Long Poems About Mental Health
#MentalHealth
Long poems about mental health. 300 words or more, most recently published poems first.
goldenmyst
Poem Published
30th Jan 2025 9:28am
30th Jan 2025 9:28am
Sonja at 18
Sonja at 18
Our healing village is down by the levee in New Orleans. I am deep in Psyche hospital funk. I am curled in a ball on the couch in a fetal pose. My mind is afloat in a Sargasso Sea of drugged peace.
The mind doctors take me off all my meds. I am alert and sitting for a change. Sarah and Pamela, who are counselors, walk by me. Sarah looks at me. “Paul did you know Pamela poses nude for artists in the French Quarter? You should come to a showing of her at the gallery after discharge.”
“That sounds like my cup of tea,” I reply, moon-eyed.
...
Our healing village is down by the levee in New Orleans. I am deep in Psyche hospital funk. I am curled in a ball on the couch in a fetal pose. My mind is afloat in a Sargasso Sea of drugged peace.
The mind doctors take me off all my meds. I am alert and sitting for a change. Sarah and Pamela, who are counselors, walk by me. Sarah looks at me. “Paul did you know Pamela poses nude for artists in the French Quarter? You should come to a showing of her at the gallery after discharge.”
“That sounds like my cup of tea,” I reply, moon-eyed.
...
#healing
#love
#MentalHealth
#romantic
#sensual
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OccultCatalyst
Poem Published
28th Jan 2025 9:23pm
28th Jan 2025 9:23pm
Self-deification
And a raven came wrap wrap wrapping on my door,
And I called “who’s there and what for?”,
And the raven called back but as a murder of crows,
It was Raum at my door who beckons and bellows,
A set of odd fellows arranged in rows,
And a melancholic song my quartet did play upon chello’s.
They played a requiem, low and slow,
A tune that whispered secrets only the dead could know.
The air grew heavy with the scent of decay,
As Raum’s hollow laughter led the melody astray.
The crows in their murder, with eyes like coal,
Bore...
And I called “who’s there and what for?”,
And the raven called back but as a murder of crows,
It was Raum at my door who beckons and bellows,
A set of odd fellows arranged in rows,
And a melancholic song my quartet did play upon chello’s.
They played a requiem, low and slow,
A tune that whispered secrets only the dead could know.
The air grew heavy with the scent of decay,
As Raum’s hollow laughter led the melody astray.
The crows in their murder, with eyes like coal,
Bore...
#apathy
#depression
#despair
#disappointment
#MentalHealth
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Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
25th Jan 2025 5:53pm
25th Jan 2025 5:53pm
The Others
As I previously mentioned she was encountering "Them"
Figures that looked and sounded like children
Lately however, she's been witnessing these "Other" figures
These figures aren't as playful and innocent as the children
"The Others", as she calls them, are harassing and menacing her, usually in the evening
"The Others" are much taller, black shadows, resembling a person
Like the children, she can't make out their faces, but a negative, icy vibe is what she feels
Several times when "The Others" come...
Figures that looked and sounded like children
Lately however, she's been witnessing these "Other" figures
These figures aren't as playful and innocent as the children
"The Others", as she calls them, are harassing and menacing her, usually in the evening
"The Others" are much taller, black shadows, resembling a person
Like the children, she can't make out their faces, but a negative, icy vibe is what she feels
Several times when "The Others" come...
#aging
#evil
#fear
#MentalHealth
#scary
64 reads
6 Comments
mea_ultima_verba
Poem Published
22nd Jan 2025 7:00pm
22nd Jan 2025 7:00pm
ill tell you my sins save my tears plz (everyone's disapproval she giggled at a funeral that day she knew she was ill)
#LifeStruggles
#MentalHealth
#PTSD #suicide
#PTSD #suicide
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PeaceFlpw
Peace Flow
Peace Flow
Poem Published
17th Jan 2025 3:14am
17th Jan 2025 3:14am
....
how can you heal what is deathing?- "I'm ready to go right now"~John legend; existence green lit for what though?-this shit is really fucking cut throat- why must we have so many questions?-about whatever brought about catastrophe destined-headed to "Armageddon";
I fear/praise "god" not- because the dark is where he/it left us....all this " god is watching" and "the devil's gonna getcha"(spookisms)-the darkness I embrace is the "sin" that's labeled pleasure- weed- the only most high that's...
I fear/praise "god" not- because the dark is where he/it left us....all this " god is watching" and "the devil's gonna getcha"(spookisms)-the darkness I embrace is the "sin" that's labeled pleasure- weed- the only most high that's...
#depression
#LifeCycle
#MentalHealth
89 reads
Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
12th Jan 2025 8:20pm
12th Jan 2025 8:20pm
Why do you do that to thyself
I can't really understand why do you do that to thyself, 🤔 for it's not going to change anything that you can't change thyself. FOR sure it's literally just a fix for a moment and then you find thyself, sometimes hurting in pain or be getting thoughts on killing yourself or hurting those who care deeply about you. 🤨 YET you continue to do what you do to thyself, thinking it's gonna help you navigate, through the darkness of the evil forces, that seems to control your thoughts calling you affecting your insight and life. Yet you still believe that it's helping you to cope with...
#addiction
#depression
#illness
#MentalHealth
#sadness
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Her
Poem Published
11th Jan 2025 12:29pm
11th Jan 2025 12:29pm
Shifting
The relentless search for answers
Not giving up the fight
Not. Giving. Up.
When is enough, enough?
That was his question
While he looked intently into my eyes
Kindness, compassion, concern
Stamped across his face
The loss of my core self, who I am
My identity has always been fragmented
My beliefs, my values
How I perceive my own thoughts
All of it
Constantly shifts unbeknownst to me
Until after the fact
Just that...
Not giving up the fight
Not. Giving. Up.
When is enough, enough?
That was his question
While he looked intently into my eyes
Kindness, compassion, concern
Stamped across his face
The loss of my core self, who I am
My identity has always been fragmented
My beliefs, my values
How I perceive my own thoughts
All of it
Constantly shifts unbeknownst to me
Until after the fact
Just that...
#MentalHealth
115 reads
13 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
2nd Jan 2025 11:02pm
2nd Jan 2025 11:02pm
Unstable
The board review came to a decision
They found him sane
One doctor felt otherwise
The doctor knew that he fooled the board and staff
The doctor pleaded with the medical board
They saw nothing wrong
The ex girlfriend was always afraid of him
He went psycho on her a few times
For no apparent reason
She would have liked to do normal things couples would do
Instead, she had to worry when something so small and minute would agitate him
He didn't like that she was talking to her brother
He thought her & her brother were secretly in...
They found him sane
One doctor felt otherwise
The doctor knew that he fooled the board and staff
The doctor pleaded with the medical board
They saw nothing wrong
The ex girlfriend was always afraid of him
He went psycho on her a few times
For no apparent reason
She would have liked to do normal things couples would do
Instead, she had to worry when something so small and minute would agitate him
He didn't like that she was talking to her brother
He thought her & her brother were secretly in...
#fiction
#girlfriend
#MentalHealth
#murder
#ShortStory
85 reads
10 Comments
Paulajobi
Paula Jobi
Paula Jobi
Poem Published
2nd Jan 2025 1:56am
2nd Jan 2025 1:56am
My birthday breakdown last year...
My last breakdown....
...was my birthday 2023.
My father would have been 86.
I turned 49. I knew him less
than 6 months of my adult life.
My mother had kept us apart...
told each of us the other was dead...
this was before the Internet boomed.
Before we all had cell phones. All those lost years. Then he died. We shared a birthday.
We never got to share that birthday together. So, every year since '97 that day has haunted me. It was nothing special as a child...no presents...no cake! It COULD HAVE BEEN so special if Dad had...
...was my birthday 2023.
My father would have been 86.
I turned 49. I knew him less
than 6 months of my adult life.
My mother had kept us apart...
told each of us the other was dead...
this was before the Internet boomed.
Before we all had cell phones. All those lost years. Then he died. We shared a birthday.
We never got to share that birthday together. So, every year since '97 that day has haunted me. It was nothing special as a child...no presents...no cake! It COULD HAVE BEEN so special if Dad had...
#birthday
#MentalHealth
#nightmares
60 reads
6 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
22nd Dec 2024 6:16pm
22nd Dec 2024 6:16pm
It’s All About That Soothing Meditative Grace… Om
I do hope everyone is enjoying your festivities during this holiday. We will be crossing over into another month very soon, however, before I get to my incantations and divine salutations ladies make sure you check your breasts for the month of December the month is slowly fading into history, wow, can you all believe we are already. in the last month of the year of the Chinese Zodiac, which is the Tiger.
We had an extra day added to the elements of time, for all you adorable and handsome infants that were birthed and will be born before the conclusion of 2024, parents,...
We had an extra day added to the elements of time, for all you adorable and handsome infants that were birthed and will be born before the conclusion of 2024, parents,...
#humankind
#MentalHealth
#philosophical #wisdom
#philosophical #wisdom
285 reads
5 Comments
Her
Poem Published
21st Dec 2024 6:47pm
21st Dec 2024 6:47pm
“From The Ashes” - My Take
As a Survivor, I can tell you without hesitation there is no such thing as “greater damage” or “worse pain.” If you are a Survivor, your experience, or a series of events, was painful enough to damage you in unimaginable ways. I don’t need to hear what the trauma was, it’s never insignificant if it alters your reality in some measurable fashion. All you need to tell me is“I’m a survivor” and I will know what it means to you. What it means to me. No details required. I’ve also never had another Survivor ask me for the details of my own personal experiences. I don’t waste time comparing notes....
#inspirational
#MentalHealth
#PTSD #TimeHeals
#PTSD #TimeHeals
149 reads
9 Comments
Kou_Indigo
Poem Published
9th Dec 2024 1:49am
9th Dec 2024 1:49am
Mad Truths, Confessions, Revelations, and Struggles
#LifeStruggles
#love
#memories
#MentalHealth
#passion
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