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.
smackdownraven
Poem Published
22nd Aug 2024 3:44pm
22nd Aug 2024 3:44pm
voices
you're my grace when midnight calls
and I'm on the floor
reeling with delusions
you comfort me and make me laugh
you keep watch over me
when my mind is no longer my own
madness hurts I get frightened
my demons are terrors but they are my own
you love me no matter what
I know I come with a lot of spirits
you find yourself afraid too
but you still stand up for me
in my darkened states
you battle with me
I don't know what the point is
I hear full discussions in my head
between people who don't talk...
and I'm on the floor
reeling with delusions
you comfort me and make me laugh
you keep watch over me
when my mind is no longer my own
madness hurts I get frightened
my demons are terrors but they are my own
you love me no matter what
I know I come with a lot of spirits
you find yourself afraid too
but you still stand up for me
in my darkened states
you battle with me
I don't know what the point is
I hear full discussions in my head
between people who don't talk...
#dark
#MentalHealth
101 reads
7 Comments
JusTim_
Poem Published
27th Mar 2019 3:30pm
27th Mar 2019 3:30pm
Waiting On Spring (a dichotomy of lunacy)
I don't even know what to think anymore
do I even exist or just taking up space
in an ever polluted paradigm?
the ying is pulling at my yang
and the simple has mentally abstained
I'm a stain on the ceiling
lying parallel to those sparking white walls
up has turned me down
and I've become dizzy or so it seems
life has a way of beating you
and I've been hit more than once
but I can take a punch
and I can reading that writing
(the holographic beast
sticking out her tongue)
I'm not afraid
and...
do I even exist or just taking up space
in an ever polluted paradigm?
the ying is pulling at my yang
and the simple has mentally abstained
I'm a stain on the ceiling
lying parallel to those sparking white walls
up has turned me down
and I've become dizzy or so it seems
life has a way of beating you
and I've been hit more than once
but I can take a punch
and I can reading that writing
(the holographic beast
sticking out her tongue)
I'm not afraid
and...
#MentalHealth
#philosophical
580 reads
17 Comments
Tallen
earth_empath
earth_empath
Poem Published
23rd Apr 2022 5:12pm
23rd Apr 2022 5:12pm
Transmuting Psychosis
23 / 30
Transmuting Psychosis
I would settle for 30 seconds
of petrification
verses millions of years!
O how I yearn for
a personal dormition
staving off effects
of my lack of R.E.M., sleep.
I get a little psychotic
A two hour nap per night
21 hours per week
my average
before I get a wee bit crazy
This past night found me
freaking out
for I had a difficult time
telling the difference
between reality,
dream & half-sleep.
In May, I have a 4 hr...
Transmuting Psychosis
I would settle for 30 seconds
of petrification
verses millions of years!
O how I yearn for
a personal dormition
staving off effects
of my lack of R.E.M., sleep.
I get a little psychotic
A two hour nap per night
21 hours per week
my average
before I get a wee bit crazy
This past night found me
freaking out
for I had a difficult time
telling the difference
between reality,
dream & half-sleep.
In May, I have a 4 hr...
#dreams
#MentalHealth
#sleep #myself
#sleep #myself
348 reads
0 Comments
buddhakitty
Poem Published
9th Sep 2018 4:54am
9th Sep 2018 4:54am
etiology
my mother always
told me to chew
my food one
hundred times
before I
swallowed
I only chewed
ninetynine
...that must be
why I'm so
fucked up
(c) 2018 R.R. Zinn
told me to chew
my food one
hundred times
before I
swallowed
I only chewed
ninetynine
...that must be
why I'm so
fucked up
(c) 2018 R.R. Zinn
#MentalHealth
591 reads
13 Comments
James_A_Knight
Poem Published
20th Jan 2023 4:59pm
20th Jan 2023 4:59pm
Abstract Triptych
I have just finished a triptych, two years in the making. It began with a photograph and ended up on canvas. The art was inspired by many things. Even in my darkest moment, I was driven to pursue these abstracts. I wrote and published some strange poems under two different profiles on this site, both of those profiles have been deleted. I want to apologise if I said weird stuff. I wasn't right during 2021. Here is the art, the only positive to come out of the madness.
I could tell you what it means but where's the fun in that.
They are heavily inspired by Poetspeaks...
I could tell you what it means but where's the fun in that.
They are heavily inspired by Poetspeaks...
#MentalHealth
#art
345 reads
10 Comments
Grace
IDryad
IDryad
Poem Published
15th Jun 2024 12:22pm
15th Jun 2024 12:22pm
The Key
the key into the depth of her soul
where the shadows of the past exist
the shadows dance with eerie music
the padded room had slashed walls
they peek in with curiosity
they want so much to touch
and prod and poke
does she exists beyond the ethereal
the key is hidden away in her mind
a word spoken a soft touch
there is flickering hope in the abyss
there demons dwell dancing with her mind
the key is stuck within
words like thorns embedded
in wounds oozing pus
the key is called Compassion
where the shadows of the past exist
the shadows dance with eerie music
the padded room had slashed walls
they peek in with curiosity
they want so much to touch
and prod and poke
does she exists beyond the ethereal
the key is hidden away in her mind
a word spoken a soft touch
there is flickering hope in the abyss
there demons dwell dancing with her mind
the key is stuck within
words like thorns embedded
in wounds oozing pus
the key is called Compassion
#anger
#MentalHealth
175 reads
8 Comments
Numer90
Numer0-un0
Numer0-un0
Poem Published
28th Mar 2025 3:55pm
28th Mar 2025 3:55pm
Individual
A dishonorable and terrible individual
Happens to be multilingual
Sense of reasoning; psychological
Who failed to thrive and only bribes with numerical
Happens to be multilingual
Sense of reasoning; psychological
Who failed to thrive and only bribes with numerical
#MentalHealth
41 reads
0 Comments
deliabear
Debbie
Debbie
Poem Published
23rd Dec 2024 8:35pm
23rd Dec 2024 8:35pm
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
127 reads
15 Comments
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
119 reads
2 Comments
DevilsChild
Poem Published
10th Feb 2024 9:45am
10th Feb 2024 9:45am
It Takes Years to Get to Paradise
you sure know how to love
the way you set the lights
screams I’m one lucky man
but there’s something I have to tell you
I could say that I’m ok
pick up around the house
work my hands down to the bone
feed some hungry mouths
seems to me
they’ll always be something missing
and babe, it takes years
yes, it takes years
in a short life
you can put your arms around me
kiss me the only way you can
I will always smile
it’s the best thing in my life
guess I get so hung up on pain
it builds up gunk in my...
the way you set the lights
screams I’m one lucky man
but there’s something I have to tell you
I could say that I’m ok
pick up around the house
work my hands down to the bone
feed some hungry mouths
seems to me
they’ll always be something missing
and babe, it takes years
yes, it takes years
in a short life
you can put your arms around me
kiss me the only way you can
I will always smile
it’s the best thing in my life
guess I get so hung up on pain
it builds up gunk in my...
#relationships
#MentalHealth
276 reads
4 Comments
a_methyste
hlightdroid
hlightdroid
Poem Published
30th Jan 2025 9:00pm
30th Jan 2025 9:00pm
Blurr
I drink my coffee
what is it
I am drinking it for 100th time
I read my poem
blank
what is it where the joy
the high I felt yesterday
I take a walk
faces look barren
and the sky is gray
wet even though it is not raining
I meet my friend
the same conversations
my brain will find a hack
I listen to music
it is empty
what did I like about this tune yesterday
It is Thursday
and I utterly lack motivation.
what is it
I am drinking it for 100th time
I read my poem
blank
what is it where the joy
the high I felt yesterday
I take a walk
faces look barren
and the sky is gray
wet even though it is not raining
I meet my friend
the same conversations
my brain will find a hack
I listen to music
it is empty
what did I like about this tune yesterday
It is Thursday
and I utterly lack motivation.
#MentalHealth
75 reads
2 Comments
eroseternal
Tim Eros
Tim Eros
Poem Published
4th Mar 2025 1:00am
4th Mar 2025 1:00am
Sensuous Me - Jaded
#children
#depression
#MentalHealth
74 reads
5 Comments
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