Short Headspace Poems
Short Headspace Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Headspace by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Headspace by length and keyword.
Why is this head so dark
Inside, I can’t even seem to find a spark
No movement or care
For it’s best to not be aware
Of what’s really going on up there
Categories:
headspace, anxiety, dark, emo, how i feel, lost,
Form:
Rhyme
Categories:
headspace, absence, abuse, addiction, anger, appreciation, depression, sad,
Form:
Free verse
counterclockwise breeze
the fringe of Fall inside-out
static headspace
Categories:
headspace, autumn, silence, spring,
Form:
Haiku
Sitting eyes closed in the darkness
suffocating a soft glow illuminates
thoughts of a chattering mind;
As the chaos feeds on your mind
reveling in the solace of darkness,
you don’t know it illuminates;
Moonlight in a window illuminates
there is prose within your darkness;
A murky headspace I don’t mind;
My darkness illuminates my mind.
Categories:
headspace, dark, emotions, feelings, writing,
Form:
Tritina
Fleeting memories encounter vague enchanted pleasures at the bottom of the minds well.
Their delicate everchanging existence intoxicates the huanted headspace in which they dwell.
Images infiltrate an insatiable conscience where fools invent necessity and cry superficial tears.
Momentary merciless passion commands the heart to kiss fantastical desire with lips that never tell.
Categories:
headspace, angst, fantasy, lost love, love, mystery, passion,
Form:
Narrative
TALK AMONGST STONES
if we hadn’t had
that extra drink
at lunchtime
our headspace chefs
would only scream
twice:
(f) off my menu
go talk of your
stones
so we do…
build temples
ancient tabloids
of
triple distilled
distracted
abstract
metaphors
as is prone
word for word
talk amongst
S
T
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N
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S
© Kim van Breda—29 October 2015
(with Mal Campbell)
Categories:
headspace, appreciation, for him, imagery,
Form:
Imagism
I long for my island
Asleep in the sea
A perfect location
Made just for me
Far from the rat race
The fear and the dread
No shop for my cravings
No milk and no bread
I travel there often
In my mind in the night
When my headspace is full up
When I’m losing the fight
My island’s as real
As any reality
My perfect location
Asleep in the sea
Journey, don’t travel,
If your roots are deep set
Your mind is an atlas
You can never regret.
Categories:
headspace, sea,
Form:
Rhyme