Long Poems About Mental Health
#MentalHealth
Long poems about mental health. 300 words or more, most recently published poems first.
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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Honoring Your Inner Divine Temple
The difference between a wise woman and a foolish woman, the wise woman will always build her foundation on brick, it is the value of her worth.
That beautiful abode where she reigns.
She will be the organic nurturer unto Mother Nature, the Healer, and the arbitrator between her seeds that bears the reflective image of her intellect.
The spiritual alliance between man and his deity, to give his mind that third eye, the gateways to his divine awakening, as she propels that pilgrimage, where in his quest to seek higher vibration, she never loses sight of her...
That beautiful abode where she reigns.
She will be the organic nurturer unto Mother Nature, the Healer, and the arbitrator between her seeds that bears the reflective image of her intellect.
The spiritual alliance between man and his deity, to give his mind that third eye, the gateways to his divine awakening, as she propels that pilgrimage, where in his quest to seek higher vibration, she never loses sight of her...
#bipolar
#MentalHealth
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Something needed to be done
The board review came to a decision
They found him sane
One doctor felt otherwise
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 love ...
They found him sane
One doctor felt otherwise
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 love ...
#fiction
#girlfriend
#MentalHealth
#murder
#ShortStory
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‘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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A Little Bit Less
A Little Bit Less
I wish I weighed a little bit less
Then maybe I would see
It doesn’t matter what I weigh
It really won’t change me
There’s a notion in my mind
It would cure all of my woes
But you wouldn’t love me less
And you wouldn’t love me more
I wish I was a little less sad
That the tears would one day stop
The depression that takes over me
It controls my mind, my thoughts
I’m done looking for a reason
I just welcome it upon me
I’m used to it, my dark cloud
It’s become...
I wish I weighed a little bit less
Then maybe I would see
It doesn’t matter what I weigh
It really won’t change me
There’s a notion in my mind
It would cure all of my woes
But you wouldn’t love me less
And you wouldn’t love me more
I wish I was a little less sad
That the tears would one day stop
The depression that takes over me
It controls my mind, my thoughts
I’m done looking for a reason
I just welcome it upon me
I’m used to it, my dark cloud
It’s become...
#sadness
#depression
#dark
#shame
#MentalHealth
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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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Twitch of the Death Nerve
#loneliness
#women
#violence
#fiction
#MentalHealth
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Screenshots
#sadness
#dark
#suicide
#MentalHealth
#fear
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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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The Garden
This daisy says he loves me
The next he loves me not
I’m sitting in the backyard
In my garden
On a rock
I remember all the hope in me
The day I bought the seeds
I thought this would be good for me
The purpose that I need
Instead the flowers bring me pain
I hoped they’d bring me joy
They each hold now a reason
The daisy, my love for a boy
Each petal reveals a promise
What my fate will be today
So far he loves me so this time
Although it doesn’t feel that way
White orchids give me...
The next he loves me not
I’m sitting in the backyard
In my garden
On a rock
I remember all the hope in me
The day I bought the seeds
I thought this would be good for me
The purpose that I need
Instead the flowers bring me pain
I hoped they’d bring me joy
They each hold now a reason
The daisy, my love for a boy
Each petal reveals a promise
What my fate will be today
So far he loves me so this time
Although it doesn’t feel that way
White orchids give me...
#sadness
#love
#depression
#MentalHealth
#UnrequitedLove
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Could It Be Illogical Or Bizarre Ideas Or Fantasies
Illusions of torture
(A strong conviction that others, often a vague society are out to get you).
Illusions of suggestion
(event is believed to have a special and personal meaning- Auditory elements, such as a person/people is subjecting your mind to mental messages only you to hear).
Illusions of opulence
(This may involve the belief that you have unusual powers or can reach heights intangible by man such as you can fly).
Illusions of self-control ...
(A strong conviction that others, often a vague society are out to get you).
Illusions of suggestion
(event is believed to have a special and personal meaning- Auditory elements, such as a person/people is subjecting your mind to mental messages only you to hear).
Illusions of opulence
(This may involve the belief that you have unusual powers or can reach heights intangible by man such as you can fly).
Illusions of self-control ...
#MentalHealth
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Introducing; The Golden Age of the Gallantly Goated Gamer Guitarist
bipolar,
name thy enemy.
highs, lows, and in-betweens,
patterns, cycles, what does it all mean?
he is your foundation and origin story,
he translates your mainframe to my motherboard.
he's the server of your soul,
and the cycles of your circuitry.
your voice can be heard in the music...
name thy enemy.
highs, lows, and in-betweens,
patterns, cycles, what does it all mean?
he is your foundation and origin story,
he translates your mainframe to my motherboard.
he's the server of your soul,
and the cycles of your circuitry.
your voice can be heard in the music...
#love
#hope
#inspirational
#bipolar
#MentalHealth
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DU Poetry : Long Poems About Mental Health