Psychology Poems
The last leaf 🌿
by Rishabh Meena
The last leaf of the tree
Never falls
Even when all rest
Are gone
But maybe I was wrong
And so it fell
Not with the wind—
But with a silent farewell.
Colours of autumn 🍁
by Rishabh Meena
As summer fades and days grow cold,
Autumn paints the world anew.
Marks the transition from the warmth of summer
To the vibrant colours of mother nature.
In nature's embrace, serenity found,
Rumbling leaves make a sound.
The leaves of the trees begin to descend,
......
Pareidolia
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
It was all about a grim,
Foggy, smoggy, old Thursday night
In Hithergreen,
London’s belching south,
Below Europe’s icy, dark trees and
In the silence of grieving mornings . . .
Bulbous clouds bleeding with strained oomph
Would stir the ingravescence of patented ills.
The trains always come railing!
Railing loud and silly
......
What did I do wrong- 1/20
by Snakes And ladders
What did I do wrong
Why do I always feel like this
Always getting hurt
So often and so much
By people I was so nice to
I’m tired of not giving a fuck
It physically hurts
Something inside me feels heavy
How can people not care
How do they walk past you
......
Olden Tale
by Ivy Olivia Tjahjadi
The old jaggernaut's dream
Filled brain juice to the brim
Withstand this tale's grim
So no more you'd be trapped by the gleam
Once, spoke a hummingbird, blaring clickity and clackity throbs:
"You shall not prevail better than my voice."
The bird hums with an echo so loud, jollying bold brazen yaps,
Letting the whole forest hear her obnoxious melodies
......
Olden Tale
by Ivy Olivia Tjahjadi
The old jaggernaut's dream
Filled brain juice to the brim
Withstand this tale's grim
So no more you'd be trapped by the gleam
Once, spoke a hummingbird, blaring clickity and clackity throbs:
"You shall not prevail better than my voice."
The bird hums with an echo so loud, jollying bold brazen yaps,
Letting the whole forest hear her obnoxious melodies
......
Colours of autumn 🍁
by Rishabh Meena
As summer fades and days grow cold,
Autumn paints the world anew.
Marks the transition from the warmth of summer
To the vibrant colours of mother nature.
In nature's embrace, serenity found,
Rumbling leaves make a sound.
The leaves of the trees begin to descend,
......
The last leaf 🌿
by Rishabh Meena
The last leaf of the tree
Never falls
Even when all rest
Are gone
But maybe I was wrong
And so it fell
Not with the wind—
But with a silent farewell.
Pareidolia
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
It was all about a grim,
Foggy, smoggy, old Thursday night
In Hithergreen,
London’s belching south,
Below Europe’s icy, dark trees and
In the silence of grieving mornings . . .
Bulbous clouds bleeding with strained oomph
Would stir the ingravescence of patented ills.
The trains always come railing!
Railing loud and silly
......
What did I do wrong- 1/20
by Snakes And ladders
What did I do wrong
Why do I always feel like this
Always getting hurt
So often and so much
By people I was so nice to
I’m tired of not giving a fuck
It physically hurts
Something inside me feels heavy
How can people not care
How do they walk past you
......
