Poems about Mental Health and Mental Illness
#MentalHealth
Poems written by those experiencing mental illness, mental disorders and other mental health problems. You'll also find poetry written by loved ones of sufferers. A bold and honest glimpse into the reality of mental illness.
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
Yesterday 10:39pm
Yesterday 10:39pm
A Toast To Time And Self Empowering
Just stopping through on a Saturday, the Sabath Day, in my culture, and I am fasting, due in part to Ramadan, and for all Christians who are celebrating, Lent, my spiritual incantation(s), to advice you, may peace, find, you as it cradles and keep you.
I would like to wish everyone a consecrated day and it is early March, wow...time is progressing. Spring is almost upon us can you believe kids will be heading to Spring Break, some parent(s) will be ushering their child/children to collage for the first time during the incoming Spring semester.
It makes me think back to...
I would like to wish everyone a consecrated day and it is early March, wow...time is progressing. Spring is almost upon us can you believe kids will be heading to Spring Break, some parent(s) will be ushering their child/children to collage for the first time during the incoming Spring semester.
It makes me think back to...
#MentalHealth
#philosophical
#TruthOfLife
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1 Comment
Her
Poem Published
7th Mar 2025 2:14am
7th Mar 2025 2:14am
Tipping The Tables On Her Past
Numbness wallows, a welcome gift
Once a vibrant soul, a hapless shift
Love forsaken, she couldn’t get a grip
She left her mind at the door and took a decades-long trip
Chaos ensued, she sunk further beneath
Her heart unraveled and fell off her sleeve
Her shrieks turned to wails as she fell on her knees
Gray skies darkened as her life became void of peace
Blow after blow bloodied her resolve to stay sane
Until the day she declared never again!
Underneath her armor it’s the truth that remains
Five years later she’s no longer in...
Once a vibrant soul, a hapless shift
Love forsaken, she couldn’t get a grip
She left her mind at the door and took a decades-long trip
Chaos ensued, she sunk further beneath
Her heart unraveled and fell off her sleeve
Her shrieks turned to wails as she fell on her knees
Gray skies darkened as her life became void of peace
Blow after blow bloodied her resolve to stay sane
Until the day she declared never again!
Underneath her armor it’s the truth that remains
Five years later she’s no longer in...
#depression
#despair
#LifeChangingMoment
#MentalHealth
#TimeHeals
64 reads
4 Comments
gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
Poem Published
5th Mar 2025 6:57pm
5th Mar 2025 6:57pm
Gone
Gone into the distant thoughts of others
when I am no more than a memory.
Vanished into the clay of the earth,
gone I'll be into that distant memory.
When my voice dies with me,
gone I'll be as words in a sob story.
Gone into the imagination of others
where they recall only the best of me.
Vanished to into the nothingness,
gone I'll be into that memory.
When my hand dies with me,
gone I'll be from the pen for eternity.
when I am no more than a memory.
Vanished into the clay of the earth,
gone I'll be into that distant memory.
When my voice dies with me,
gone I'll be as words in a sob story.
Gone into the imagination of others
where they recall only the best of me.
Vanished to into the nothingness,
gone I'll be into that memory.
When my hand dies with me,
gone I'll be from the pen for eternity.
#bipolar
#depression
#MentalHealth
#PTSD
#suicide
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1 Comment
gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
Poem Published
4th Mar 2025 8:54pm
4th Mar 2025 8:54pm
Shipwrecked Soul
Ahoy! There she is!
In formal times, gracefully gliding across the glassy sea;
her figure so stout and proud.
On a voyage (life’s journey) so resolute, unwavering
against the coming storms (challenges)
and serpents (assholes) of the deep blue sea (the world).
Her sails swelled by the gift of wind,
carrying her body so peacefully
to a coming doom (death).
There in that moment, she was,
a silhouette
in the burning backdrop of the far off,
dusking horizon (future).
No other words to describe it.
She...
In formal times, gracefully gliding across the glassy sea;
her figure so stout and proud.
On a voyage (life’s journey) so resolute, unwavering
against the coming storms (challenges)
and serpents (assholes) of the deep blue sea (the world).
Her sails swelled by the gift of wind,
carrying her body so peacefully
to a coming doom (death).
There in that moment, she was,
a silhouette
in the burning backdrop of the far off,
dusking horizon (future).
No other words to describe it.
She...
#bipolar
#LifeCycle
#MentalHealth
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0 Comments
gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
Poem Published
4th Mar 2025 4:07pm
4th Mar 2025 4:07pm
Lantern In The Darkness
The flamelight of my hope and reality
burns within the darkness of psychosis.
Light within dark overcomes –
No matter how small the flame.
Whenever I fall asleep, darkness
slithers itself in bed alongside me
with gazing eyes and a whispery voice.
And there is a lantern within – one I hold
to this darkness that my hallucinating
eyes cannot penetrate alone.
My eyes are lamplit to the dream,
for the flame within ensouls me.
The light of my lantern pulsates,
possessing a fiery heartbeat,
pushing...
burns within the darkness of psychosis.
Light within dark overcomes –
No matter how small the flame.
Whenever I fall asleep, darkness
slithers itself in bed alongside me
with gazing eyes and a whispery voice.
And there is a lantern within – one I hold
to this darkness that my hallucinating
eyes cannot penetrate alone.
My eyes are lamplit to the dream,
for the flame within ensouls me.
The light of my lantern pulsates,
possessing a fiery heartbeat,
pushing...
#bipolar
#FeelingLost
#MentalHealth
#metaphor
#surreal
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2 Comments
Her
Poem Published
4th Mar 2025 11:03am
4th Mar 2025 11:03am
Sleepless Nights and Lost Fights
I don’t go quietly into the good night
I fall asleep within seconds
And wake up within a couple hours
Out of breath
My skin hot and damp
With thoughts of you running rampant through my mind
I don’t fall asleep again so easily
The blankets a hinderance
I can’t have anything touch my skin
I only want you touching me
I shouldn’t want you
Not you, not ever again
But you still see into my soul
When he messages me in the middle of the night
I should say no
But it’s the only way to vanquish you
The...
I fall asleep within seconds
And wake up within a couple hours
Out of breath
My skin hot and damp
With thoughts of you running rampant through my mind
I don’t fall asleep again so easily
The blankets a hinderance
I can’t have anything touch my skin
I only want you touching me
I shouldn’t want you
Not you, not ever again
But you still see into my soul
When he messages me in the middle of the night
I should say no
But it’s the only way to vanquish you
The...
#FirstLove
#MentalHealth
#PTSD
102 reads
12 Comments
eroseternal
Tim Eros
Tim Eros
Poem Published
4th Mar 2025 1:00am
4th Mar 2025 1:00am
Sensuous Me - Jaded
#children
#depression
#MentalHealth
48 reads
5 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
3rd Mar 2025 3:17pm
3rd Mar 2025 3:17pm
The Maniquin Man
#fiction
#loneliness
#MentalHealth
#sex
#violence
74 reads
13 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
1st Mar 2025 12:22pm
1st Mar 2025 12:22pm
The Co-Ed Killer
Young Edmund Kemper would decapitate his sister's cats
Hated his mother, which led to many violent spats
He'd play out his own death in grisly roles
Murdered his grandparents at 15 years old
He honed this facade in the coming years
While his private world contained much darker ideas
After only 5 years in a state facility
He fooled them all, with politeness & civility
Between May 1972 and April 1973
Kemper murdered 8 people, You can say that's a killing spree
A claw hammer to the head and a penknife slit her throat
The murder of...
Hated his mother, which led to many violent spats
He'd play out his own death in grisly roles
Murdered his grandparents at 15 years old
He honed this facade in the coming years
While his private world contained much darker ideas
After only 5 years in a state facility
He fooled them all, with politeness & civility
Between May 1972 and April 1973
Kemper murdered 8 people, You can say that's a killing spree
A claw hammer to the head and a penknife slit her throat
The murder of...
#MentalHealth
#murder
#nonfiction
#PopCulture
#violence
83 reads
11 Comments
Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
28th Feb 2025 9:10pm
28th Feb 2025 9:10pm
some days my fears are louder than my sanity
Your silence is so loud
I hear everything it has to say
but none of it's true
it's just my fear filling in the blanks
Just because I feel like a ghost
doesn't mean I want to be one
there is nothing beautiful
about being made of glass bones
everyone thinks they can see through
like my existence is obvious
yet irrelevant
You found my haunting place
and turned the lights on
and told me my shadow
wasn't my reflection
it was just science my imagination forgot
I thought you were magic ...
I hear everything it has to say
but none of it's true
it's just my fear filling in the blanks
Just because I feel like a ghost
doesn't mean I want to be one
there is nothing beautiful
about being made of glass bones
everyone thinks they can see through
like my existence is obvious
yet irrelevant
You found my haunting place
and turned the lights on
and told me my shadow
wasn't my reflection
it was just science my imagination forgot
I thought you were magic ...
#loneliness
#MentalHealth
95 reads
5 Comments
gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
Poem Published
27th Feb 2025 1:53am
27th Feb 2025 1:53am
Ghostly Hallucinations
Turning black all around me,
the air had icy fingers
pinching my skin with emotional frostbite.
A shrill cry followed,
echoing in the fog
of schizophrenia’s uncertainty.
Wandering through this graveyard,
the gravestones of my past
stand silently and somewhere within.
The eyes of a ghost follow me -
laughter, hideous laughter lurks in its eyes,
then I shiver with humiliation.
With hell in my mind,
my hair stands on end,
my eyes the windows to this furnace.
Normality,
was there...
the air had icy fingers
pinching my skin with emotional frostbite.
A shrill cry followed,
echoing in the fog
of schizophrenia’s uncertainty.
Wandering through this graveyard,
the gravestones of my past
stand silently and somewhere within.
The eyes of a ghost follow me -
laughter, hideous laughter lurks in its eyes,
then I shiver with humiliation.
With hell in my mind,
my hair stands on end,
my eyes the windows to this furnace.
Normality,
was there...
#bipolar
#depression
#FeelingLost
#MentalHealth
#surreal
69 reads
2 Comments
PeaceFlpw
Peace Flow
Peace Flow
Poem Published
27th Feb 2025 00:38am
27th Feb 2025 00:38am
....
I just want to disappear....
#honesty
#MentalHealth
126 reads
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