Poems about Mental Health and Mental Illness
#MentalHealth
Poems written by those experiencing mental illness, mental disorders and other mental health problems. You'll also find poetry written by loved ones of sufferers. A bold and honest glimpse into the reality of mental illness.
LunaGreyhawk
Poem Published
16th Dec 2024 1:55am
16th Dec 2024 1:55am
Limerence
i. infatuation
silver rings on masculine,
slender fingers ~
expertly rolled blunts
between index and middle;
sweatpants, the nice material;
you know what you’re doing,
and you know
how I’m going to respond;
you’re counting on it
ii. crystallization
guttural groanings, soft sighs
follow me home, in the shadows,
long after you’ve kissed my cheek
and pointed me toward the door ~
sometimes shutting it mid-goodbye;
still, my desire burns, unchecked
for...
silver rings on masculine,
slender fingers ~
expertly rolled blunts
between index and middle;
sweatpants, the nice material;
you know what you’re doing,
and you know
how I’m going to respond;
you’re counting on it
ii. crystallization
guttural groanings, soft sighs
follow me home, in the shadows,
long after you’ve kissed my cheek
and pointed me toward the door ~
sometimes shutting it mid-goodbye;
still, my desire burns, unchecked
for...
#bipolar
#MentalHealth
65 reads
4 Comments
gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
Poem Published
14th Dec 2024 4:18pm
14th Dec 2024 4:18pm
Never Give Up Life
I will never give up this new year!
I will veer away from a dreadful society
and trek into the wilderness
for the sake of my self preservation.
What sins and decay society is now!
Embrace the peace of nonjudgmental eyes,
or nonexistent eyes in the wilds.
I don’t care how alone I am I want solitude.
I once wrote the forest has eyes and tongues.
This refers to his the psychosis will follow me.
I accept this, however, no one will witness me
responding to these voices out loud!
I’m 37 now and I am exhausted and...
I will veer away from a dreadful society
and trek into the wilderness
for the sake of my self preservation.
What sins and decay society is now!
Embrace the peace of nonjudgmental eyes,
or nonexistent eyes in the wilds.
I don’t care how alone I am I want solitude.
I once wrote the forest has eyes and tongues.
This refers to his the psychosis will follow me.
I accept this, however, no one will witness me
responding to these voices out loud!
I’m 37 now and I am exhausted and...
#confessional
#LifeChangingMoment
#MentalHealth
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfReflection
49 reads
1 Comment
WillowsWhimsies
Poem Published
13th Dec 2024 7:52pm
13th Dec 2024 7:52pm
keeping Self in check
one of the most difficult...
...& most valuable...
lessons I've had to learn in healing
is not letting my own wounds
become someone else's damage
turning the sharp edge of my pain
...away
because emotional injury...
...is something we cannot undo
& apologies don't mend the ache
the scar will always remain
just as mine exist
so too will theirs
& what if...
mine was one strike too many...
...& most valuable...
lessons I've had to learn in healing
is not letting my own wounds
become someone else's damage
turning the sharp edge of my pain
...away
because emotional injury...
...is something we cannot undo
& apologies don't mend the ache
the scar will always remain
just as mine exist
so too will theirs
& what if...
mine was one strike too many...
#confessional
#healing
#honesty #MentalHealth
#honesty #MentalHealth
85 reads
10 Comments
AspergerPoet56
Poem Published
12th Dec 2024 8:34pm
12th Dec 2024 8:34pm
Pretend There's A Cure
Welcome !!
said the big fat slug
slimy ugly bitch
her trail along
corridor walls and floor
be well....
watch ice cream tubs
bouncing on trampiline covers
a medicated dance
for all to witness
never say
about the voice
or those invisible poems
writings in eyelids
avoid prying eyes
conform worm
wriggle on bait hooks
iet us enjoy the show
we love a struggle
it appeals to our sense of care
said the big fat slug
slimy ugly bitch
her trail along
corridor walls and floor
be well....
watch ice cream tubs
bouncing on trampiline covers
a medicated dance
for all to witness
never say
about the voice
or those invisible poems
writings in eyelids
avoid prying eyes
conform worm
wriggle on bait hooks
iet us enjoy the show
we love a struggle
it appeals to our sense of care
#depression
#MentalHealth
86 reads
10 Comments
wallyroo92
Bumped 11th Dec 2024 5:54am
1st Sep 2019 8:09am
1st Sep 2019 8:09am
Calls From The Beyond
I hear the voices calling,
Somewhere from the darkness in the beyond,
Like a choir and orchestra,
Playing a symphony,
With a beautiful ethereal song.
But they tell me its selfishness,
When one walks on the edge in this path,
Contemplation is but a mere reflection,
When the desire for death comes and goes.
There is so much beauty in it,
The culmination of life,
Leaving unanswered questions,
Like triumph and tragedy,
A mystery for those left behind.
Doesn’t anyone else hear the shadows?
A languid guilt...
Somewhere from the darkness in the beyond,
Like a choir and orchestra,
Playing a symphony,
With a beautiful ethereal song.
But they tell me its selfishness,
When one walks on the edge in this path,
Contemplation is but a mere reflection,
When the desire for death comes and goes.
There is so much beauty in it,
The culmination of life,
Leaving unanswered questions,
Like triumph and tragedy,
A mystery for those left behind.
Doesn’t anyone else hear the shadows?
A languid guilt...
#death
#suicide
#bipolar #MentalHealth
#bipolar #MentalHealth
700 reads
8 Comments
LunaGreyhawk
Poem Published
11th Dec 2024 4:21am
11th Dec 2024 4:21am
Dichotomy of an Episode - Savage Comfort
i. dissociation is self-care
if you play down here
in this darkness,
you’ll shiver in the bitter cold
but at least feel safe at last
from the kind of hope and wonder
that does you in every time,
protected from the well-intentioned
who try, with their platitudes
and half-hearted well-wishing,
to drag you out of this place
kicking and screaming
ii. compulsions are a bitch
if you stay long enough,
a savage comfort grows;
planted in the rocky soil,
where shadows have names
and...
if you play down here
in this darkness,
you’ll shiver in the bitter cold
but at least feel safe at last
from the kind of hope and wonder
that does you in every time,
protected from the well-intentioned
who try, with their platitudes
and half-hearted well-wishing,
to drag you out of this place
kicking and screaming
ii. compulsions are a bitch
if you stay long enough,
a savage comfort grows;
planted in the rocky soil,
where shadows have names
and...
#bipolar
#MentalHealth
60 reads
4 Comments
Thor_Azine
Poem Published
10th Dec 2024 6:13pm
10th Dec 2024 6:13pm
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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4 Comments
Thor_Azine
Poem Published
9th Dec 2024 7:01pm
9th Dec 2024 7:01pm
Black and Red
It asked how I feel inside
and I replied
black and red
Are there other words to use instead
I’m sure there are but like I said,
black and red
If you peeled it all away
all that stays is
black and red
Bleeding like a river
as you start to shiver
a soft sweet whisper
black and red…
and I replied
black and red
Are there other words to use instead
I’m sure there are but like I said,
black and red
If you peeled it all away
all that stays is
black and red
Bleeding like a river
as you start to shiver
a soft sweet whisper
black and red…
#dark
#MentalHealth
#murder
15 reads
3 Comments
LunaGreyhawk
Poem Published
9th Dec 2024 2:37am
9th Dec 2024 2:37am
Checking In
You came by unannounced,
finding my doorway dark.
You knocked, anyway ~
loudly
and repeatedly,
until I had no choice
but to let you in.
You tell me I look tired ~
am I getting enough sleep?
You don’t wait for an answer,
which is just as well;
I don’t have the one you want.
You definitely don’t want to hear
about the nights I’m laying awake
thinking of all the ways there are
to disappear and be forgotten.
Your animated voice
bounces nervously on...
finding my doorway dark.
You knocked, anyway ~
loudly
and repeatedly,
until I had no choice
but to let you in.
You tell me I look tired ~
am I getting enough sleep?
You don’t wait for an answer,
which is just as well;
I don’t have the one you want.
You definitely don’t want to hear
about the nights I’m laying awake
thinking of all the ways there are
to disappear and be forgotten.
Your animated voice
bounces nervously on...
#bipolar
#confessional
#MentalHealth
90 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
29 reads
0 Comments
Mars_August
Mars August
Mars August
Poem Published
7th Dec 2024 4:57pm
7th Dec 2024 4:57pm
At the Peak
I sometimes get headaches and
they will last for days.
Marble solid fingers of angry statues
press downward and back on
my temple, rigid thumbs push against
the base of my skull,
the pads of them anchored
to the soft tissue.
I think it might be
a relief for the same hands
to split my head, let it succumb
to the twisting,
smattering its contents in every
direction.
Let it be Vesuvius at last
And leave an avant-garde
showcase in its wake.
they will last for days.
Marble solid fingers of angry statues
press downward and back on
my temple, rigid thumbs push against
the base of my skull,
the pads of them anchored
to the soft tissue.
I think it might be
a relief for the same hands
to split my head, let it succumb
to the twisting,
smattering its contents in every
direction.
Let it be Vesuvius at last
And leave an avant-garde
showcase in its wake.
#bipolar
#illness
#MentalHealth
92 reads
6 Comments
gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
Poem Published
7th Dec 2024 4:04pm
7th Dec 2024 4:04pm
Sleep
When I’m depressed I go to sleep.
It does me well for awake I’m quiet anyway.
Psychosis is so beautiful yet so terrible.
I don’t ever want to wake up again.
Because whenever I’m awake
Psychosis pulls me into darkness.
So, I go to sleep! Where beauty and darkness
mold into dreamy realities and serenity.
Sleep!
It does me well for awake I’m quiet anyway.
Psychosis is so beautiful yet so terrible.
I don’t ever want to wake up again.
Because whenever I’m awake
Psychosis pulls me into darkness.
So, I go to sleep! Where beauty and darkness
mold into dreamy realities and serenity.
Sleep!
#bipolar
#dark
#depression
#dreams
#MentalHealth
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4 Comments
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