Poems About Mental Health Seeking Honest Critique
#MentalHealth
Poems about mental health seeking honest critique. Honest feedback has been requested for these poems.
Thedeadinme
Poem Published
16th Apr 2024 4:00am
16th Apr 2024 4:00am
The Power of Three
We watched the sun rise and fall
Three times
We kept odd hours back then
Partly from the blow, but mostly from the fear of being sober
I always liked dusk best; for the coming dawn horrified me
With it came regret
With it came pain
With it came the longing for something more
But as the slow hours passed
With drinks and laughs and darker cravings
We were happy
Better broken
Or so she claimed
She was right
Untill dusk came at last
Three times
We kept odd hours back then
Partly from the blow, but mostly from the fear of being sober
I always liked dusk best; for the coming dawn horrified me
With it came regret
With it came pain
With it came the longing for something more
But as the slow hours passed
With drinks and laughs and darker cravings
We were happy
Better broken
Or so she claimed
She was right
Untill dusk came at last
#SelfHarm
#addiction
#MentalHealth
74 reads
3 Comments
crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
15th Apr 2024 3:31pm
15th Apr 2024 3:31pm
writing journey~sorrow speaks
Sorrow explains herself
with a soft voice and gentle touch
long blonde hair and sunshine in my smile
a sunflower growing in the wild
Sadness looms behind my eyes
and if you provoke my hurt
you will meet Darkness
concealing her well unless Sadness feels threatened
Darkness is vicious with her tongue
precise and strategic once loose I can't control her temper
my hands are never raised in anger
in a past life I think I let it go to my heartbreak
so even when she is freed I maintain my control
letting her defend me and...
with a soft voice and gentle touch
long blonde hair and sunshine in my smile
a sunflower growing in the wild
Sadness looms behind my eyes
and if you provoke my hurt
you will meet Darkness
concealing her well unless Sadness feels threatened
Darkness is vicious with her tongue
precise and strategic once loose I can't control her temper
my hands are never raised in anger
in a past life I think I let it go to my heartbreak
so even when she is freed I maintain my control
letting her defend me and...
#love
#MentalHealth
#PTSD
43 reads
4 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
15th Apr 2024 00:37am
15th Apr 2024 00:37am
Their out there, just be aware
God told me to slay you, so I can stay alive
I slay children
I enjoy to see them in pain
I slay children
Bounded in shackles & chains
I slay children
Lure them in with colorful gum
I slay children
Their last day of having fun
I'll detonate the school bus
Blast out the tires
Explosion so grand
Kids dead from the fire
You all need to die
and that's the price you pay
I'm taking away your precious one
Could be tomorrow or maybe today
I have no regrets
I have no remorse ...
I slay children
I enjoy to see them in pain
I slay children
Bounded in shackles & chains
I slay children
Lure them in with colorful gum
I slay children
Their last day of having fun
I'll detonate the school bus
Blast out the tires
Explosion so grand
Kids dead from the fire
You all need to die
and that's the price you pay
I'm taking away your precious one
Could be tomorrow or maybe today
I have no regrets
I have no remorse ...
#hate
#children
#death
#rhyming
#MentalHealth
62 reads
5 Comments
Josiah
Poem Published
14th Apr 2024 4:56am
14th Apr 2024 4:56am
The King of New York
Raindrops bombing down on the tin roof
My shelter, alone, drowns in forest sea
And, no. No one would hear me if I fell
Or fired my gun, just for a quick exit
But, the show must go on though these
Legs urge to rust and decay in hunger
Stop! This! Spiraling! Deep breaths out
I proceed dialing in a stifling trance
That I learned when times were calmer
From a lady, Adrienne. On, rain pours
Visualizing technique, fight eyes shut
At first tongue in cheek, but it works
Back above neons,...
My shelter, alone, drowns in forest sea
And, no. No one would hear me if I fell
Or fired my gun, just for a quick exit
But, the show must go on though these
Legs urge to rust and decay in hunger
Stop! This! Spiraling! Deep breaths out
I proceed dialing in a stifling trance
That I learned when times were calmer
From a lady, Adrienne. On, rain pours
Visualizing technique, fight eyes shut
At first tongue in cheek, but it works
Back above neons,...
#NaPoWriMo2024
#anxiety
#LifeStruggles
#meditation
#MentalHealth
45 reads
2 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
13th Apr 2024 7:01pm
13th Apr 2024 7:01pm
Out of Control
I was young
I was angry
I was completely out of control
I had self-loathe and disgust for myself
I was miserable with the path I chose
Unhappiness lead me into depression
And depression into an even darker road
Where ending my life seemed like the only thing to do
But most of all I felt like any day I would simply implode
I lied
I cheated
I screamed
Then everything just went quiet
And when I woke up
I thought everything would be ok
So long as I was being compliant
Not once ...
I was angry
I was completely out of control
I had self-loathe and disgust for myself
I was miserable with the path I chose
Unhappiness lead me into depression
And depression into an even darker road
Where ending my life seemed like the only thing to do
But most of all I felt like any day I would simply implode
I lied
I cheated
I screamed
Then everything just went quiet
And when I woke up
I thought everything would be ok
So long as I was being compliant
Not once ...
#depression
#suicide
#MentalHealth
65 reads
1 Comment
Kinkwizard_95
Poem Published
13th Apr 2024 4:02pm
13th Apr 2024 4:02pm
Places to be
Gotta find some positivity
Gotta find some love
All this negativity
Ain’t good in da hood
Gotta find a smile
Bring myself back to life
Climb out of this rut
Keep that door shut
Why am I so sensitive?
Why am I so fucked?
Why am I so fragile?
When it’s a blessing to be alive?
All these emotions
And commotions
Are doing in my head!
Where’s a girl gotta go
To bring pozzy vibez in tow
On this flow
You should know
I’ve got places to be..
and places to go…
Gotta find some love
All this negativity
Ain’t good in da hood
Gotta find a smile
Bring myself back to life
Climb out of this rut
Keep that door shut
Why am I so sensitive?
Why am I so fucked?
Why am I so fragile?
When it’s a blessing to be alive?
All these emotions
And commotions
Are doing in my head!
Where’s a girl gotta go
To bring pozzy vibez in tow
On this flow
You should know
I’ve got places to be..
and places to go…
#hope
#MentalHealth
#NaPoWriMo2024
31 reads
1 Comment
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
13th Apr 2024 12:06pm
13th Apr 2024 12:06pm
At your local auto store
People are like oil filters,
after 5,000 miles or 6 months,
you should replace your lover.
Over time people build up,
harmful, abrasive, sludgy bits,
that will find their way into your heart.
If not replaced as instructed, those toxic pollutants may kill you.
So remember,
keep your organs and psyche clean.
That's my message to you...Guaranteed!
after 5,000 miles or 6 months,
you should replace your lover.
Over time people build up,
harmful, abrasive, sludgy bits,
that will find their way into your heart.
If not replaced as instructed, those toxic pollutants may kill you.
So remember,
keep your organs and psyche clean.
That's my message to you...Guaranteed!
#relationships
#motivational
#cars
#lover
#MentalHealth
24 reads
8 Comments
Kinkwizard_95
Poem Published
12th Apr 2024 11:30pm
12th Apr 2024 11:30pm
Depression
Depression is like a wave
Some days the waves crash so hard
It feels like I’m drowning
Or worse
As though I’m already dead
Can’t keep afloat
Ain’t got a boat
No life jacket can save me now
The saltwater fills my lungs
I’m choking, gasping for air
Yet I don’t even care
I don’t care if I sink and drown
I don’t care about anything
Life’s too unbearable
I don’t want to go on
I don’t want to hold on
Some days the waves crash so hard
It feels like I’m drowning
Or worse
As though I’m already dead
Can’t keep afloat
Ain’t got a boat
No life jacket can save me now
The saltwater fills my lungs
I’m choking, gasping for air
Yet I don’t even care
I don’t care if I sink and drown
I don’t care about anything
Life’s too unbearable
I don’t want to go on
I don’t want to hold on
#depression
#MentalHealth
#NaPoWriMo2024
33 reads
2 Comments
Kinkwizard_95
Poem Published
11th Apr 2024 7:01pm
11th Apr 2024 7:01pm
Pressure
Will someone be my stomach
So I don’t have to eat
Will someone be my eyes
So I don’t have to see
Will someone be my mind
So I don’t have to think
Will someone be my ears
So I don’t have to hear
Will someone be my smile
So I don’t have to laugh
Will someone be my heart
So I don’t have to feel
Will someone be my nose
So I don’t have to smell
Will someone be my voice
So I don’t have to speak
Will someone be my arms
So I don’t have to hug
Can...
So I don’t have to eat
Will someone be my eyes
So I don’t have to see
Will someone be my mind
So I don’t have to think
Will someone be my ears
So I don’t have to hear
Will someone be my smile
So I don’t have to laugh
Will someone be my heart
So I don’t have to feel
Will someone be my nose
So I don’t have to smell
Will someone be my voice
So I don’t have to speak
Will someone be my arms
So I don’t have to hug
Can...
#anxiety
#confessional
#MentalHealth #NaPoWriMo2024
#MentalHealth #NaPoWriMo2024
64 reads
4 Comments
Razzerleaf
Poem Published
10th Apr 2024 11:44am
10th Apr 2024 11:44am
Red Sky
1/30 NaPo write
The dog wanted wet sand for breakfast
so the car had the oceans scent in its nostrils,
skittling down single track roads
forcing bread van's and jogger's
to dodge inside plump hedgerow's.
The morning was damp and deafening
a larva lamp orange spilled out its warning
onto the clawing nails of white foam
that slapped a hand across
smooth wet sand.
She made her marks four at a time
barking back at the chasing tide
as I found a calmness in the throng,
a moment of solitude, sea glass green ...
The dog wanted wet sand for breakfast
so the car had the oceans scent in its nostrils,
skittling down single track roads
forcing bread van's and jogger's
to dodge inside plump hedgerow's.
The morning was damp and deafening
a larva lamp orange spilled out its warning
onto the clawing nails of white foam
that slapped a hand across
smooth wet sand.
She made her marks four at a time
barking back at the chasing tide
as I found a calmness in the throng,
a moment of solitude, sea glass green ...
#dogs
#MentalHealth
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0 Comments
PandoraUnleashed
Poem Published
9th Apr 2024 2:35pm
9th Apr 2024 2:35pm
Anxious Poetics
Spun of sugared fables and salted truths
I can easily fall prey to Anxiety's
penitent thoughts.
Watching monochrome yesterday's
and the million tomorrow's
that already haunt.
Feeding Melancholy laughter and smiles
in avoidance of cursed uncertainty
to be Apathy's pitiful child.
Becoming Happy's pretty 'lil liar
while living on stale breaths of courage
'til the taut corset of butterflies flee.
I can easily fall prey to Anxiety's
penitent thoughts.
Watching monochrome yesterday's
and the million tomorrow's
that already haunt.
Feeding Melancholy laughter and smiles
in avoidance of cursed uncertainty
to be Apathy's pitiful child.
Becoming Happy's pretty 'lil liar
while living on stale breaths of courage
'til the taut corset of butterflies flee.
#anxiety
#courage
#MentalHealth
#FeelingTrapped
#metaphor
102 reads
12 Comments
Jmora25
JayThePoet
JayThePoet
Poem Published
9th Apr 2024 1:30pm
9th Apr 2024 1:30pm
‘The Avoidance Of The Black Room…’
I’m here again.
Here in this room, the first room, or the other 5.
Away from the outside world, on the contrary, or am I out here while trapped inside?
This room, that room, this cell, or that hell.
How do we know we aren’t in heaven, or, in a sense, by choosing our own tumultuous endeavors for pleasure? In a hell, we created ourselves, bewildered as well as despondent. Lost sight of heaven, in this instance, for something corespondent.
The eerie silence in the air, along with the eerie subtleness of the night. Oh, how it speaks volumes within itself. Meanwhile, the...
Here in this room, the first room, or the other 5.
Away from the outside world, on the contrary, or am I out here while trapped inside?
This room, that room, this cell, or that hell.
How do we know we aren’t in heaven, or, in a sense, by choosing our own tumultuous endeavors for pleasure? In a hell, we created ourselves, bewildered as well as despondent. Lost sight of heaven, in this instance, for something corespondent.
The eerie silence in the air, along with the eerie subtleness of the night. Oh, how it speaks volumes within itself. Meanwhile, the...
#anxiety
#MentalHealth
#emotional
#hurt
#emotions
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