Bipolar Poems
#bipolar
Bipolar poems, poetry about the mental illness bipolar, or manic depression, characterized by both manic and depressive episodes. Poems about bipolar, a glimpse into the struggle of living with the mood swings and challenges presented by this mental health condition.
BabydoII
Itty Bitty
Itty Bitty
Poem Published
20th Nov 2019 7:08am
20th Nov 2019 7:08am
Welcome
It's a mixed bag, friend
... We laugh
It's why we don't indulge
Who am I talking to
He asks
But we won't divulge
A mixed bag
Yeah
A different response every time
Are you game
Yeah?
Welcome to insanity, our guide.
... We laugh
It's why we don't indulge
Who am I talking to
He asks
But we won't divulge
A mixed bag
Yeah
A different response every time
Are you game
Yeah?
Welcome to insanity, our guide.
#relationships
#identity
#bipolar #MentalHealth
#bipolar #MentalHealth
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Prometheus86
Justin
Justin
Poem Published
12th Nov 2019 5:56pm
12th Nov 2019 5:56pm
Two-Face
I flip the coin of fate
And kill in the face of hate
F**k diamonds
You support life for a price?
Justify that it's normal and right?
F**k you, your marriage, and your c**t of a wife
The computer chip
The new crucifix of the illusionists
F**k puppet politicians and their uselessness
Trading in my sanity for stupid s**t
I'm blitzed
Call me Jack the Ripper
Sippin on an elixir of choice
I'm limb, I'm joints
I'm direct and on point
I make my own luck
Create a tinder for killers
Who just want to f**k
The...
And kill in the face of hate
F**k diamonds
You support life for a price?
Justify that it's normal and right?
F**k you, your marriage, and your c**t of a wife
The computer chip
The new crucifix of the illusionists
F**k puppet politicians and their uselessness
Trading in my sanity for stupid s**t
I'm blitzed
Call me Jack the Ripper
Sippin on an elixir of choice
I'm limb, I'm joints
I'm direct and on point
I make my own luck
Create a tinder for killers
Who just want to f**k
The...
#bipolar
#MentalHealth
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_boybrains
Poem Published
12th Nov 2019 2:04am
12th Nov 2019 2:04am
belong to the universe.
i wander
around like
nobody’s child—
the only time i felt
i belonged was
beside a box of
crayons,
stacking words
like babies high
on fuckin’ building
blocks,
i tried joining
clubs but i was
the germ living
in a trailer,
i was
the weird kid
who worships
satan,
i befriended grey
friends called
razors,
lost a friend
who kicked the
bucket from
addiction,
skipping school,
warm meals, diagnosed ...
around like
nobody’s child—
the only time i felt
i belonged was
beside a box of
crayons,
stacking words
like babies high
on fuckin’ building
blocks,
i tried joining
clubs but i was
the germ living
in a trailer,
i was
the weird kid
who worships
satan,
i befriended grey
friends called
razors,
lost a friend
who kicked the
bucket from
addiction,
skipping school,
warm meals, diagnosed ...
#LifeStruggles
#bipolar
#confessional
#EatingDisorder
#transgender
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PeaceTreatyeceiP
Poem Published
11th Nov 2019 4:33am
11th Nov 2019 4:33am
PatientLeaf Waiving
PatientLy Waiting
Sipping on this earl grey I come to an epiphany
Were you really meant for me?
Were you meant for me or just one of those leaves on my tree I Asxylum (asylum/xylum)
Gave you a sense of a new taste of living without intervention
Faulty of me cause those doors I decided to pry em
Such a beautiful leaf with bipolar symmetry, which were your true intentions?
Veins filled with words you fed me you knew how to Phloem (/flow em)
Yet you kept your guards cause this isn't the conditions you tend to grow in
You're used to the...
Sipping on this earl grey I come to an epiphany
Were you really meant for me?
Were you meant for me or just one of those leaves on my tree I Asxylum (asylum/xylum)
Gave you a sense of a new taste of living without intervention
Faulty of me cause those doors I decided to pry em
Such a beautiful leaf with bipolar symmetry, which were your true intentions?
Veins filled with words you fed me you knew how to Phloem (/flow em)
Yet you kept your guards cause this isn't the conditions you tend to grow in
You're used to the...
#betrayal
#bipolar
#trees
#patience
#frustration
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_boybrains
Poem Published
11th Nov 2019 2:54am
11th Nov 2019 2:54am
crow.
two forty one
i should knock
out at three,
laying here
with all these
tendencies,
i find myself
repeatedly
swallowing,
down that bitch
esophagus it’s
going,
i don’t wanna
hear that crow
cawing.
i should knock
out at three,
laying here
with all these
tendencies,
i find myself
repeatedly
swallowing,
down that bitch
esophagus it’s
going,
i don’t wanna
hear that crow
cawing.
#bipolar
#confessional
#minimalist
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_boybrains
Poem Published
9th Nov 2019 2:39am
9th Nov 2019 2:39am
channel grey.
that
little
pinch
that
nicks
in the
back
of
my
brain,
fuck
this
next
level
shit
wave
i just
want
that
nice
old
sun
day,
oh
wake
up fucker
we’re getting
get up today
with a forecast
of suffering.
little
pinch
that
nicks
in the
back
of
my
brain,
fuck
this
next
level
shit
wave
i just
want
that
nice
old
sun
day,
oh
wake
up fucker
we’re getting
get up today
with a forecast
of suffering.
#bipolar
#MentalHealth
#minimalist
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_boybrains
Poem Published
8th Nov 2019 3:21pm
8th Nov 2019 3:21pm
my mind is
a
green
man dim
lit for paused
traffic
the house with
no tenants
occupying
it,
the
scratch pole
that holds no
entertainment
balls that refuse
to drop as the
coin slots
in,
buses
raided with
joop as chavs
climb top deck
a wet fag on
the groggy
streets of
soho.
green
man dim
lit for paused
traffic
the house with
no tenants
occupying
it,
the
scratch pole
that holds no
entertainment
balls that refuse
to drop as the
coin slots
in,
buses
raided with
joop as chavs
climb top deck
a wet fag on
the groggy
streets of
soho.
#depression
#bipolar
#confessional
#MentalHealth
#minimalist
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7 Comments
_boybrains
Poem Published
7th Nov 2019 2:19am
7th Nov 2019 2:19am
i, me & inbetween.
push my body
through the
brown
floor..
my
mind is
a bedded
matchbox.
through the
brown
floor..
my
mind is
a bedded
matchbox.
#bipolar
#confessional
#MentalHealth #minimalist
#MentalHealth #minimalist
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TonyO
Poem Published
1st Nov 2019 6:11pm
1st Nov 2019 6:11pm
Thinking of Slippers
No one can see me behind my door,
Fairy lights, bloated, idle and more.
Hidden for years my own soured smiles,
Steadfast, unmoving,....have I got piles?
My own hand has trapped me here,
Alone, a friend I have made of fear.
Glory, freshness and sparkle have passed,
I am not for saving, again.....at last.
Fairy lights, bloated, idle and more.
Hidden for years my own soured smiles,
Steadfast, unmoving,....have I got piles?
My own hand has trapped me here,
Alone, a friend I have made of fear.
Glory, freshness and sparkle have passed,
I am not for saving, again.....at last.
#bipolar
#fate
#memories
#insomnia
#redemption
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Queen_of_darkness
Poem Published
31st Oct 2019 10:05am
31st Oct 2019 10:05am
The funny thing about suicide is
How's your heart little brown girl"
The blue boy asked
U looked at the pretty blue boy
His pretty blue eyes.
And just like that "pow!!!"
A sound so loud blew his ears.
He'd never heard a sound like that before
The blue boy had red all over him
The blue boy was now covered in red blood
He exhaled slow into the sky and smile
And said " I see how it is. I too had my heart broken"
The blue boy then looks down at his feet
Waiting and thinking why didn't she plead
Instead she wanted to bleed
Did no one hear her...
The blue boy asked
U looked at the pretty blue boy
His pretty blue eyes.
And just like that "pow!!!"
A sound so loud blew his ears.
He'd never heard a sound like that before
The blue boy had red all over him
The blue boy was now covered in red blood
He exhaled slow into the sky and smile
And said " I see how it is. I too had my heart broken"
The blue boy then looks down at his feet
Waiting and thinking why didn't she plead
Instead she wanted to bleed
Did no one hear her...
#heartbroken
#bipolar
#MentalHealth #FallingInLove
#MentalHealth #FallingInLove
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1 Comment
kalimiller
Poem Published
31st Oct 2019 4:36am
31st Oct 2019 4:36am
Chemicals
ve got these chemicals inside my brain and they’re doing some funny things.
They keep me laughing on my best days and they make sure I forget my rain coat during the bad times.
I’m not sure you know what I mean when I say I’m not a meteorologist. I just never know when it’s going to storm or if I’m going to need the shades. You feel me?
I’m always guessing and checking, but not like that 8th grade algebra class, I’m just trying to make it.
But the people around me, they think I’ve got it made. The thing is I’m just getting through the day. I work...
They keep me laughing on my best days and they make sure I forget my rain coat during the bad times.
I’m not sure you know what I mean when I say I’m not a meteorologist. I just never know when it’s going to storm or if I’m going to need the shades. You feel me?
I’m always guessing and checking, but not like that 8th grade algebra class, I’m just trying to make it.
But the people around me, they think I’ve got it made. The thing is I’m just getting through the day. I work...
#bipolar
#MentalHealth
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RByron418
Poem Published
26th Oct 2019 5:08am
26th Oct 2019 5:08am
polluted
the moon silent
in a thriving, vivid
blossom trapped between
Eden. Dead.
Behold the ancient
always, this wild path
fertile only in the dusk
of being. Night.
Winter.
A withering growth birthed
in fresh shade, a
dark song living cold,
preservered, but
No Sanctuary in
our confused season -
wander or walk,
rest or leave.
every Above is
just so Below.
Polluted root.
in a thriving, vivid
blossom trapped between
Eden. Dead.
Behold the ancient
always, this wild path
fertile only in the dusk
of being. Night.
Winter.
A withering growth birthed
in fresh shade, a
dark song living cold,
preservered, but
No Sanctuary in
our confused season -
wander or walk,
rest or leave.
every Above is
just so Below.
Polluted root.
#depression
#politics
#bipolar
#pollution
#MentalHealth
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