Poems About Mental Health by Top Critiquers
#MentalHealth
Poems about mental health by top critiquers. Poems written by members who have given lots of feedback to other poets this month.
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What if depression, PTSD and other mental problems are caused by a buildup of energy from a traumatic event.Energy that finds the weakest link in our armour and pierces right through all our defences, straight into our soul.
If not our soul then that energy which needs dissipation will manifest in other ways ,physical ways,like cancer, chronic fatigue,obesity,diabetes,hair loss....etc etc
Now, if we all listened up in physics class then we'll know that energy cannot be created or destroyed only changed from one form to another.
My point is, this toxic energy I've just...
If not our soul then that energy which needs dissipation will manifest in other ways ,physical ways,like cancer, chronic fatigue,obesity,diabetes,hair loss....etc etc
Now, if we all listened up in physics class then we'll know that energy cannot be created or destroyed only changed from one form to another.
My point is, this toxic energy I've just...
#MentalHealth
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Chaos and Confusion
The world has gone into chaos and confusion
Of sheer virtual delusions against reality
Relying on whispers and magic spells
Reeled in by unstable notions of morality
Even the sagest seem to have lost their way
Not really seeing how their vision has gone dark
Their moral compasses compromised
Sowed by greed where creed used to be the mark
Over time they’ve sold their souls to absurdity
Fighting demons that are not really there
In constant adulation of their own creations
Never being able to awake from the nightmare
So, the world keeps...
Of sheer virtual delusions against reality
Relying on whispers and magic spells
Reeled in by unstable notions of morality
Even the sagest seem to have lost their way
Not really seeing how their vision has gone dark
Their moral compasses compromised
Sowed by greed where creed used to be the mark
Over time they’ve sold their souls to absurdity
Fighting demons that are not really there
In constant adulation of their own creations
Never being able to awake from the nightmare
So, the world keeps...
#corruption
#LifeStruggles
#MentalHealth
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The End of Remembering
Grateful for each small moment
I remember.
Come one September,
I might forget.
Left to sit beside
foreign embers.
I dig through depths of those I know.
Not much more than what they show.
A lavender early morning,
invites dreams I am storing.
Upon the path I am forging.
On the sunny day my mind is gorging.
She has to live with no memory.
Not even remembering she's my mom.
It's heart shattering.
Make so many memories.
The ghosts have got lots to see.
I remember.
Come one September,
I might forget.
Left to sit beside
foreign embers.
I dig through depths of those I know.
Not much more than what they show.
A lavender early morning,
invites dreams I am storing.
Upon the path I am forging.
On the sunny day my mind is gorging.
She has to live with no memory.
Not even remembering she's my mom.
It's heart shattering.
Make so many memories.
The ghosts have got lots to see.
#ghosts
#LifeStruggles
#MentalHealth
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my scars
my scars
run much
deeper
than any
someone
will see
on the
surface.
run much
deeper
than any
someone
will see
on the
surface.
#disability
#MentalHealth
#SelfHarm
#vulnerability
#weakness
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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
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The Iron Fist Of Absolute Control
be quiet
not a word
don’t dare
raise your voice
this is our
domain
we rule this
our way
you don’t
have a say
it don’t matter
if your right
i have the power
to put you down
my foot
has more weight
to stamp you
down hard
just know
your place
i’m watching you
every minute
waiting for
your mistakes
remember i’m perfect
your not
i only hear you
when I need too
your mine to control
feel as small
as you...
not a word
don’t dare
raise your voice
this is our
domain
we rule this
our way
you don’t
have a say
it don’t matter
if your right
i have the power
to put you down
my foot
has more weight
to stamp you
down hard
just know
your place
i’m watching you
every minute
waiting for
your mistakes
remember i’m perfect
your not
i only hear you
when I need too
your mine to control
feel as small
as you...
#abuse
#deception
#manipulation #MentalHealth
#manipulation #MentalHealth
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About Last Year
Patience, a lot of patience,
That's what it takes to keep going.
At many years of age
we just want health and a lot of patience.
We are not attracted to indolence!
We are not afraid of impotence!
But, oh my God, how much we miss
the patience to have with impertinence
and inexperience and malevolence...
We try not to give up on the film
at the end of the first sequence.
And hear the same poorly told stories
out of sheer indulgence.
We then allowed ourselves to sit in the garden
and count the petals...
That's what it takes to keep going.
At many years of age
we just want health and a lot of patience.
We are not attracted to indolence!
We are not afraid of impotence!
But, oh my God, how much we miss
the patience to have with impertinence
and inexperience and malevolence...
We try not to give up on the film
at the end of the first sequence.
And hear the same poorly told stories
out of sheer indulgence.
We then allowed ourselves to sit in the garden
and count the petals...
#healing
#LifeStruggles
#MentalHealth
#MovingOn
#patience
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Self-Survival
I am nothing but a piece of cork, bobbing up and down in a sea of darkness
There is absolutely nothing to grab on to and remind me what started this
Unexpected solar winds often sets my mind adrift
I reach for the only line that I cared to know praying for another lift
Just like a boulder falling into still waters there's a splash followed by waves
Each ripple that tosses me about is a denial to me being saved
Farther and farther I'm being moved away from my center, your loving force
And me an abandoned ship at sea continually being blown off course ...
There is absolutely nothing to grab on to and remind me what started this
Unexpected solar winds often sets my mind adrift
I reach for the only line that I cared to know praying for another lift
Just like a boulder falling into still waters there's a splash followed by waves
Each ripple that tosses me about is a denial to me being saved
Farther and farther I'm being moved away from my center, your loving force
And me an abandoned ship at sea continually being blown off course ...
#love
#MentalHealth
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Menstrocity (collab with Vision_of_insanity)
hunting for the menstrual juice, this unholy juice, it's calling you
virginal whores in the purest form,
blood flowing freely like never before,
your crimson curse is what I thirst,
invasion of your hymen, devirginizing
I don't discriminate, your age, race, cunt blood's the same
fixation on coagulation, infatuation with menstruation
compelled to the stench of vaginal blood,
compelled to the taste of vaginal blood
There is no truce, this holy noose.
Feeling pain forever, throwing up the deuce.
On a grind to catch my mind,
I'm...
virginal whores in the purest form,
blood flowing freely like never before,
your crimson curse is what I thirst,
invasion of your hymen, devirginizing
I don't discriminate, your age, race, cunt blood's the same
fixation on coagulation, infatuation with menstruation
compelled to the stench of vaginal blood,
compelled to the taste of vaginal blood
There is no truce, this holy noose.
Feeling pain forever, throwing up the deuce.
On a grind to catch my mind,
I'm...
#collaboration
#LifeStruggles
#MentalHealth #women
#MentalHealth #women
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4 Comments
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
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Aqua
no point to regrets
thrashing in a fetid swamp
swim in a clear pond
thrashing in a fetid swamp
swim in a clear pond
#MentalHealth
#MovingOn
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4 Comments
Castaway
emotionally
stunted
shunted...unwanted
undiagnosed
hunted
ignored
inmate
state sanctioned slavery
ignored
soldier
war time bravery
now
homeless
in his native land
lost among the dregs of society
he begs as a survival tactic
practiced with humility
shamed into shamelessness
ridiculed
irrelevant
invisible man
swept away by the hands
of time
stunted
shunted...unwanted
undiagnosed
hunted
ignored
inmate
state sanctioned slavery
ignored
soldier
war time bravery
now
homeless
in his native land
lost among the dregs of society
he begs as a survival tactic
practiced with humility
shamed into shamelessness
ridiculed
irrelevant
invisible man
swept away by the hands
of time
#homelessness
#TruthOfLife
#MentalHealth
#despair
#PTSD
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5 Comments
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