Short Catharsis Poems
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before the refreshing wind of night
I unload what's hurting me much
and stay with the suave relief of Porto wine!
a renewed state of
emotional catharsis is what
written expression brings
with it's purification of
past hurts in it's wake
creating an internal
release of pent up tensions
turquoise sea on beach
surges in those fondling chins ...
stars of catharsis
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Dated July 11. 2019
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Sponsored by: Kim Rodrigues
Inspired by but not written for a contest
I once knew a man from Tarsus
He had only one way of catharsis
He would sit on a pot,
and release all he'd got
Stressing his point with an arsis
Spilling my tears,
drying my inner river
washing my soul inside
This I do when I laugh...
When I laugh with an opened smile
when I clean out sourness
I feel lucky on the outside
and renewed within... !
Vile
Dart
Piercing
Hindsight Thoughts
Bring Anguish and Grief
Remove this Vile Thing from my brain
Memories flow out with arterial bleeding
Flushed out with unconstipated relief as catharsis regains hold on reality
Wind,
look how
wild it blows
across the waves;
Ancient melody;
A song of catharsis,
whitecaps wash the pain away;
The innate noise bestowed on you
it cancels out the internal drum;
Ocean breezy circadian rhythms.
there are creatures that sleep
as minerals
dream as vegetables,
wake up as animals
to be as criminal...
Regression in time and space...
Me, by my side
I, what God ordains me
I simply do
so I'll recognize who I am!
<The smooth ink stains bleed a crimson red with each stroke
The pages' colors publish a perilous message against the black granite surface
Black, red, white
Its message is clear
It's time to stop writing
My cathartic heart
threw away the finished leaves of bitter autumn's burning
I brewed myself a loving cup, made sweeter by my learning
tansy, bay with chamomile, bright meadow flowers to sip
tastes better far than poison to be found upon your lip
Some say pain drives art.
Is that how you fell in love with poetry?
Title:
Finding Catharsis
(A lone voice whispers)
Conjuring stanzas
Baptised sanctified with pain
To keep on floating
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(C) Copyright John Duffy
Cut down routine, dine
Alfresco.
Toss your shadow in the evening wind
Harmonize your dreams with the
Allure of a half moon wooing a
Red tinged
Sunset,
Inner peace
Sets in stealthily
Tonight the gibbous moon shined bright
Like catharsis for my infinite thoughts
Touched by natural chords, he
Called me above dark treetops
Amid cerulean skies.
As if, I belong with them, among myriad and myriad of stars,
He drew me closer, ever nearer
Like Writing Limericks
Like writing limericks best I know for sure;
Are so nice and short and easy to endure;
Another one came;
Some more of same;
Even though modest and remain obscure.
Jim Horn
Kind of like osmosis and catharsis at the
same time.
can't stop till I read
every single one of them
why -in-the-world- not?
good, bad, in-between
virtues, vices, and feelings
it all takes me back
youthful nostalgia
library psychiatry
free book catharsis
my inner-school-self
needs literary healing
ongoing escape
I
dreamt of
a poem
forgot the words
As beneath the salty cold brine of tears
silence floats, whilst I’m coloring kohl rain
in metaphors
of regret
across
blood
red
ruby
carnations
that bleed silken
sonnets for an ocean-dipped catharsis
Horizon of knelling bells
Adequate feeling bestowed
Hue, odor, sound, sensation
Harmoniously dwell
Tangible gnosticism
Catharsis
Potency yells
Largess
Ample satisfaction
Darkness, Thy power quells
Allah, family, thought
Camelot...Freedom
Allah: Arabic word for God
Catharsis
By Carolyn Devonshire
heart
wisdom
comes with age
experience
so many emotions and events stored
flushed quickly from memory to my page
release, let go
catharsis
gives me
peace
*Entry for Michael’s “Where Your Poetry Comes From” contest.
White dunes fluttering sands
in the heart delusional disappointments
in my world it was the edge of time
since you left in an april
this and everything on this beach I realize
nothing seduces me anymore....
All this sadness, dead landscape
in this beauty I am less than a grain
I emerge from echoes, from a dungeon so deep,
To erase the ink of inner turmoil you keep.
Thy mollycoddled soul, relegated to bits,
Here's tulsi for the bruises where life's pain sits.
I'm the crucible's fire, shaping an alchemist’s design,
An emotional release, making every space divine.
C rying my heart out
A t night, watched only by God,
T ears flow at their own pace,
H ardly controlled by me;
A wake I lie, my mind working,
R apid thoughts come and go,
S ilence slowly silences my sadness.
I magination mingles with heartfelt words.
S erene, I write, each line a cathartic revelation.
05/31/17
the end I warn you:
catharsis of bad things
that converging in blocks
form an antagonistic empire
your face will show everything
sad frown
but even that won't keep away
the phalanx spears
pointing victorious
for the ride of the hours
unbalancing fate
and paving the path of indifference
of what will survive
Writing is a catharsis for my pain, lighting my way through the
darkest hours. ~ by poet
pens are the vessels that pour forth our words
ladling ink 'cross blank pages
drawn from wells in our hearts
March 26, 2022
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No, no, no,no.
Catharses catharsis abounds equals equal being worth.
Jesus Christ beauty bastions newly grounded work.
Furthermore my love,
Apologize to that guitar man.
His sentimental chimes.
Are shaking my rebricate quill.
Greasing both pork rinds.
Do as I do.
Not as I say.
I don't know.
Get saved anyway.
Rinforzando!
Form:
I hail Catharsis.
Where are you, friend?
Tell me where to go.
Give the path that hath
some sort of answer.
You know while
I do not and
maybe never will.
This world is Big.
I am a protozoan.
I abuse you, Catharsis.
You turn me on
When my engine is cold
Purr for me so I can follow
your beat or at least
some grandiose rhythm.