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.
AspergerPoet56
Poem Published
Today 8:34pm
Today 8:34pm
Pretend There's A Cure
Welcome !!
said the big fat slug
slimy ugly bitch
her trail along
corridor walls and floor
be well....
watch ice cream tubs
bouncing on trampiline covers
a medicated dance
for all to witness
never say
about the voice
or those invisible poems
writings in eyelids
avoid prying eyes
conform worm
wriggle on bait hooks
iet us enjoy the show
we love a struggle
it appeals to our sense of care
said the big fat slug
slimy ugly bitch
her trail along
corridor walls and floor
be well....
watch ice cream tubs
bouncing on trampiline covers
a medicated dance
for all to witness
never say
about the voice
or those invisible poems
writings in eyelids
avoid prying eyes
conform worm
wriggle on bait hooks
iet us enjoy the show
we love a struggle
it appeals to our sense of care
#depression
#MentalHealth
6 reads
1 Comment
wallyroo92
Bumped Yesterday 5:54am
1st Sep 2019 8:09am
1st Sep 2019 8:09am
Calls From The Beyond
I hear the voices calling,
Somewhere from the darkness in the beyond,
Like a choir and orchestra,
Playing a symphony,
With a beautiful ethereal song.
But they tell me its selfishness,
When one walks on the edge in this path,
Contemplation is but a mere reflection,
When the desire for death comes and goes.
There is so much beauty in it,
The culmination of life,
Leaving unanswered questions,
Like triumph and tragedy,
A mystery for those left behind.
Doesn’t anyone else hear the shadows?
A languid guilt...
Somewhere from the darkness in the beyond,
Like a choir and orchestra,
Playing a symphony,
With a beautiful ethereal song.
But they tell me its selfishness,
When one walks on the edge in this path,
Contemplation is but a mere reflection,
When the desire for death comes and goes.
There is so much beauty in it,
The culmination of life,
Leaving unanswered questions,
Like triumph and tragedy,
A mystery for those left behind.
Doesn’t anyone else hear the shadows?
A languid guilt...
#death
#suicide
#bipolar #MentalHealth
#bipolar #MentalHealth
676 reads
8 Comments
LunaGreyhawk
Poem Published
Yesterday 4:21am
Yesterday 4:21am
Dichotomy of an Episode - Savage Comfort
i. dissociation is self-care
if you play down here
in this darkness,
you’ll shiver in the bitter cold
but at least feel safe at last
from the kind of hope and wonder
that does you in every time,
protected from the well-intentioned
who try, with their platitudes
and half-hearted well-wishing,
to drag you out of this place
kicking and screaming
ii. compulsions are a bitch
if you stay long enough,
a savage comfort grows;
planted in the rocky soil,
where shadows have names
and...
if you play down here
in this darkness,
you’ll shiver in the bitter cold
but at least feel safe at last
from the kind of hope and wonder
that does you in every time,
protected from the well-intentioned
who try, with their platitudes
and half-hearted well-wishing,
to drag you out of this place
kicking and screaming
ii. compulsions are a bitch
if you stay long enough,
a savage comfort grows;
planted in the rocky soil,
where shadows have names
and...
#bipolar
#MentalHealth
41 reads
3 Comments
Thor_Azine
Poem Published
10th Dec 2024 6:13pm
10th Dec 2024 6:13pm
On Frozen Pond
On frozen pond a stone skips readily
a slippery slope to fall down steadily
the hand ever sleight holds the balance too tight
and we dance to the same sad medley
A metronome sanity salted with doom
memories of stories that ended too soon
collected at night to hide from the light
fear of the breaking forever to loom
The empirical evidence lied
and the hard truth will always collide
a mind slowly bends a means to an end
rest assured there is nowhere to hide
An explosion of pent up emotion
at a loss to fathom the...
a slippery slope to fall down steadily
the hand ever sleight holds the balance too tight
and we dance to the same sad medley
A metronome sanity salted with doom
memories of stories that ended too soon
collected at night to hide from the light
fear of the breaking forever to loom
The empirical evidence lied
and the hard truth will always collide
a mind slowly bends a means to an end
rest assured there is nowhere to hide
An explosion of pent up emotion
at a loss to fathom the...
#healing
#love
#MentalHealth
7 reads
4 Comments
Thor_Azine
Poem Published
9th Dec 2024 7:01pm
9th Dec 2024 7:01pm
Black and Red
It asked how I feel inside
and I replied
black and red
Are there other words to use instead
I’m sure there are but like I said,
black and red
If you peeled it all away
all that stays is
black and red
Bleeding like a river
as you start to shiver
a soft sweet whisper
black and red…
and I replied
black and red
Are there other words to use instead
I’m sure there are but like I said,
black and red
If you peeled it all away
all that stays is
black and red
Bleeding like a river
as you start to shiver
a soft sweet whisper
black and red…
#dark
#MentalHealth
#murder
10 reads
3 Comments
LunaGreyhawk
Poem Published
9th Dec 2024 2:37am
9th Dec 2024 2:37am
Checking In
You came by unannounced,
finding my doorway dark.
You knocked, anyway ~
loudly
and repeatedly,
until I had no choice
but to let you in.
You tell me I look tired ~
am I getting enough sleep?
You don’t wait for an answer,
which is just as well;
I don’t have the one you want.
You definitely don’t want to hear
about the nights I’m laying awake
thinking of all the ways there are
to disappear and be forgotten.
Your animated voice
bounces nervously on...
finding my doorway dark.
You knocked, anyway ~
loudly
and repeatedly,
until I had no choice
but to let you in.
You tell me I look tired ~
am I getting enough sleep?
You don’t wait for an answer,
which is just as well;
I don’t have the one you want.
You definitely don’t want to hear
about the nights I’m laying awake
thinking of all the ways there are
to disappear and be forgotten.
Your animated voice
bounces nervously on...
#bipolar
#confessional
#MentalHealth
73 reads
8 Comments
Kou_Indigo
Poem Published
9th Dec 2024 1:49am
9th Dec 2024 1:49am
Mad Truths, Confessions, Revelations, and Struggles
#LifeStruggles
#love
#memories
#MentalHealth
#passion
19 reads
0 Comments
Mars_August
Mars August
Mars August
Poem Published
7th Dec 2024 4:57pm
7th Dec 2024 4:57pm
At the Peak
I sometimes get headaches and
they will last for days.
Marble solid fingers of angry statues
press downward and back on
my temple, rigid thumbs push against
the base of my skull,
the pads of them anchored
to the soft tissue.
I think it might be
a relief for the same hands
to split my head, let it succumb
to the twisting,
smattering its contents in every
direction.
Let it be Vesuvius at last
And leave an avant-garde
showcase in its wake.
they will last for days.
Marble solid fingers of angry statues
press downward and back on
my temple, rigid thumbs push against
the base of my skull,
the pads of them anchored
to the soft tissue.
I think it might be
a relief for the same hands
to split my head, let it succumb
to the twisting,
smattering its contents in every
direction.
Let it be Vesuvius at last
And leave an avant-garde
showcase in its wake.
#bipolar
#illness
#MentalHealth
56 reads
5 Comments
gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
Poem Published
7th Dec 2024 4:04pm
7th Dec 2024 4:04pm
Sleep
When I’m depressed I go to sleep.
It does me well for awake I’m quiet anyway.
Psychosis is so beautiful yet so terrible.
I don’t ever want to wake up again.
Because whenever I’m awake
Psychosis pulls me into darkness.
So, I go to sleep! Where beauty and darkness
mold into dreamy realities and serenity.
Sleep!
It does me well for awake I’m quiet anyway.
Psychosis is so beautiful yet so terrible.
I don’t ever want to wake up again.
Because whenever I’m awake
Psychosis pulls me into darkness.
So, I go to sleep! Where beauty and darkness
mold into dreamy realities and serenity.
Sleep!
#bipolar
#dark
#depression
#dreams
#MentalHealth
59 reads
4 Comments
Nixprty
Poem Published
2nd Dec 2024 2:57pm
2nd Dec 2024 2:57pm
Derealization
Physical and psychological damage to the corneas
There goes another morning
Fuzzy lines running down the sides of my torso
Psychosomatic symptoms
Breathing
Bleeding
Feeling
So real
Really?
There goes another morning
Fuzzy lines running down the sides of my torso
Psychosomatic symptoms
Breathing
Bleeding
Feeling
So real
Really?
#MentalHealth
#morality
44 reads
0 Comments
gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
Poem Published
30th Nov 2024 5:43pm
30th Nov 2024 5:43pm
Masking Death With Life
The death mask laid upon my face
will at last give serenity to this face.
Unmasked, I was exposed to the world’s
stares, aggression, stigma and prejudice.
This death mask now the earth above my grave,
where I’m entombed within peaceful confines.
Naked of a mask, the light did not warm me,
the arctic accusations from the voices chilled me.
This shield placed upon the face of my corpse
gives me one last bastion of security and peace.
will at last give serenity to this face.
Unmasked, I was exposed to the world’s
stares, aggression, stigma and prejudice.
This death mask now the earth above my grave,
where I’m entombed within peaceful confines.
Naked of a mask, the light did not warm me,
the arctic accusations from the voices chilled me.
This shield placed upon the face of my corpse
gives me one last bastion of security and peace.
#dark
#death
#LifeStruggles
#MentalHealth
#surreal
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0 Comments
gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
Poem Published
30th Nov 2024 3:44pm
30th Nov 2024 3:44pm
Destiny Blinded by the Fog of Psychosis
I will find the way.
A path I’ve once trodden
blanketed with fallen leaves
now smoldering red and black.
This path I’ve trodden
is a cursed one with an uncertain end.
Up ahead this path darkens and fogs.
With beating heart and sweaty skin
I have always proceeded forward
into my own unknown both present and future.
I enter, consumed by the fog of psychosis,
the blackness just beyond that ahead,
perhaps death? Hell? Reincarnation?!
Perhaps beyond the black is the womb
of my next mother and...
A path I’ve once trodden
blanketed with fallen leaves
now smoldering red and black.
This path I’ve trodden
is a cursed one with an uncertain end.
Up ahead this path darkens and fogs.
With beating heart and sweaty skin
I have always proceeded forward
into my own unknown both present and future.
I enter, consumed by the fog of psychosis,
the blackness just beyond that ahead,
perhaps death? Hell? Reincarnation?!
Perhaps beyond the black is the womb
of my next mother and...
#dark
#FeelingLost
#hell
#MentalHealth
#surreal
75 reads
0 Comments
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