tide. As children small, with eyes so wide, We asked...

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tormented teetering on the edge of insanity AP: Honorable Mention 2025...

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I just downloaded the latest product - yay! It's better than the competition, they say. Some call it "Sun". Others call it "Rain". It's the application inside my brain....

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It's not at all easy to come to term with this 'new' old version of me. I'm dealing with a sadly sagging anatomy where what-used-to-be is now not-quite-so-firm. I'm dumbstruck by the person in the mirror. I have to have 'the' chat again and again to scatter the chatter from my brain and help me focus to see things clearer. At least I'm...

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