Psychosocial Poems - Poems about Psychosocial

... Weightlessness My soul floats "along with the thunder," Saturated with impending rain, Scattered back throughout the earth, Lost among ancient ruins and countless seas. I awaken, feeling......

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... I stood at the threshold Of a promising life, Ready to step out bold, Face challenges and strife. I wanted to soar, Like an eagle in the sky. Eager to conquer more, To reach really hig......

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...We'll dread If we're on our deathbed We'll cry For we're going to die That sin It's a turmoil within So pale To feel so very frail In hours I'll give you a flower Suppose I'll give you a r......

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...The last time you felt good, you played along with them, and they were fooled The feeling inside was blue and you always considered the suicide rendezvous It’s when you can’t laugh or cry, and feel......

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...The majority of mine lxiii years expended delving deep into imagination, yours truly escaped, loosed, thwarted... reality courtesy bookland roaming cerebral cortex terra firmae did not amp pu......

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...Somewhere in our misused-contrused essential self lives a malignant cogent cabaret of simul castrated away ills stranded contrivances depleted of furtive psychosocial datatrums that copiously under......

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...Born shackled with globe sized yoked millstone around my neck rivaling the world Atlas shrugged, or outsize boulder Sisyphus eternally obliged to toil uphill steepest mountain side in concert......

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...This is a poetic testimony of a child from an orphanage ... adopted by loving parents: Though I look sober, still in the Lord do I indeed rejoice Grateful am I to hear my father and moth......

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...Some of us, admittedly too few in my detached opinion, still search for Beauty in metrics and for Truth in arts and integrity in secular humanity with and for sacred divinity studies. Pro......

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...There has always been an inter-outer over-under tender balance of loveless socio-equations as they super fit the psychosocial sexe-endices in this modern garner of pluses/minuses/bytes and scribbles ......

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...who knows why we are drawn to the dark places in people's lives my daughter said she wouldn't want that grief and death stuff all day inching in holding hands wouldn't you do something differentl......

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