Psychological Love Poems or Love Poems About Psychological

by Jeff Bell |
Categories: funny, me,

My Shrink

Mind games with my shrink.
Only giving me seconds to think.
His or my sanity on the brink.
Telling him what he wants to hear.
So these psychotic thoughts don't interfere.
I love a profession where all you do is ask questions.
I see your obsession.
Diagnosing patients.
With the power of suggestion.
Mocking once again.
Your profession.
So continue with your notes and antidotes.
On how to fix a fairy tale gone wrong.
So incarcerate me to the nearest psych ward.
At least with the nuts I won't be bored.
Your heart is in the right place but your dealing with a head case.

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by John Goodman |
Categories: freedom, inspiration,

How Many Times Have I Told You

how many times have i told you

You are worthless?

How many times have I pounded your head into the ground?

How many times have I thrown you into the psych ward?

How many times have I looked at you with scorn and derision?

How many times have I rejected you?

How many times have I tortured you?

How many times have I told you in so many ways to die?

You stubborn bastard

You won't leave

You have to get that damn truth out of you

Can't you see this world doesn't want you

Can't you see this world doesn't love you

Can't you see this world isn't ready for you

You stubborn son of a b*t*h

And you keep going

So what the hell do you want?

You have my attention.

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by Nick Faber |
Categories: angst, depression, sadme,

So Much

I can’t wait to get past this crap
 put myself through a lot
 got so much in my lap
I got so much work to do
Hate, shame, and guilt
 stuff I gotta get through
One thing I don’t do is whine
When I feel it coming
I say god give me a sign
His love for me is what I need
He touches my soul
Destroying hates seed
Thankful for all that help me
Without them, only pain I’d see
Most don’t know what hell looks like
But I do and it destroyed my psych

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by Kurt Ravidas |
Categories: creation, inspiration, poetry,

Emptiness

Once in a while my brainpan looks alike
a hackney carriage full of hackneyed clichés
and tired words. In times like this, my psych
advised the psycho to unharness wishes,
to burn the carriage down, to make love
to the imaginary charioteer
and, having smoothly closed the above
gestalt, to go for a walk. Oh, dear,
how silent and empty are the streets!
My head is silent and empty either.
This emptiness miraculously treats
a writer’s block. I feel how formless ether
morphs into words again to give a birth
to the entire world and this small verse.

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by Monicah Onyancha |
Categories: black love, feelings, heartbroken,

I Didnt

I didn’t cry
 I just got my eyes dry
In life you got to try

I didn’t lie
I said what didn’t like
In life you got to psych

I didn’t hate
I looked beyond the gate
In life you must accept fate

I didn’t love
I only took a move
In life you don’t have to trust love

I didn’t see
I only found myself in the sea
In life you must have eyes to see

I didn’t say all these
I thought I had a thesis
In life you need a positive rhesus

I didn’t say I’m right
I thought in sense all humans are right
In life you got t pass some rites

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by Riely Dionne |
Categories: art, depression, faith, happiness, imagination, inspirational, life, loss, nature, peace

Misery

Misery suffering pain
these are 3 of the same
a chemical in your brain
they kill to get out and play
they love to make you insane
from when you get up to end of your day
Music friends happiness
these 3 effect you alike 
they boost your mood and psych
They make it worth waiting till night
If your world is dark they provide light
they make it easy to see your future is bright
just maybe one day it will all be alright

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by Zammy Ickler |
Categories: dark, deep, desire, feelings, fire, humanity, loneliness,

Red Love

the candle flicking forward
fencing the shadows
its like angelic moonlight
cocooned to its impassioned heat
expanding to surpass its limits
till the slow darkness resumes
autum's colors through the flame
as I submerge to a endless fall
visioning the psych of the flare's breath
welcoming me as it burns from hatred
the heat alight from amending nurturing
never to release the satisfaction
the emotions one never receives..

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by Ross Blair |
Categories: addiction,

The Social Network

Go into the Badlands.

Get your private screening.
See how the universe works.

Have a double dose of psych.
Bath in its sea of love,
Smell the enemy within.
The dark tower. 
The soul surfer.

In your warrior's way,
Embrace the den of thieves.

You'll feel pretty.

Now, get out of my room
Big city greens.
Anywhere but here,
Repo man.

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