Least Read Poems About Mental Health
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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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Daybreak
Morrow memories gather
at the edge of the hypnotizing horizon,
as I actively attempt to outrun
the darkness determined to approach me.
Staring into the light lamenting,
in high hopes of unlocking
what has me blatantly blocked
from reaching my dawning destiny.
The light lovingly whispers to me
and I get cheerfully caught
in the melody of tangible thoughts
that maddeningly may not exist.
Soundly stepping forward
I let the tears carry the wounding weight
of my hearts hate.
I am envious of the welcoming...
at the edge of the hypnotizing horizon,
as I actively attempt to outrun
the darkness determined to approach me.
Staring into the light lamenting,
in high hopes of unlocking
what has me blatantly blocked
from reaching my dawning destiny.
The light lovingly whispers to me
and I get cheerfully caught
in the melody of tangible thoughts
that maddeningly may not exist.
Soundly stepping forward
I let the tears carry the wounding weight
of my hearts hate.
I am envious of the welcoming...
#hope
#MentalHealth
#LifeStruggles
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Predestined
In the atmosphere of autumn
blooms a quiet death.
The descend whispers,
listen through spoken secrecy of breaths.
The trauma torments optimism,
insulting an identity and crushing a belief.
Still, watch as hope persists
even in the face of ungodly grief.
The chill seeps in,
freezing the earth-shattering emotion.
Weighed down, fingers curled tightly to support,
as fear lurks in and the faith is in remotion.
The laughter is so murderous
it leaves peace unsatisfied.
Echoing small traces among the shadows
where it was...
blooms a quiet death.
The descend whispers,
listen through spoken secrecy of breaths.
The trauma torments optimism,
insulting an identity and crushing a belief.
Still, watch as hope persists
even in the face of ungodly grief.
The chill seeps in,
freezing the earth-shattering emotion.
Weighed down, fingers curled tightly to support,
as fear lurks in and the faith is in remotion.
The laughter is so murderous
it leaves peace unsatisfied.
Echoing small traces among the shadows
where it was...
#depression
#MentalHealth
#despair
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The Hate in the Darkness
When did I make this transition to a hater?
Dont know if I ever stopped to notice it before
But its clearly there lurking around in my mind
When I hear inspirational stories or read uplifting material
I feel animosity bubble up, like you would with a braggart
As if they're throwing it in my face how great their life is
Or how far they've come in their journey of betterment
Its like, yea fucking great for you. Im so happy for you
The power of positivity. The payoff of perseverence. ...
Dont know if I ever stopped to notice it before
But its clearly there lurking around in my mind
When I hear inspirational stories or read uplifting material
I feel animosity bubble up, like you would with a braggart
As if they're throwing it in my face how great their life is
Or how far they've come in their journey of betterment
Its like, yea fucking great for you. Im so happy for you
The power of positivity. The payoff of perseverence. ...
#confessional
#MentalHealth
#myself #secrets
#myself #secrets
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I Wish
Someday I want to wake up
Invisible
Or maybe invincible
Either would be nice
Invisible
Or maybe invincible
Either would be nice
#MentalHealth
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Wet Towel
They try to uplift me and love me,
but my heart is so h
e
a
v
y
it’s weighing me down
but my heart is so h
e
a
v
y
it’s weighing me down
#MentalHealth
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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
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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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Monsters Play
somewhere deep down
where darkness dwells
these monters play games
always threatening sanity
with ominous whispers
seeping gradually inside
hear sinister remarks
directed like xniper bullets
designed for maximum damage
impacting heavily and precise
creepy laughter background soundtrack
pulp fiction comes to mond
so many shadowy figures dancing
never giving any peace
constantly chiding mistakes
keeping pressure pushing madness
creating more darkly overtures
within brooding atmospheres ...
where darkness dwells
these monters play games
always threatening sanity
with ominous whispers
seeping gradually inside
hear sinister remarks
directed like xniper bullets
designed for maximum damage
impacting heavily and precise
creepy laughter background soundtrack
pulp fiction comes to mond
so many shadowy figures dancing
never giving any peace
constantly chiding mistakes
keeping pressure pushing madness
creating more darkly overtures
within brooding atmospheres ...
#MentalHealth
#NaPoWriMo2024
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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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I Think I Am Not Real
What if?
God,
What if…
I hate it here.
God,
What if…
I hate it here.
#MentalHealth
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Who am I?
Today my name is?
Damn, I'm really not certain
Deteriorate
Damn, I'm really not certain
Deteriorate
#haiku
#identity
#illness
#memories
#MentalHealth
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DU Poetry : Least Read Poems About Mental Health