Poems about Psychology Archives - Page 7 of 9 - The Cracked Door

04/28/25 A New Haiku for a New Day

All life is a dream
Nostalgia’s impotence
Beauty all alone

Blast from the Past:

Reclusively you
The dream is different here
It’s a state of mind

Let that brittle wind
That tells you you don’t belong
Blow the other way.

Blast from the Past:

Yes, the emperor
May have no clothes but wait until
You realize that
Everyone has been naked this whole time

Beneath this silence
Where speech can’t venture, I cry
Alone with the night

Blast from the past:

Alone in the crowd
Solitude in the hustle
The silence of sound

Sitting on your throne
Made of oxhorn, conch, and stone
Alone in your world

Blast from the Past:

In time even the
Wind will give an answer to
Gravity’s promise

Always looking out
Guarding against foreign threats
Never gazing in

Another version with a different emphasis and themes:

Always looking out
To ward off threats, never sees
The beauty within

All I did today
I did as if others were
Watching over me

Blast from the Past:

Nothing’s more of a
Waste and annoyance than
Careless solemnity.

You know what has a
Soul based on what decides to
Keep its own secrets

Blast from the Past:

Lying to live, or
Living to deceive, losing
Credibility

Wounded, sad, angry,
Unheard, dismissed, ignored,
Mourning, yet resolved

Blast from the Past:

Favored yet confined
Peaceful yet surrendering
Hopeful yet watchful

My soul is as
Vast as the world,
A deep river
Unfolding forever

A Blast from the Past:

Here is your desert
Where nothing is real except
Your boundless feelings

Who am I amidst
The quagmire of debate ‘tween
The self and its brain?

Blast from the Past:

Postmodern crisis:
The power of perspective,
Generative force