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pickmeuppoetry · 2 years

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9+ Thought-Provoking Poems About Delirium

In this post, you’ll find a collection of poems that explore the range of emotions associated with delirium which is characterised as a state of confusion and extreme fluctuation in mood.

Whether you’re experiencing delirium for the first time or a long-time endurer, these poems will give you a new perspective on this condition. Let’s jump right in

https://pickmeuppoetry.org/10-thought-provoking-poems-about-delirium/

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onkar · 2 years

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Women’s Poems

By: Kathleen Bryson Photo by Jill Wellington on Pexels.com So weary of poemsabout oysters and eggsand bone, and pearls,with delicate allusions tomemento mori and organzawith Victorian references and forced rhymeswith frail loose endingsto stanzasSo tired of wordsused in poemslike coiled and sweetand violet and dryso bored with verseson diets that neverspan wideand alwaysgive you a seriouscase…

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sleepingcielo · 2 years

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this was the first moment that i was confused by your language, hiding the strongest of your convictions. words were strokes of aura, colour bleeding like passion, the hues were stronger in retrospect, stronger than i allowed them to be. yet still i listened, carrying it on my skin. in time it would come to me, that winter night, i would never be the same again.

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jgreyblog · 6 years

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I’m sorry I couldn’t love you in the way you needed to be loved.

j. grey

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kylekimberlin · 2 years

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After Two Years

“Am well. Thinking of you always. Love.”― Albert Camus, The Plague What if there is no I, no not-I,maybe only We, certainly no Them?What if it is all one light, one darkeninginto death, one ineluctable pain? There is so much more to write poemsabout than death, I know. But the birdssimply sing as the humans rise and fallon waves of plague. Their musichasn’t changed my mind. There arenights I…

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pruzzels · 5 years

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Casimir Lefaucheux The Still, 2019 These dogs are insightfulThey badger up and downI write useful poemsAbout 50 caliber shellsAnd the 7mm LefaucheuxRusting in Ici ReposeI know a girl who Bleeds on the mallWhy must the musicBe so loud?

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yourpoetspoemsblr-blog · 4 years

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romanosabastian-blog · 6 years

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Makes you wonder. It’s all about loyalty. #southafricanpoet #poetry #writersofinstagram #poetsofinstagram #instapoetry #igpoet #instadaily #friendship #poemsabout #poetrycollection #wordsmith #poetryinmotion #poetrycommunity #writerscommunity #dbz#vegeta #goku #saiyan #rsm #real #whyamilikethis #fullmoon #quote #follow #thursday #humpday #readme #myownfriend #friendshipquotes (at South Africa)

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sleepingcielo · 2 years

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i tell myself, it’s over, but it does not sink in.

i guess it’s because of the self inflicted scars on my skin.

your curls hang in your auburn eyes, as your rosy lips, they sigh.

you tell me, “it’s not your fault, those things they say are lies,”

and i guess that i believe it, but it never quite reached my skies.

so i stare at you, i know it’s empty

but something feels wrong, it’s kept me.

into a little cage i wove for my own,

that was only meant to be kind of home.

i claw and i breathe, i want to see the sun.

but it feels so impossible, what’s been done is done.

so the place i wove to keep them out,

seems to have a its’ own mind of doubt.

and the places that the demons learn to sleep,

will be the place i’m sure to keep.

a quick poem to all those who feel even after the storm passed, they were left with a mess to clean that they never created.

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sleepingcielo · 2 years

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all gone. she runs, pushing onward towards the sun. it feels so different when all of these years are the only friends you have. these ghosts are god, but he too, has been here for a thousand years. so i’m choking, & i run, blurry vision through the path of dirt i wander through.

the fear, is here. and with a few hundred lives, maybe i’m finally in the clear.

a different method of writing, it was on the top of my head so i wrote down what my thoughts were telling me. i listen to music & i don’t look at the lyrics, and i let my mind fill in the blanks and when i go with the rhythm so i can create a paragraph i feel speaks to me.

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sleepingcielo · 2 years

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“tell me, when was it that you saw them for how they truly were?”

“i watched them hurt a lot of people who did not deserve to be hurt.”

“well they hurt you. intentionally. like a game. and then wrapped you back around the false imagery of safety, when it was merely just an illusion of “compliance,” that you put yourself in. you wanted so desperately to prove to the ones who had been hurt, that there was still a good person there for them. somewhere.”

“maybe i just felt that i wasn’t one of those who didn’t deserve to be hurt. maybe i could be the one to understand their demons.”

“you have been hurt by everyone who has ever touched your life, that’s the human nature. at some point, everyone will disappoint you, make you a little sad. a little weary. but the difference is the intent. did they hurt you because you had your own false sense of who they were that you expected them to live up to? were you holding an expectation for them to act as you would have done if it were reversed? or did they truly, utterly, hurt you because they knew that if they cried enough, you couldn’t turn away. just as it has been done to you.”

“was there ever accountability? no, you were just “abandoning them” when you could see that they were manipulative. when you stuck up for yourself.”

“and guess what? you played those wicked games. you became a little more fed up each time. a little more reminded of the people who did you badly in your life, the people who killed your childhood self. you saw the same exact patterns once more. and you started mistaking righteousness for power, you started taking back the power with people who gave their all just to bring you down with them to their level.”

“you started bleeding on people who didn’t quite deserve it. you weren’t sure, when it was time to die with your convictions, or try to be the empathetic person you used to be. it was all so confusing. and it all used to be so clear.”

“things started growing to chaos, there was no more grey zones that you had lived through in your entire life. always saying abuse was them just being misunderstood,”

“one day, you lost the ability to understand the beauty of understanding people.”

“people trying to save you were trying to control you. their intentions just couldn’t be pure. everything was an affliction to them. it was black and white, no more balance, but it felt a little better than floating through the murky greys.”

“sometimes, it comes down to acceptance. you became angry, you became tough. you became unforgiving. you stood up for yourself. all of a sudden you were going through life, knowing things hurt you — and all those things underlying, wrapped around you like chains being placed in the dust.”

“your brain just no longer felt it. you protected yourself when you had to survive, and now you cannot seem to break apart that mind.”

“and you told yourself, i am allowed to be angry i am allowed to escape. i am allowed to shut down when i feel no purpose with you anymore. and you allowed that feeling to be nothing more than people hating that you just finally placed boundaries.”

“because deep inside, they know that young girl so caring, so forgiving, so, “they are just reflecting how they feel on the outside on me, so i will give them another chance.”

“they want that heart, that soul for themselves.”

“they wish they could break apart these castle walls, they wish they could have that person.”

“but you will never let that happen.”

“you became the escapist, the masked artist, the type of person that could feel a scent on their skin, and remember from dawn til dusk and thousands of words bleeding from your skin.”

“when did i realize they were a bad person?”

“when they made me this way.”

and it was then when i broke through the illusion of black and white when i was still drowning in the murky grey zones defining my life. i broke down the ability to differentiate if they were truly bad person, or a good person making bad decisions.

because trust me, they were never an angel.

they were just a bad person.

and sometimes, i feel like, “so am i.”

a letter to myself — you struggle with the tides of mental illnesses coming & going, things once understood, misunderstood again. you have so much you want to say, and it would take years to say it all. but here is a little prologue. here is where you can build from. a letter to the person who showed me the wrong ways, but allowed me to bless myself with the right ways. i exist in duality. and i’m trying my best.

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jgreyblog · 6 years

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I fell in love with the the way you treated me: you were my safety net and protector. It was like I was the only girl in the world.

j. grey

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jgreyblog · 6 years

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My words are my tears, and the culmination of them to become writings derives from the cultivation of dark periods of my life.

j. grey

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jgreyblog · 6 years

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Long ago I was taught this temple my soul is encased in should forever be hidden as my shame.

j. grey

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jgreyblog · 6 years

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As I look upon other couples, I try and compare their love to our love, yet I can't. Ours runs so deep, it's impossible to relate it to anyone else.

j. grey