Least Read Poems About Mental Health
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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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In the Path of Plath
How then to truly do the math
travel within the footsteps of Plath
this shadowing she still casts
how her haunting memory still lasts
Hiding every single scar
safely within a bell jar
she made it safe to say
how I do suffer the same way
For bipolar is my cross to bear
an invisible sackcloth I wear
as I rise to face each sunrise
witnessing with tearful eyes
All that I have done and seen
can never then be made clean
no matter how holy this water
I remain a Confessional daughter ...
travel within the footsteps of Plath
this shadowing she still casts
how her haunting memory still lasts
Hiding every single scar
safely within a bell jar
she made it safe to say
how I do suffer the same way
For bipolar is my cross to bear
an invisible sackcloth I wear
as I rise to face each sunrise
witnessing with tearful eyes
All that I have done and seen
can never then be made clean
no matter how holy this water
I remain a Confessional daughter ...
#bipolar
#confessional
#MentalHealth
#SylviaPlath
#WritingPoetry
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Scarlight
Funny how there is a wisdom in pain
a cleansing christening in the rain
always some deep teaching point
a less than subtle way to anoint
Tiptoeing on the razor edge
of an impossible unfaithful pledge
to be true to myself
lost on this empty bookshelf
Seemingly again way overdue
for something meaningful or true
to finally make any sense
a life trapped in past or future tense
Still I dare trace these fine lines
recalling much darker designs
that filled my...
a cleansing christening in the rain
always some deep teaching point
a less than subtle way to anoint
Tiptoeing on the razor edge
of an impossible unfaithful pledge
to be true to myself
lost on this empty bookshelf
Seemingly again way overdue
for something meaningful or true
to finally make any sense
a life trapped in past or future tense
Still I dare trace these fine lines
recalling much darker designs
that filled my...
#bipolar
#confessional
#MentalHealth
#SelfHarm
#WritingPoetry
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Choked in Silence
The frail drums of my ears
Loop alarms excessive enough to bring forth tears
The deafening circus these humans bear
Migrate my migraines the size of a bear
That tears me to shreds until I’m completely bare
This thunderous ruckus shakes away at my pain
Aggressing the sensation of my throbbing pain
Mocking its deeds until I’m insane
Just outside its vantage point where it camps on my pane
Their opera of life reeks of havoc sent
Manure under my nose squatting their shitty scent
Parading around as if they’re so innocent
Of...
Loop alarms excessive enough to bring forth tears
The deafening circus these humans bear
Migrate my migraines the size of a bear
That tears me to shreds until I’m completely bare
This thunderous ruckus shakes away at my pain
Aggressing the sensation of my throbbing pain
Mocking its deeds until I’m insane
Just outside its vantage point where it camps on my pane
Their opera of life reeks of havoc sent
Manure under my nose squatting their shitty scent
Parading around as if they’re so innocent
Of...
#bipolar
#MentalHealth
#suffering
#temptation
#NaPoWriMo2020
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A Single Taper
It defies the night
providing its light
this lone sentinel
against all my darkness
Such blunt starkness
right before my eyes
never a real surprise
as I engage the quiet
Just my steady diet
of unending despair
unending sorrow
enough to last till tomorrow
It allows me to now see
what is right in front of me
yet what also lies ahead
around the sharp corner
In this deep shadow chase
as I again try to face
this cold inner darkening
with all of its bitter harkening
providing its light
this lone sentinel
against all my darkness
Such blunt starkness
right before my eyes
never a real surprise
as I engage the quiet
Just my steady diet
of unending despair
unending sorrow
enough to last till tomorrow
It allows me to now see
what is right in front of me
yet what also lies ahead
around the sharp corner
In this deep shadow chase
as I again try to face
this cold inner darkening
with all of its bitter harkening
#anxiety
#dark
#bipolar
#confessional
#MentalHealth
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Medic
It is easy to kill
for I have done it
even tried it on myself
with lame intent
but then again
to heal
to save
deny the hungry grave
is another thing
a calling all its own
a courage rarely shown
in medals
in parades
yet the most brutal fight
resumes in every night
when I again tally the cost
of all the ones... I lost
for I have done it
even tried it on myself
with lame intent
but then again
to heal
to save
deny the hungry grave
is another thing
a calling all its own
a courage rarely shown
in medals
in parades
yet the most brutal fight
resumes in every night
when I again tally the cost
of all the ones... I lost
#courage
#war
#death
#confessional
#MentalHealth
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Unpeeled
You strip away the ugliness
that surrounds me...
(who are you)" ~ Sarah McLachlin
What does it all mean
in a life so pristine
all of the many stains
now blotted out
Each raw primal urge
remains a scourge
when looked at
in the bright light of day
But somewhere in the night
it all looks just right
where I left it...
when last I was sober
Is that not the goal
to liberate the soul
from all this baseness
from...
that surrounds me...
(who are you)" ~ Sarah McLachlin
What does it all mean
in a life so pristine
all of the many stains
now blotted out
Each raw primal urge
remains a scourge
when looked at
in the bright light of day
But somewhere in the night
it all looks just right
where I left it...
when last I was sober
Is that not the goal
to liberate the soul
from all this baseness
from...
#bipolar
#alcohol
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#MentalHealth
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Razor Thin
So where to begin
tracing all of this sin
a thin fine line
with no beginning
nor any destination
far beyond any hesitation
stain it in scarlet red
for every wound then bled
allowing me to now trace
every scar I must now face
tracing all of this sin
a thin fine line
with no beginning
nor any destination
far beyond any hesitation
stain it in scarlet red
for every wound then bled
allowing me to now trace
every scar I must now face
#SelfHarm
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#MentalHealth
#WritingPoetry
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Memorie
More fragile than glass
as these years pass
etching their deep marks
signing my confessions
With so much again lost
at such a dear cost
this dwindling spindle
once more empties itself
Vaunted victories I did claim
things sorted by name
so randomly tossed
into disheveled drawers
While I try to make sense
of a melting past tense
that spills itself
more reckless than my ink
Leaving me doubting what is true
drowning in what is new
becoming deaf to the reverie
of what now escapes...
as these years pass
etching their deep marks
signing my confessions
With so much again lost
at such a dear cost
this dwindling spindle
once more empties itself
Vaunted victories I did claim
things sorted by name
so randomly tossed
into disheveled drawers
While I try to make sense
of a melting past tense
that spills itself
more reckless than my ink
Leaving me doubting what is true
drowning in what is new
becoming deaf to the reverie
of what now escapes...
#confessional
#memories
#MentalHealth
#WritingPoetry
#aging
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Curved Mirror
It always becomes clearer
this one curved mirror
with all it reflects
for one who inspects
Every line and flaw
leaves me left in awe
about such imperfection
awaiting any such deflection
Since polite conversation
is the perfect motivation
for words to be left unsaid
sidestepping regret and dread
Making this funhouse time
more suitable for rhyme
more appropriate to rewrite
embellishing this rare sight
Beneath a full harvest moon
whistling some carnival tune
while I...
this one curved mirror
with all it reflects
for one who inspects
Every line and flaw
leaves me left in awe
about such imperfection
awaiting any such deflection
Since polite conversation
is the perfect motivation
for words to be left unsaid
sidestepping regret and dread
Making this funhouse time
more suitable for rhyme
more appropriate to rewrite
embellishing this rare sight
Beneath a full harvest moon
whistling some carnival tune
while I...
#confessional
#MentalHealth
#mirror
#TruthOfLife
#WritingPoetry
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Jagged Edges
My poetry has jagged edges
sharp enough to cut
ruthless no matter what
my fickle heart still pledges
Just a little bit of fun
flee the crime scene
with a getaway so clean
while I take off on the run
Leaving not a witness
to me committing the crime
of basking here in rhyme
yet never daring to confess
For all I have since seen
reminds me I am wrong
how I never belong
anywhere the grass is green
Since I am broken glass
ready to slice bare feet
on the hot blacktop...
sharp enough to cut
ruthless no matter what
my fickle heart still pledges
Just a little bit of fun
flee the crime scene
with a getaway so clean
while I take off on the run
Leaving not a witness
to me committing the crime
of basking here in rhyme
yet never daring to confess
For all I have since seen
reminds me I am wrong
how I never belong
anywhere the grass is green
Since I am broken glass
ready to slice bare feet
on the hot blacktop...
#bipolar
#confessional
#MentalHealth
#TruthOfLife
#WritingPoetry
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A Dark Poetry
It is darker than the night
within each line that I write
when black ink must spill
to then ritualize the kill
Tracing the flow of ink
while these margins shrink
closing in on what I say
leading me along another way
Never sure where I will go
when the bitterness does flow
seeking its lowest ground
within the silence of its sound
For such is the way of things
with all of the malady it brings
in keeping with the old ways
in forgetting happier days
While I sharpen my...
within each line that I write
when black ink must spill
to then ritualize the kill
Tracing the flow of ink
while these margins shrink
closing in on what I say
leading me along another way
Never sure where I will go
when the bitterness does flow
seeking its lowest ground
within the silence of its sound
For such is the way of things
with all of the malady it brings
in keeping with the old ways
in forgetting happier days
While I sharpen my...
#confessional
#dark
#TruthOfLife
#WritingPoetry
#MentalHealth
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DU Poetry : Least Read Poems About Mental Health