Sigmund Poems | Examples

I found the Jacaranda blue

I fell off the staircase 
A tree wrapping around its trunk
Birds gliding through the ocean 
Teastall offering free of charge 

North Korea and the USA
On a toast with Scotch whiskey 
What's your name, someone says? 
I was staring at the tree leaves 

Then a gentle voice emerged
Under the sun, my supreme choice
I found the Jakaranda blue 
As in a haze, I came to

Did you do it intentionally 
Sigmund Freud on the wall 

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26 August 2025

Holiday Fun

Frosty and Rudolph needed some quick cheer
And they went to the local bar for beer
Rudolph's nose went pale white
Frosty soon yelled in fright
As he watched yellow snow below appear

Sigmund the elf on the shelf was mad
He was recently careless and bad
When he jumped down off the hutch
No one seemed to miss him much
Instead, he was soon replaced, so sad

Santa decided to change his suit blue
And thought he now looked all dapper and new
But his reindeer flew right by
With his sleigh now in the sky
They thought he was an imposter, who knew

Psycho Babble

My Yin and my Yang are at odds with one another
I place the blame for my Oedipus Complex squarely on the shoulders of my mother
I cannot be held responsible for the mistakes I make each day
The flaws in my character are baked into my DNA.

Maslow's Hierarchy establishes priorities from which I cannot change
My interpretation of Rorschach's inkblots suggest I am deranged
I respond to certain stimuli much the same as Pavlov's dog
I hear voices from inside my head but cannot follow the dialogue.

Schrodinger's cat may be dead or alive, the same is true for my libido
Sigmund Frued would say that is because my Id is subservient to my Super-Ego
I am sorry but our time is up, according to the clock upon the wall
You integrated some of my personalities, but you did not get them all.

Cathexis

Psychic energy that is misspent on an idea, 
perhaps an object, and often on a person,
is referred to as a cathexis, an action 
to satisfy an urge or need that can worsen.

In his explored psychoanalytical theory 
of personality disorders, Sigmund Freud
theorized about this rather unhealthy drive 
in which a life can be hindered or destroyed.

He believed that psychic energy is found 
within the id, the ego, and the superego
The id directs a person's most basic needs,
deviating reality, but just how far will it go?

To satisfy the fanatic compulsion it craves 
it can throw someone's energy into disarray,
This personality disorder is totally cognitive,
borderline psychotic, leading the mind astray.

Ego cathexis is a median nature of narcissism
causing a break down of stored up emotions.
Anger may occur, irrational to say the least,
often filling the brain with devious notions.


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You, Are Not a Psychiatrist

Don't use psychoanalysis on poetic friends!
You have no degree, and you never spent even one hour 
with them, personally.

If you possess no degree, or never worked in psychiatry,
Be their friend, stop being Dr. Sigmund Freud.
Be a friend, unequivocally!

A poem is an expression of a poet's heart in rhyme.
Analyze the poem, not the poet.....
Better to accept and to love them in real time!


                          2/24/2021
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Sacrilegious Transgression Against Obsessive Compulsive Disorder

I generally mean mine mien mental state
moost occasions heavily marinated stupor
long established as external trait
psychologically time tested trooper
impossible mission to kickstart sanity
doppelgänger regularly revisits his soul asylum
hellbent antimatter he cannot vitiate
despite therapeutic laxative merely exhausts

well bred literate smoking doobie brother
eliminating aforementioned pablum
witnessed courtesy one floundering grouper
among plenty of fish schooled
hyphenated (high finned haggled)
burn hushed scaled poem
courtesy one unionised rebellious party pooper.

Spellbound with colossal mental grippe
(i.e. all-consuming figurative cerebral
obsessive compulsive forced membership)
magnetic resonance imagine indicated jagged blip
and/or nsync microscopy
showed telltale genetic authorship

regarding above stated mental health crisis,
whereby Sigmund Freud analyst did flip
lid freeing leeches imported courtesy Philip
Hansel and Gretel a mere slip
o' lass whose nose she always did turnip.

- Six Relatives -

Six relatives
shell upon shell of relationships
Each layer has its function
Even hens keeps the family in order

My sister Lina and I 
are completely different
only a leaf thin wall 
separates the laughter from the tears
She is hypersensitive
but incredibly friendly and caring

Frank my brother is my best friend,
he's dear to talk to
We likes to spend
many hours together every day
A special friendship that lasts a lifetime

Aunt Astrid and Uncle Sigmund
is always to be trusted in thick and thin
although I have barely seen them in five years

Sofie and Silje are twins
and my cousins
Have you ever met
someone who never stops talking
They talk all times, 
whether they gets an answer or not
Humorous remarks, they are incredible
Gives everything of itself, own experiences,
personal anecdotes, memories and observations
Lots of bubbles and laughter

Some times I wonder on the coincidences in life
We depend on each other, and we need each other
Although we are completely different





20.11.2020
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    (fictional poem)

Rem

Sigmund sandy dreams
resolute mirthy incomes
tranquil playhouses

You Earned It

According to Sigmund Keeple
Bad things happen to good people
The Karma rule
Whacks the cruel
Like lightning striking a steeple

Shrinks Beware Karma

I
here lie the remains of savior-imposters
lots of canned answers from textbooks
they knew: peace & reconciliation will be their ruin
so, divorce or hate, were prolonged a tad
shrinks who didn't show you peace and reconciliation ...
until you'd paid their bank loan first!

II
here lie the greedy bones of quacks (OK, not quite)
like Sigmund Freud their father, for eyes: "holes"
That saw the complex world through sexual roles
Just like horoscope peddlers, these too got it right -
generally - who has use for generalities with abortion?

Raillery

Small gauge large sound
could be trivia profound

Stations and shunters
red lights for the punters

Small member large auto
mobile cars pars pro toto

In silly banter we trust
French letters a must

But remember the other
Freud had a mother

In Victorian Vienna he toiled
his thoughts rather soiled

In mind he bonked on the couch
dirty old man sought to debauch 

Those wicked rationalizations
what a treat for all nations

Kill thy father bonk thy pother
plenty of perversity to smother

So deliriously stupid it seems
it is all in all in those dreams

Yet morbid mortality calls
when the man stumbles and falls

He walked a tight sleezy rope
cocaine was his grand old dope

When the wicked go mad
it culminates bad and sad

High volume tiny shackles
still nonsense’s trifle crackles

All quiet again at the libido check out
Sigmund is dead long live the doubt

Freudian Slip

A poet's soul lay in slumber,
his pen a distasteful adversary. 

A suffering soul lost in yesterday,
stumbled upon his somnolent path.
Enchanted eyes felt her nakedness 
through barriers of her cryptic veil.
Echoing tremors of her broken soul
gently charmed his hardened heart.
Enraptured by her enchanted tears
he joined her capricious journey.

Her enigmatic elegance inspired his
zealous zealot pen to ooze musings
praising their charismatic camaraderie. 

Drifting into the anomaly of her mind,
he became a victim of a Freudian slip.
Voices tormented her malinger mantra,
suffocating her into a maudlin malaise.

Reprehensible words led to bruised ego,
unjustifiable actions led to lonely silence.

An aroma that expired with her last petal.

A poet's soul lays in slumber,
his pen a distasteful adversary. 

Silent One
Simple Musing
23 January 2018

Freudian slip
a slip-up that (according to Sigmund Freud) results from the operation of unconscious wishes or conflicts and can reveal unconscious processes in normal healthy individuals

Life With T-Rump ***

Trump's followers act like androids
Hate fills them with his opioids
This does us chagrin
We must quickly bring in 
A flotilla of Sigmund Freuds

Clubhouse In My Mind

Meanwhile, at the secret clubhouse ....

Detective John McClane:   Anyone up for a game of poker? 

Dirty Harry: Feel lucky punk?  

Detective John McClane:  Yippie Ki-Yay mother******   

Dirty Harry: Did you just call me a mother*****?  

Hans Gruber:  I am the only mother***** here.   

Sigmund Freud: So tell me Hans, when did you first realize you had these feelings for your mother? 

Detective John McClane:  Siggy, Siggy, Hansy Boy is a second-rate East German terrorist with a lousy accent, he isn't some twisted, perverted freak.

Andrew "Squiggy" Squiggman  (walking in the door):  Hello!

Mad Hatter:  You’re late. 

Andrew "Squiggy" Squiggman:  I was on a hot date. 

Mad Hatter:  You're also a liar.

Mr Kotter:  Do you have a note from your mother Mr. Squiggman? 

Arnold Horshack: Yes Mr. Squiggman, where for art thou note from thy mother? 

Andrew "Squiggy" Squiggman: This is my note. 

Mr. Kotter: That isn't a note. That's, that's... 

Vinnie Barbarino: Ba-ba-ba-barbarino, Ba-ba-ba-barbarino.

My Favourite Footbridge

At the footbridge day and night
Dreams meet and dreams avoid
The footbridge is never annoyed
Smiles Sigmund Freud

At this end the highway
At the other the park
Connects the two contrast
The footbridge smiles in the dark

Dreams in the dark chamber
The fountains turn and toss
Listening to the footfall chaos
The footbridge I walk across

Hurry up says the red bird
The police inspector is there
I run across the footbridge
To my easy chair

On one side the blood and dust
On the other your restless bird
The footbridge one has to trust
To bear the world very hard
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July 18, 2016

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