Sensory Overload Poems - Poems about Sensory Overload

noon’s furnace: asphalt shimmers; air—thick, slow— cracks open. cicadas drill through stagnant gold. a sprinkler’s hiccup-hiss: the pavement’s glow un/curls in steam. the hydrant’s shout: uncontrolled. children shriek!—a liquid burst of now, popsicle rivers bleed; knuckles—sticky, green— cling to handlebars. shadows stretch: thin, lean across chain-link. each blade of grass—laid down— bakes. but dusk? a match-strike: fireflies!— the yard exhales jasmine; stars prick the...

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Warm yellow light. Chilly, for indoor. Soft, soothing, piano. Music— Door slides open. A man walks in, his eyes— Rain’s wailing outside. He talks to the nurse. His voice hoarse like sand— Flash, lightening. Raindrops darken the dusty walk— Thunder. He sinks into the bench beside me. Stinging smell of cigarette butts— Another thunder. Door slides close and muffles it. Nurse says my name. I walk into the doctor’s— A muffled thunder. I don’t...

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when light fractures into noise… I embrace the outburst with emptiness chewing up my nerves. The void softens the impact— can’t break what never arrived....

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The tag behind my shirt, Feeling like your covered in Dirt. Except, There's nothing there. You just feel unclean, But there's no trace seen. Cars beeping, The tv is on, Someone is playing a song There is too much going on. I need to stay sane My sensory is overwhelmed once again. Its making me want to yell. Stillness is needed, Otherwise I'll get heated. ...

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The sound of your rose petal blush sunsetting on your face Feels like my goosebumps dancing on the sky tops of my skin The smell of your mountain rain hair crying sounds like a mid-day summer shower The look of curiosity cuts in the middle of my gaze and feels like a conversation I can’t wait to...

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It’s like- I’m walking though a busy mall. Oh wait, I am, it’s real. I can read minds, I know it sounds silly. Or maybe I can’t. But I can sense the texture of their clothing. I see a tall person and feel tall which makes me disoriented. I am rushing around this place trying to understand their lives. The whooshing of...

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What if woke up one day- and you could not see or hear? Would you find twisted relief?- Or would your mind resort to fear? If I could hear no sound- I wouldn't hear you when you yell. (But) I'd hear no genuinity-- when your heart begins to spill. I'd hear no more excuses- to justify the hurt you've caused me. But I...

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cut off deprived magnetized sensitized to crave desire ache the longing touching caressing skin tingling reacting sensations heightened devouring sole passion AP: Honorable Mention 2022 Posted on May 21, 2022...

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What’s left of my mind when I open my mouth is the part I could never say. What’s left of my mind when you open yours is a place I hope we can share free of alone-ing despair. What’s left of my soul when you open my eyes soars through our blue and brown thrilled skies. What’s left of your soul when I'm lost in your...

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Dark silence I embrace Dark silence slows the pace Dark silence cuts my frustration down to size Dark silence quiets the chase Dark silence relaxes my face Dark silence cools my eyes By Robb A. Kopp All Rights Reserved © MMX...

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