Least Read Poems About Mental Health
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Torture
As I lay trying to fall into slumber
I note my throbbing hands in silence
In time with my beating heart
Searching the inner and outer worlds for peace
For that turnoff to slumber that refreshes
To rest easy
To calm oneself
To be renewed as I should ... supressed
Feeling the notion of rest slipping away into the aether
Replaced by numbness
Numb to time
Numb to pain
Numb to care
Uncomfortably Numb
Delusion replaces thoughtfulness
Derangement rashness
Am I dreaming?
I wish it so
Am I...
I note my throbbing hands in silence
In time with my beating heart
Searching the inner and outer worlds for peace
For that turnoff to slumber that refreshes
To rest easy
To calm oneself
To be renewed as I should ... supressed
Feeling the notion of rest slipping away into the aether
Replaced by numbness
Numb to time
Numb to pain
Numb to care
Uncomfortably Numb
Delusion replaces thoughtfulness
Derangement rashness
Am I dreaming?
I wish it so
Am I...
#illness
#love
#MentalHealth
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Keen Edge
You strut your Rasta wear
and your suicide poem
and cross from a faith that died
before Jesus came" ~ Sarah McLachlan
The scene is very clean
from way up here
all that I fear
left now down below
So very easy then to go
to just leap...
to pill myself to sleep
leave behind this troubled mind
Be brave enough to find
the ever-resolving end
no longer having to pretend
I no longer thirst
Not dreading the worst
instead pulling it in tight
ready for this final...
and your suicide poem
and cross from a faith that died
before Jesus came" ~ Sarah McLachlan
The scene is very clean
from way up here
all that I fear
left now down below
So very easy then to go
to just leap...
to pill myself to sleep
leave behind this troubled mind
Be brave enough to find
the ever-resolving end
no longer having to pretend
I no longer thirst
Not dreading the worst
instead pulling it in tight
ready for this final...
#suicide
#bipolar
#confessional
#MentalHealth
#WritingPoetry
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Drift
I feel the sand shift
under unsure feet
feel it deplete
any sense of stability
Like riding on a dune
to meet my high noon
deserted in a desert
not of my own choosing
For control is an illusion
adding to the confusion
of these laden days
bleeding into inky nights
But why is that so
when deep down I know
there is much more to pen
much more to write
I find myself again
lost in the monsoon
missing a blood moon
resign myself to the next line
under unsure feet
feel it deplete
any sense of stability
Like riding on a dune
to meet my high noon
deserted in a desert
not of my own choosing
For control is an illusion
adding to the confusion
of these laden days
bleeding into inky nights
But why is that so
when deep down I know
there is much more to pen
much more to write
I find myself again
lost in the monsoon
missing a blood moon
resign myself to the next line
#LifeStruggles
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#MentalHealth
#WritingPoetry
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Glass Imaginary
How it is to live in this bowl
sharing all of it whole
for everyone to then see
this cataclysm that is me
Fits of rage and folly
hung like a Salvador Dali
proudly upon my walls
echoing down empty halls
For I do struggle with doubt
unable to get the words out
pin them down to the page
lock them up in poetic cage
Where only I have the key
decide whether to set them free
whisper softly their name
tickling this lonely taper flame
As I tally up every scar
living lonely in...
sharing all of it whole
for everyone to then see
this cataclysm that is me
Fits of rage and folly
hung like a Salvador Dali
proudly upon my walls
echoing down empty halls
For I do struggle with doubt
unable to get the words out
pin them down to the page
lock them up in poetic cage
Where only I have the key
decide whether to set them free
whisper softly their name
tickling this lonely taper flame
As I tally up every scar
living lonely in...
#anxiety
#confessional
#MentalHealth
#TruthOfLife
#WritingPoetry
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Dissonant Chimes In The Soundtrack Of Life
Calling out of tune Dammit!
Blaring when dulce demanded
Tinkle tackle tingly
Skin crawling with aversion
Cant they see its subversion
Underwater it might do
Cackling and crackling
In open sunny air
Only leads to despair
Clackety crackle pop
Stop it dammit!!!
Definitely not Janet!!!
Slipping the knot
Drop the chair
Cant you see how your words
Can lead to permanent disrepair
Tss ba ba tss ba ba tss ba ba splash
Better now it's time to crash ...
...
Blaring when dulce demanded
Tinkle tackle tingly
Skin crawling with aversion
Cant they see its subversion
Underwater it might do
Cackling and crackling
In open sunny air
Only leads to despair
Clackety crackle pop
Stop it dammit!!!
Definitely not Janet!!!
Slipping the knot
Drop the chair
Cant you see how your words
Can lead to permanent disrepair
Tss ba ba tss ba ba tss ba ba splash
Better now it's time to crash ...
...
#love
#depression
#MentalHealth #despair
#MentalHealth #despair
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A Daughter of Poe
Funny how no one should know
of this lone daughter of Poe
who only penned with a black quill
with her blood the ink for her spill
Writing macabre lines in the dark
in the hopeless hope to then spark
some creative juices to flow
leaving a real trace then to show
Of a most serpentine mind
on a most lonely quest to find
some clear hereditary link
within this blend of Indian ink
With no apparent telltale sign
or any mere hint of the divine
shunning the word "nevermore"
preferring instead...
of this lone daughter of Poe
who only penned with a black quill
with her blood the ink for her spill
Writing macabre lines in the dark
in the hopeless hope to then spark
some creative juices to flow
leaving a real trace then to show
Of a most serpentine mind
on a most lonely quest to find
some clear hereditary link
within this blend of Indian ink
With no apparent telltale sign
or any mere hint of the divine
shunning the word "nevermore"
preferring instead...
#ghosts
#confessional
#TruthOfLife
#MentalHealth
#EdgarAllanPoe
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Chimed
Sweet bells jangled out of tune" ~ Ophelia in Hamlet
What news does the sexton bring
about these pitted bells to ring
This music left here scrawled
in torn reason tattered and sprawled
Madness has more than mere danger
in its own distilled anger
Fills the air that surrounds
with its true discordant sounds
Leaving me with little more
than just a threadbare score
All of my poetry left unrhymed
each time the waning hour is chimed
What news does the sexton bring
about these pitted bells to ring
This music left here scrawled
in torn reason tattered and sprawled
Madness has more than mere danger
in its own distilled anger
Fills the air that surrounds
with its true discordant sounds
Leaving me with little more
than just a threadbare score
All of my poetry left unrhymed
each time the waning hour is chimed
#LifeStruggles
#confessional
#MentalHealth
#WritingPoetry
#WilliamShakespeare
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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
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Grey Days
They come and go
as if meant to show
how life can hurt
life can wound
without a sound
silent
leaving only the tears
only the sobs
muffled
a forest of willows
a mountain of pillows
as if meant to show
how life can hurt
life can wound
without a sound
silent
leaving only the tears
only the sobs
muffled
a forest of willows
a mountain of pillows
#depression
#bipolar
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#MentalHealth
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B.E.D
comfort eating
until weighed
poked tonsils
till you vomit
compelled
you eat
AGAIN
nothing is wrong
you convinced yourself
BULIMIA
is not a sickness
But it is
and you need
HELP
I AM HERE
until weighed
poked tonsils
till you vomit
compelled
you eat
AGAIN
nothing is wrong
you convinced yourself
BULIMIA
is not a sickness
But it is
and you need
HELP
I AM HERE
#MentalHealth
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Ink Blot
So, what does it say
this bright blot of ink
as I try now to think
of all that it might be
Perhaps a stray bat
or maybe a lone face
some mere feeble trace
of what lies here within
A hint of hidden sin
to finally shed some light
on the secrets of the night
buried deep within my lines
Pallid while the moon shines
bathed in her silvery-blue
as I try again to renew
old stories now retold
Unlocking my ciphered mind
still hoping to find
the real questions... ...
this bright blot of ink
as I try now to think
of all that it might be
Perhaps a stray bat
or maybe a lone face
some mere feeble trace
of what lies here within
A hint of hidden sin
to finally shed some light
on the secrets of the night
buried deep within my lines
Pallid while the moon shines
bathed in her silvery-blue
as I try again to renew
old stories now retold
Unlocking my ciphered mind
still hoping to find
the real questions... ...
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#MentalHealth
#myself
#SelfDiscovery
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Dystopic
What to do when I am through
when nonsense makes good sense
blowing me off of this rusty fence
how even a long black hearse
could somehow not be worse
feeling a bit like dear old Poe
except with a plucked Jim Crow
(since ravens don’t much like Dixie)
preferring stained glass to paper cups
how a troubled mind still disrupts
undesired subway trains of thought
hardly myopic yet still dystopic
when nonsense makes good sense
blowing me off of this rusty fence
how even a long black hearse
could somehow not be worse
feeling a bit like dear old Poe
except with a plucked Jim Crow
(since ravens don’t much like Dixie)
preferring stained glass to paper cups
how a troubled mind still disrupts
undesired subway trains of thought
hardly myopic yet still dystopic
#confessional
#MentalHealth
#WritingPoetry
#PowerOfWords
#EdgarAllanPoe
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DU Poetry : Least Read Poems About Mental Health