Psychology Poems

Psychology poems that are original and profound. Explore a brilliant collection of psychology poetry that you can’t stop reading. These poems on psychology are published by poets from all over the world and are sure to keep you High On Poems!

Insomnia

Insomnia short poem

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

Alcohol

Alcohol elegy

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.

The Human Temperament And Voyage Poem

The Human Temperament And Voyage Poem short poem

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

Truth Has More Risk

Truth Has More Risk short poem

‘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

Poems containing references to : Psychology

What I Want To Be

What I Want To Be short poem

I tried yeah,I tried, I made you need me, what a difference today, you get honesty. You liked it and showered in thoughts that could be, deep down I knew it would never be me. Black widow you may say,

The Lost

The Lost short poem

The sighs of loneliness Did you hear not A life without wine and women Is bored Iaid the bar keeper with A sly grin, A star winked at my window Seeing my emptiness I sighed for the nostalgia I wonder

Between And With

Between And With prose poem

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

Of Things short poem

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

Puddy Mccuddy The Fuddy Duddy

Puddy Mccuddy The Fuddy Duddy long poem

So here’s a quick study On a guy that’s kinda nutty; His name? Puddy McCuddy, And he’s a real fuddy duddy. In a nutshell, this nut is stuck in Time; At least that’s the case in his dusty mind. There’s

भीष्म

भीष्म kavita

हर पल हो रहा क्षरण शैय्या पर लेटा मैं फिर भी स्वीकार है बाणों का वरण, कब आएंगे सूर्य उत्तरायण और मेरा करेंगे हरण, हरण चैतन्यता से निर्वाण का बंधन से मुक्ति का, बंधन वचन का, धर्म का, कर्म का

Innately miscible

Innately miscible prose poem

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

Imagine

Imagine short poem

Imagine our world without grass and trees at the hill, Will you be able to find fresh waters to sip and to kneel? Imagine our world without waters, Will you be able to swim, ride in a boat or cross

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Midday Dreams With Dragonfly

Midday Dreams With Dragonfly long poem

Dragonfly on the rock. Daydreams in the sky. Men that matter on the deck. Women a far cry. Children fishing on the rocks, gathering crabs that claw. Picking nets of blue synthetic, meshed like entwined twine. Twirling networks on ship

Internal Conflicts

Internal Conflicts long poem

I find comfort in self pity. Belittling myself, my actions and even the mere five second thoughts of my success. I’m tied up by this part of me. The part I’m inevitably dependent on. It is the initial segment of

Will You, Will You?

Will You, Will You? short poem

Will you love me still When my face does no more thrill? Will your eyes shine When mine don’t look fine? Will your lips sport a smile That will be without guile? When bare and bald is my crown Will

Conversation

Conversation short poem

There was no end to looking inside. I was crumbling. Unnamed homing in of anguish, not knowing me. The wasted questions of revival. A depleted dawn of a failed sun? A river war between two hills for a moon? Time

I Choose Life

I Choose Life short poem

Gasped for air as if suffocating, Not that breathing was strenuous, 
or I suffering disease, From responsibility I carried. With lips many profess to love me. Yet blinded to how I was affected. They explained: it was for me, if

Babylon Rott

Babylon Rott short poem

To hear the pattering of tiny feet , then the sound of gunfire in the street, Is a sign that people have lost there way, They cant make head nor tail of the light of day, When will all this

The Mind House

The Mind House short poem

The Mind House I am the agent of my own, busy, cluttered house of my mind, situated on the cockpit of self. I am trying to rent out space for prospective ideas to move in. It’s a semi furnished place,

The Treadmill Of Happiness

The Treadmill Of Happiness prose poem

While I dread the monotony of days that pass me by, I relish in the lack of responsibility I deliberately choose for myself And the beauty of un-productivity that allows me to seep into the deep recesses of my thoughts

Love

Love short poem

The night in Love.. The lady shatter her dream.. She sacrifices all her career.. For the sake of love.. She surrender.. In front of Beloved one.. Ooh you caught me.. Oooh make me fine.. Oooh you love me… The man

Love Sonnet 32

Love Sonnet 32 sonnet poems

How do I start this journey to your heart? From charts or auguries for direction? Should thousand ships from port with me depart, Yet East or West, where lies your affection? As steepest slope, ravines or swiftest stream, May stand

Fireflies

Fireflies short poem

A pagan will search for antiparticles after a collective wrong: some tantric will throw up the smoke rings before the paean starts. Come, stand beside me, sadness is going to find me again on the oak tree. A hairy spirit

Oppressed And Alone

Oppressed And Alone short poem

My boo boo what have we become, I’m so depressed an all alone. I’m desperate and somewhat oppressed, What’s a man to do when he’s distressed. Try to touch you but to no avail, All my efforts are quickly unrailed.

Her Life’s Journey

Her Lifes Journey short poem

She steps into the world UNwanted As a child She can’t differentiate herself from Boys On her Teens shyness creep in and she distances from adolescent boys On crossing the Teens maturity dawns in and dreams of an appropriate life

New Era

New Era short poem

Burning bones blood settles upon the ashes Don’t you cry girl it’s life that passes Bullets shot in defense of masses One day child they’ll take their chances There’s a new voice that whispers power for fascists England is a

Tired

Tired short poem

Tired eyes. Tired of the cries. Tired of the lies. Sick of the deceit. Sick of the defeat. Taking no for an answer, but I’ve still been beat. Less beats to my heart, a slow and rapid start. The faster

Smile for Me

Smile for Me short poem

I am looking for a moment to get rid of my fear The moonlight shines upon me as I walk the lonely road What a fool I am, I don’t know what tomorrow will be I was sure that I

You are water

You are water short poem

With your hair loose, when you cry your heart out, I say, ‘my love, you are a water fall’. you say, ’yes, I am’. with swaying hips, when you walk down the streets, I say, ‘my love, you are a

Walking Like A Zombie

Walking Like A Zombie short poem

I walk through the halls and streets like a zombie empty and alone Wandering aimlessly around curious if she knows I exist. “The past is the past,” they say but the pain is still pain, They also say, “The heart

If Tomorrow Never Comes

If Tomorrow Never Comes short poem

Said you’ll see her tomorrow, When all she hoped, was for you to hold her a moment longer… Today. You thought you’d make it up to her next time, When all she craved for, is your time… Today. You gave

Trapped Light

Trapped Light short poem

A proxy life I was fighting in the hourglass to open the pathways of a grain for a bloody birth of an idea. Was time faithful to us when we were drifting apart? A prowling big cat had again attacked

Minacia

Minacia short poem

Dismantling the menace very discreetly, the matchmakers walked over the hurricane to bring back showers. Unreachable, moon was smiling in the blue sky. The maidens were busy in observing a fast to get a muse. A million stars went on

The Singing Birch Tree

The Singing Birch Tree short poem

A most glorified sound emerging from the center of a winter-land amphitheater. The singing of dark crowned Juncos, radiating through the shivering dry leaves of a lonesome birch tree. clothed in the tranquility of newly fallen snow. The singing birch

Evolution Revolution New World Order.

Evolution Revolution New World Order. prose poem

Global revolution is in the air. Not militarily, but technologically. It will be no less disruptive to world order, in fact it will be many magnitudes more. Technology tsunamis will churn across the globe and back again,washing away the old

A Seek

A Seek short poem

An imprisoned bird looks through the window, beauty of the stars in the dark sky. She dreams to fly with her wings wide, sensing the fresh air, rejoicing amidst her fellow birds. She dreams to be happy and free again,

Jesus, My Savior

Jesus, My Savior short poem

I stand with a humble heart searching Seeking the name and the power There is in the glory of Jesus My Savior, my Father adoring Everything that is from you, Lord Jesus I believe and I trust you my Savior

Washed-out

Washed out short poem

Slashing the surged monarchy of celibates stoking the fire of wounds, the turret locks on to a target taking off the gloves. The mountain was rising. A sheet of the floating ice disturbs the ecology of heart. I place my

Plastic Times

Plastic Times short poem

The times we live in…. Hungry urchins with big eyes.. Mugshots of them, liked by so many… No food tho’ in their sight, As they trudge along, for a miracle. It’s worth talking about, and long scoops. But then, it’s

Ungoing

Ungoing short poem

Incredible moon tips the hallucinating tree. Lake propels the waves to limbs and strips to bank. I wear my lightning and enter into a process outside body. The night betrays and goes back to sun. There is a frame of