Short Dysphoria Poems

Narcotic
Elation
Ecstatic
Dysphoria
Leading
Elsewhere...

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Anguish paints the mask.
Choking on dysphoria
begrimes a collapsed heart.
Hypothermia sets in
when squeezing the color blue....

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There is only something right within me
I need to choose a side this time
And I don't know how to pick myself
Debilitating dysphoria occurs in my soul 
And I am left with a stranger once again

~Ayesh...

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Short Poem Dysphoria
Miracle Man
1/14/2023

Due to lifely issues, numbering a bunch,
quality of life has taken a different track.
Today, Dysphoria is eating my lunch,
and readies itself to pop the sack.
Tom
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Ironic we live in a time when partial people 
Feel the need to cut off parts
To be more whole

These parts can range 
From friends and family, home and culture
To their own distinctive body 

But the effect is the same
Individuals made even less
In their effort to be something more

(1/2/25)
...

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Mutual grief and joy to I
Euphoria reverses to dysphoria
Lessons learnt warmly
Action speaks louder than word
No regret with bitter aftertaste
Colour varied, bright against dull
Hope invites its beautiful face
Owning emotion rare and true
Looking ahead, lighter walk in step
Young at heart, never give up....

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There's a constant drone in the back of my head
Hide them
Hide them
Hide them
Hide them

A constant drone that turns my vision red
Hide them
Hide them
Hide them
Hide them

Snap
Snap
Snap
Snap
Every picture hurts

Crack
               Crack
                               Crack
               Crack

The facade's about to burst...

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It’s easy to believe
That humans don’t have hearts
After what they’ve done to me
Lies tend to numb the hurts
But I’ve never been the type
To lie, cheat, or steal
Instead I like to run
To run from what is real
And while I’ve never been athletic
I’ve always been creative
So I like to pretend
It matters what a person is
It doesn’t
Not really
No, not in the least
But pretending I’m someone
It brings me some peace...

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Passions from expression prohibited
Floods an entire being
As arms ache from longing
To nurture, to shelter, to embrace
What on this bed cannot lie
And what in this house cannot live
Anymore.
In lieu a distant view
Suffices to nourish
A parched heart's thirst, 
And dreams of what cannot be
Invades unguarded moments, 
While despondent poisons
From the radio spill
Infecting from ear to soul; 

To be human, 
A sin that cannot be avoided....

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The person you are inside,
Your real self, your personality,
Is not who you look like on the outside
You are not show in reality
Body and mind are not one,
Two different things apart
You are now done
With being split in part
Between what is shown
And what is you really
The body you think you own
And the one inside, you finally
Decide to break the cycle of thinking
And end it with you last blinking

Written on February 17, 2020...

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We sow discord,
Yet we're thirsty of peace.
We chant war,
Yet our ears call for euphonia.

Racism infests our world;
Tribalism invades like malaria.
Although we have diverse languages,
With love there is no barrier.

We attack the weak,
And leave them with dysthymia.
We hunt strangers like Tiger,
And replace euphoria with dysphoria.

Oh children of Adam!
We are one family.
Do away with xenophobia,
And put on xenophilia like a regalia...

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Have you ever woken up asking "whats the point" 
Tired of daily life
Desperate for a change
Music doesn't seem to please anymore
Nights when sleep seems tiresome 
Days that seem to never end
I just need a switch
Not necessarily something major
People's questions hit my ear drums exasperatedly
I have a dysphoric mood
Nothing seems to please me
Everything seems exhausting 
People seem to be missing from my life
Just me and my insanity in this silent room...

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Generation grips,
I am the street
in dysphoria.

You run, shout, the arc
bleeds, you become your enemy
that kills the alphabets

A statue was hung
upside down
to eject the violence from plastic lips.

Blood stained sidewalk
throws a challenge to send
the skins of martys.

The taste of endometrium confronts
a fortune of calories in pink
for an unconscious hood.

And the language of golden teeth
hides the backdoor flight
of a fallen god.




SATISH VERMA...

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