Poems About Mental Health Seeking Honest Critique
#MentalHealth
Poems about mental health seeking honest critique. Honest feedback has been requested for these poems.
‘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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Splitting
She has an aura, it blows peace into the air
Recall the moment you step out into the spring dawn, after yesterday’s rain
Inhale… exhale out, you are grounded.
She exudes the essence of that very spring.
You can’t help but feel the attraction of her presence.
She is magnetic. Magical.
A walking daydream, in fair skin
Then,
Without a formal notice,
She is the storm that might’ve hit the day before, to drown your delightful morning.
Well, she wound back time, somehow.
She is destruction in passive, and sometimes assertive motion ...
Recall the moment you step out into the spring dawn, after yesterday’s rain
Inhale… exhale out, you are grounded.
She exudes the essence of that very spring.
You can’t help but feel the attraction of her presence.
She is magnetic. Magical.
A walking daydream, in fair skin
Then,
Without a formal notice,
She is the storm that might’ve hit the day before, to drown your delightful morning.
Well, she wound back time, somehow.
She is destruction in passive, and sometimes assertive motion ...
#anger
#MentalHealth
#confusion
#emotional
#NaPoWriMo2024
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2 Comments
Early Bird
Early bird, early bird,
How do you rise,
In the dewy, misty ‘morn
Before the sunrise?
Early bird, early bird,
Did you catch the first worm?
You must feel so accomplished
In my birdhouse made firm.
Early bird, early bird,
Will you save a bite for me?
Survival of the fittest
Does not favor the seedy.
Early bird, early bird,
When the vultures begin circling,
Will you be comforted by your nature,
& standing firm in your belief?
{No one can be saved
Unless they save themselves}
How do you rise,
In the dewy, misty ‘morn
Before the sunrise?
Early bird, early bird,
Did you catch the first worm?
You must feel so accomplished
In my birdhouse made firm.
Early bird, early bird,
Will you save a bite for me?
Survival of the fittest
Does not favor the seedy.
Early bird, early bird,
When the vultures begin circling,
Will you be comforted by your nature,
& standing firm in your belief?
{No one can be saved
Unless they save themselves}
#MentalHealth
#NaPoWriMo2024
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0 Comments
Loneliness Is More Hazardous to Your Health Than Obesity or Smoking
This isn't a story or a poem. This is real life. I'm writing this because many friends and family members I know are suffering. This problem has become drastically worse since 2020. We all know why...
Loneliness plays a role in many chronic health conditions, including pain, drug or alcohol abuse and depression. Recent studies have linked loneliness to an increased risk for Alzheimer's disease, heart attack and stroke, and lower survival rates for breast cancer patients. Studies have also shown that people who are lonely are more likely to experience:
Higher levels of...
Loneliness plays a role in many chronic health conditions, including pain, drug or alcohol abuse and depression. Recent studies have linked loneliness to an increased risk for Alzheimer's disease, heart attack and stroke, and lower survival rates for breast cancer patients. Studies have also shown that people who are lonely are more likely to experience:
Higher levels of...
#loneliness
#friendship
#MentalHealth
#support
#nonfiction
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Embracing The Aquatic, Heat 2
What of swimwear
for the big-boned paddler?
A marriage of thread and unfailing fabric
deemphasizing girth
while preventing total exposure
of one's suit given at birth.
Trunks that defy gravity,
doggedly clinging to one's waist.
Impervious to pressure
from a low hanging belly.
A retro apparel solution
could be the ticket
A garment akin
to a striped,
roaring twenties, bathing costume.
Barring the handlebar mustache.
Capital remedy
for natation's sticky wicket.
for the big-boned paddler?
A marriage of thread and unfailing fabric
deemphasizing girth
while preventing total exposure
of one's suit given at birth.
Trunks that defy gravity,
doggedly clinging to one's waist.
Impervious to pressure
from a low hanging belly.
A retro apparel solution
could be the ticket
A garment akin
to a striped,
roaring twenties, bathing costume.
Barring the handlebar mustache.
Capital remedy
for natation's sticky wicket.
#happiness
#love
#MentalHealth #SelfWorth
#MentalHealth #SelfWorth
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4 Comments
Echoes of a Fan
My gaze chases around an unkiltered fan;
She works, wholly, but with a warbling wobble.
Induce one to daze, those soft shrieks can
She shows me my self-deprecated reflection:
Was never a well oiled machine, in my lifespan
Full throttle or down for days, said it's bipolar
Churning hard, but always back where I began
But, when it's all said and done, 'least I'm cool
She works, wholly, but with a warbling wobble.
Induce one to daze, those soft shrieks can
She shows me my self-deprecated reflection:
Was never a well oiled machine, in my lifespan
Full throttle or down for days, said it's bipolar
Churning hard, but always back where I began
But, when it's all said and done, 'least I'm cool
#NaPoWriMo2024
#MentalHealth
#SelfReflection #boredom
#SelfReflection #boredom
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Insanity
Teetering on the
edge of madness
edge of madness
#depression
#MentalHealth
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5 Comments
Other Than That, Missus Lincoln
I got to sleep
finally at 5 a.m.
forgot to turn off the phone
and case manager called at 9:55
about my protein order
which is months late bc
I or somebody forgot to--
no, they had left a msg
on my whatchacallit
voice mail
and I never answer
unknown numbers or voice mail
bc they always want money
and I am already tapped out,
giving to Katie Porter--who lost-- ...
finally at 5 a.m.
forgot to turn off the phone
and case manager called at 9:55
about my protein order
which is months late bc
I or somebody forgot to--
no, they had left a msg
on my whatchacallit
voice mail
and I never answer
unknown numbers or voice mail
bc they always want money
and I am already tapped out,
giving to Katie Porter--who lost-- ...
#depression
#MentalHealth
#PTSD #disability
#PTSD #disability
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7 Comments
Twitch of the Death Nerve
#loneliness
#women
#violence
#fiction
#MentalHealth
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10 Comments
Again and Again
Feeling like I have something to gain,
I dust my pencil off again.
Some letters march to their end
because I have writer’s block again.
Other letters go against the grain;
they are looking to start a war again.
Banding together, they do what they intend;
now I am crying from what they said again.
Here I am harvesting my pain,
hoping to use it to fix myself again.
Making a stand, then I have to pretend
to get my bearings and have a grip again.
Seems organic, and I feel perfectly sane.
No, I do not want to fail again.
Yes, I...
I dust my pencil off again.
Some letters march to their end
because I have writer’s block again.
Other letters go against the grain;
they are looking to start a war again.
Banding together, they do what they intend;
now I am crying from what they said again.
Here I am harvesting my pain,
hoping to use it to fix myself again.
Making a stand, then I have to pretend
to get my bearings and have a grip again.
Seems organic, and I feel perfectly sane.
No, I do not want to fail again.
Yes, I...
#rhyming
#MentalHealth
#myself
#SelfReflection
#FeelingLost
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23 Comments
Talking to Myself
In the recesses of a mind obscured,
Skye sought refuge, her essence secured.
She's woven into the kajira's thread,
Where Drogon's wings o'er shadows spread.
Shielding her from an entropic cruel dance,
A brat's mischief, a warped, fickle chance.
A shard of chaos, a mirror unformed,
A misty reflection, menacingly stormed.
Ah, the Poet intrudes with silent grace,
Demanding canvas for the mind's embrace.
A battle of wills, an internal strife,
The Poet wins, the pen comes to life.
Whispers of verse, the...
Skye sought refuge, her essence secured.
She's woven into the kajira's thread,
Where Drogon's wings o'er shadows spread.
Shielding her from an entropic cruel dance,
A brat's mischief, a warped, fickle chance.
A shard of chaos, a mirror unformed,
A misty reflection, menacingly stormed.
Ah, the Poet intrudes with silent grace,
Demanding canvas for the mind's embrace.
A battle of wills, an internal strife,
The Poet wins, the pen comes to life.
Whispers of verse, the...
#MentalHealth
#PTSD
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2 Comments
the darkness only takes bodies not hands
I look around
at all the people I care about
and I see them suffering
and I can't save them
from the darkness
because the only way out
is through
and I'm only
one pair of hands
These days feel like swimming
under a black moonless sky
the shore obscured by waves
and there's water reaching
for my lungs
as I struggle to breathe
and how can I save anyone
when all I think about
is dying
and how I don't really want to
but I'm not sure how to live
in a world that wasn't made ...
at all the people I care about
and I see them suffering
and I can't save them
from the darkness
because the only way out
is through
and I'm only
one pair of hands
These days feel like swimming
under a black moonless sky
the shore obscured by waves
and there's water reaching
for my lungs
as I struggle to breathe
and how can I save anyone
when all I think about
is dying
and how I don't really want to
but I'm not sure how to live
in a world that wasn't made ...
#depression
#friendship
#MentalHealth
117 reads
4 Comments
DU Poetry : Poems About Mental Health Seeking Honest Critique