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Twilight. I’m still awake. Listening to the mixture of songs through my headphones. The air conditioner is blaring and the fan at its full speed, the lights all switched off and the comforter hugging me. My brain is tired but
She was screaming. I don’t know who that she is. But that she was screaming ’cause, the bleeding won’t stop. The blood was pouring out in the form of clots, and the alcohol and pills were doing a great job.
Radical, peace and spontaneity bonds together like a wind gusting across an ocean. It’s who we are as complex human beings. It’s who we endeavor to be as our own unique being. Often present glimpses of our lives give us
‘As telling lies Is dangerous, To it, you Have to be averse! ‘ Parents, teachers And society Made me, cherish This mentality. Along the age road The hardest way a new Lesson I did upload. Awaits those, More risk The
Between the creeping sounds of creeks seeping into the sea from silent woods and the morning’s laconic cry; I look for you; I look for you under the warmth of the sunshine as it goes through me spreading vitality and
Of things we once had in comparison to now were mom married to dad and a garden to plow before pharmaceuticals and psychology books we got, pull up your bootstraps or you’ll get dirty looks long before fast food when
From my lashes fall a salty solution but never the solution to the trigger of my violent pollution. Feeding the well within me with ammunition of self-pity. My thoughts seeking through garbage dumps of my mishaps, picking up and hoarding
I can’t name things. I can’t tell, with some mighty confidence, this is this or that is that. You tell me of love. but, I have known too many loves. blue love, green love, red love, even yellow love. I
Sometimes you realise you’re stronger than you thought, In hindsight you can surely see, The person that you are and all but had forgot, Lost sight of the person you could be. No matter in life whatever dragged you down,
In the most unusual manic-panic creep, Wildly lurking behind every corner, The Shadow was about to recover some ungraspable but always constantly desired idea.. A fantasy, a darker shade of fantasy: a fun fetish. Or, perhaps, could it be foolish
A cinder, neither coal nor ash, my life, clogs the roots of swaying carnations. Fear, like a cheetah, runs faster than discretion. Helplessly you tear off the last page of the book without reading the end. One petaled coral, green,
Darkness.. my cigarette end glows like a blood shot eye the mud wasp chirps the house rat scuttle by the shrill “Ge-ecko” of Geckos… a dog perched on its hind limbs sends out unpleasant vibrations picked up by its mate
‘Twas on the eve of St Agnes’ Day, When young virgin’s minds fly astray; Stacey lay her body bare To January’s freezing air. She cast her liquid ebon eyes, Up to the boundless starry skies, Hoping to find in that
It was an elated evening Full of excitement and emotions filled, when my flight was landing Welcoming climate was pleasant but grew chilled It was my very first visit to Srinagar Which is acclaimed as a paradise on Earth When
It’s a funny feeling, being totally remote. No connection to the world outside. My world has shrunk down To the walls of my house, To the boundaries of my city. I know many people, But as far as I’m concerned,
Thou, fragrance, you are the only one, in this universe, Liked and welcomed by all, with no hesitation, nor dislikes, Agreeing with everyone’s tastes and joining hand in hand, With anyone, rich or poor, regardless of their virtues and vices.
There was a man stepping off the curb forward progress drawing him into line the city bus intent on cheating the amber light I saw oblivion coming, certain then in the next moment revolved around a crash stop, no squeal
For God and mortals’ sake, Speak no more of Cogito ergo sum- Nor think what I think I become Nor what form I think I take. The mind is indivisibly amorphous! It has no visible or indivisible form; To invisible
Revelations from your cherished words, Echoes in my inner mind like love birds Enlightening those songs, you sung Engraved within my mind forever. After years and fears of destiny I ran into the chambers of darkness; Setting off in grief, seeking