Poems About Mental Health Seeking Honest Critique
#MentalHealth
Poems about mental health seeking honest critique. Honest feedback has been requested for these poems.
crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
5th Feb 2025 8:25pm
5th Feb 2025 8:25pm
gone
holding tight to sanity, I feel it slipping away
tender moments of madness, make me fear
my monsters are nicer than people
they make me laugh and I slip sideways into their world
they're never too busy to talk
amusing phantoms they entertain
telling me secrets of the universes
I'm amazed left with more questions
until I delve too deeply and I'm drawn in
lost in their world
my friends disappear
reality bends then alters
my thoughts warp
everything looks different
and I wander deeper in still
errant in...
tender moments of madness, make me fear
my monsters are nicer than people
they make me laugh and I slip sideways into their world
they're never too busy to talk
amusing phantoms they entertain
telling me secrets of the universes
I'm amazed left with more questions
until I delve too deeply and I'm drawn in
lost in their world
my friends disappear
reality bends then alters
my thoughts warp
everything looks different
and I wander deeper in still
errant in...
#dark
#MentalHealth
59 reads
2 Comments
Pete_25
Poem Published
5th Feb 2025 8:07am
5th Feb 2025 8:07am
Black Box
This black box
I keep my soul
Thoughts kept locked
In control?
Behind the smiles
A heart of glass
The agony piles
All things must pass?
The pain and tears
The ticking clocks
All thoughts and fears
In this black box
I keep my soul
Thoughts kept locked
In control?
Behind the smiles
A heart of glass
The agony piles
All things must pass?
The pain and tears
The ticking clocks
All thoughts and fears
In this black box
#anxiety
#confusion
#dark #MentalHealth
#dark #MentalHealth
84 reads
8 Comments
gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
Poem Published
2nd Feb 2025 5:15pm
2nd Feb 2025 5:15pm
Heaven Can Wait
Heaven can wait…
Death a distant thunderstorm
with lightning strikes far off
announcing its distant presence.
Suicide is not the answer.
I do not want to hurt
those that show compassion.
So, I’ve decided Heaven can wait.
Death a distant thunderstorm
with lightning strikes far off
announcing its distant presence.
Suicide is not the answer.
I do not want to hurt
those that show compassion.
So, I’ve decided Heaven can wait.
#depression
#FeelingLost
#hope
#MentalHealth
#surreal
72 reads
3 Comments
gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
Poem Published
2nd Feb 2025 2:50pm
2nd Feb 2025 2:50pm
My Poetic Knife
Resting restlessly within the dark of its sheath,
my poetic knife feels expressionless.
When so, it wants to be drawn
and plundered into the white of the page.
Then it wants to cut through the emptiness
and carve out beautiful metaphors.
The blade will glint in the light of an idea
and will be drenched in the ink of words.
my poetic knife feels expressionless.
When so, it wants to be drawn
and plundered into the white of the page.
Then it wants to cut through the emptiness
and carve out beautiful metaphors.
The blade will glint in the light of an idea
and will be drenched in the ink of words.
#LifeAsAWriter
#MentalHealth
#metaphor
#surreal
#WritingPoetry
73 reads
0 Comments
LunaGreyhawk
Jenn_Leigh
Jenn_Leigh
Poem Published
2nd Feb 2025 5:49am
2nd Feb 2025 5:49am
Random Journal Entry: Mania, Day 34
I feel savage; lonely
in my bubble of mania;
I can’t focus on you,
Or you,
Or me, or them;
I’ll shatter if I do, so it’s
head down, one foot
tripping the other;
yet I manage to land upright
…for now
I’m holding for now
my true self rejoices
at having been set free;
I had no choice
but to take the drugs
that forced her out;
she was ripping my insides
to shreds, crying herself to sleep
in a bed she made;
procrastination is a death dealer;
coming to steal away
whatever you...
in my bubble of mania;
I can’t focus on you,
Or you,
Or me, or them;
I’ll shatter if I do, so it’s
head down, one foot
tripping the other;
yet I manage to land upright
…for now
I’m holding for now
my true self rejoices
at having been set free;
I had no choice
but to take the drugs
that forced her out;
she was ripping my insides
to shreds, crying herself to sleep
in a bed she made;
procrastination is a death dealer;
coming to steal away
whatever you...
#bipolar
#LifeCycle
#MentalHealth
#PersonalGrowth
#SelfDiscovery
93 reads
8 Comments
gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
Poem Published
1st Feb 2025 4:46pm
1st Feb 2025 4:46pm
Writing As My Armor
Unsighted eyes these are!
Blind with hallucinations
yet so perceptive of beauty.
I cannot recognize reality,
yet surrealism takes a definite form to me.
I don’t want to live like this forever.
It is not at all what I imagined
when I was very young.
I dreamed of being a soldier.
With an armor of confidence
and a superb IQ and riches.
But I cannot and will not deny reality!
I am mentally ill. I am not without oddities.
All I can do now is wear it as my armor,
or, as my strength in life against...
Blind with hallucinations
yet so perceptive of beauty.
I cannot recognize reality,
yet surrealism takes a definite form to me.
I don’t want to live like this forever.
It is not at all what I imagined
when I was very young.
I dreamed of being a soldier.
With an armor of confidence
and a superb IQ and riches.
But I cannot and will not deny reality!
I am mentally ill. I am not without oddities.
All I can do now is wear it as my armor,
or, as my strength in life against...
#depression
#FeelingLost
#LifeAsAWriter
#MentalHealth
#surreal
56 reads
3 Comments
OccultCatalyst
Poem Published
28th Jan 2025 9:23pm
28th Jan 2025 9:23pm
Self-deification
And a raven came wrap wrap wrapping on my door,
And I called “who’s there and what for?”,
And the raven called back but as a murder of crows,
It was Raum at my door who beckons and bellows,
A set of odd fellows arranged in rows,
And a melancholic song my quartet did play upon chello’s.
They played a requiem, low and slow,
A tune that whispered secrets only the dead could know.
The air grew heavy with the scent of decay,
As Raum’s hollow laughter led the melody astray.
The crows in their murder, with eyes like coal,
Bore...
And I called “who’s there and what for?”,
And the raven called back but as a murder of crows,
It was Raum at my door who beckons and bellows,
A set of odd fellows arranged in rows,
And a melancholic song my quartet did play upon chello’s.
They played a requiem, low and slow,
A tune that whispered secrets only the dead could know.
The air grew heavy with the scent of decay,
As Raum’s hollow laughter led the melody astray.
The crows in their murder, with eyes like coal,
Bore...
#apathy
#depression
#despair
#disappointment
#MentalHealth
38 reads
0 Comments
Fishmander
Poem Published
26th Jan 2025 8:12pm
26th Jan 2025 8:12pm
Metamorph
In an ocean stretched across time
The mouth of the void stirs, hungers
I will not waver, fail the climb
I walk the path where strength lingers
Misfortune attacks my steel breast
I ache for the sting of sorrow
Yet I go on in this soul-theft
Reach for rule beyond tomorrow
Terror is a shroud worn out, tired
I yearn for illustrious touch
The kiss of knowledge warm, sired
Waves to aid me along this crutch
This oath bites, burns and leaves it's mark
Leaving me bare, wanting for life as such.
The mouth of the void stirs, hungers
I will not waver, fail the climb
I walk the path where strength lingers
Misfortune attacks my steel breast
I ache for the sting of sorrow
Yet I go on in this soul-theft
Reach for rule beyond tomorrow
Terror is a shroud worn out, tired
I yearn for illustrious touch
The kiss of knowledge warm, sired
Waves to aid me along this crutch
This oath bites, burns and leaves it's mark
Leaving me bare, wanting for life as such.
#dark
#MentalHealth
#SelfReflection #spiritual
#SelfReflection #spiritual
62 reads
2 Comments
Fishmander
Poem Published
26th Jan 2025 2:52am
26th Jan 2025 2:52am
Trespass
I am a limb torn burden
He who lapped the lips of fragility
On lilac hills uncertain
From streams embrace, blended eternity
Anoint me a new organ
Another quick dive into the riverbank
Substitute the foul warden
Ancient he drowns; reemerges true, blank
He slithers, struggles for warmth
Whispers words, a voice deadly in the night
Swarming the light like a moth
Unholy he aims to cure sinful blight
Carries a sigil across his chest
In hopes armor he seeks his final rest.
He who lapped the lips of fragility
On lilac hills uncertain
From streams embrace, blended eternity
Anoint me a new organ
Another quick dive into the riverbank
Substitute the foul warden
Ancient he drowns; reemerges true, blank
He slithers, struggles for warmth
Whispers words, a voice deadly in the night
Swarming the light like a moth
Unholy he aims to cure sinful blight
Carries a sigil across his chest
In hopes armor he seeks his final rest.
#dark
#MentalHealth
#SelfReflection #spiritual
#SelfReflection #spiritual
61 reads
1 Comment
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
25th Jan 2025 5:53pm
25th Jan 2025 5:53pm
The Others
As I previously mentioned she was encountering "Them"
Figures that looked and sounded like children
Lately however, she's been witnessing these "Other" figures
These figures aren't as playful and innocent as the children
"The Others", as she calls them, are harassing and menacing her, usually in the evening
"The Others" are much taller, black shadows, resembling a person
Like the children, she can't make out their faces, but a negative, icy vibe is what she feels
Several times when "The Others" come...
Figures that looked and sounded like children
Lately however, she's been witnessing these "Other" figures
These figures aren't as playful and innocent as the children
"The Others", as she calls them, are harassing and menacing her, usually in the evening
"The Others" are much taller, black shadows, resembling a person
Like the children, she can't make out their faces, but a negative, icy vibe is what she feels
Several times when "The Others" come...
#aging
#evil
#fear
#MentalHealth
#scary
68 reads
6 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
25th Jan 2025 10:47am
25th Jan 2025 10:47am
Them
She moves around with caution
Never knowing when "They" may appear
Anxiety has been setting in
She knows "There" real
Everyone is telling her "There" not
She'll witness "Them" from the corner of her left eye
"They" look like little children whispering
At times "They'll" look directly at her and giggle
The faces are distorted
Kind of like a blurred photograph
Several times she caught a few words "They" were saying
On some occasions "They've" asked...
Never knowing when "They" may appear
Anxiety has been setting in
She knows "There" real
Everyone is telling her "There" not
She'll witness "Them" from the corner of her left eye
"They" look like little children whispering
At times "They'll" look directly at her and giggle
The faces are distorted
Kind of like a blurred photograph
Several times she caught a few words "They" were saying
On some occasions "They've" asked...
#aging
#confusion
#fear
#MentalHealth
#scary
73 reads
15 Comments
KittyFromHell
Poem Published
25th Jan 2025 5:39am
25th Jan 2025 5:39am
Checked Out
My mind is a scattered heap of wadded notes
Tossed aside and torn under mindless footsteps.
I cannot find words for all that is trapped inside.
Tossed aside and torn under mindless footsteps.
I cannot find words for all that is trapped inside.
#anxiety
#confusion
#MentalHealth
#SelfReflection
#SelfWorth
69 reads
4 Comments
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