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.
Griming the sane
Ample desire
perusing the fire
With psychosis griming the sane
Images spent
Will never relent
We’re the tempest devoid of the rain
Nonsensical drive
In what keeps me alive
My pain, simply masked with a grin
Yesterday’s fraught
With the things I have bought
Mania: a fantastical sin
We’re up; we are down
We are longing to drown
Ideation has sampled thy visions
Plagued with ill-thought
Alive while we rot
No sutures to close my incisions
perusing the fire
With psychosis griming the sane
Images spent
Will never relent
We’re the tempest devoid of the rain
Nonsensical drive
In what keeps me alive
My pain, simply masked with a grin
Yesterday’s fraught
With the things I have bought
Mania: a fantastical sin
We’re up; we are down
We are longing to drown
Ideation has sampled thy visions
Plagued with ill-thought
Alive while we rot
No sutures to close my incisions
#bipolar
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THE DARK SIDE
What does it mean to be trapped, inside a world 🌎 that you have no idea how you got there? Within this very space that is unfamiliar to you. YET there you are trapped, into this very remote world of nothing but darkness. 🤔 I know I haven't spoken on this subject in awhile, but I felt it very necessary to put it in it's right prospective. Maybe shine
some light on this message of mental health, which affects some of us in different ways. For sure there are those of us who suffer, just trying to make sense of it 😔 when we have good days and bad nights. Yet still...
some light on this message of mental health, which affects some of us in different ways. For sure there are those of us who suffer, just trying to make sense of it 😔 when we have good days and bad nights. Yet still...
#addiction
#anxiety
#bipolar
#depression
#illness
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This Path of Uncertainty
I know this path…
This is a path I’ve walked before…
It’s a dark one with an indeterminate end.
Me, myself and I think there are some things that are just kept better quiet.
I don’t want to be quiet anymore.
I want to leave this arctic realm of realism, lower my foot into the warm bath water
of surrealism, and be home!
Here in reality, I am no one.
There in surrealism, I am someone.
I’ll raise my hand to the glass
and the figure in the reflection follows.
Then we join palms,
then a ripple in the glass.
All I...
This is a path I’ve walked before…
It’s a dark one with an indeterminate end.
Me, myself and I think there are some things that are just kept better quiet.
I don’t want to be quiet anymore.
I want to leave this arctic realm of realism, lower my foot into the warm bath water
of surrealism, and be home!
Here in reality, I am no one.
There in surrealism, I am someone.
I’ll raise my hand to the glass
and the figure in the reflection follows.
Then we join palms,
then a ripple in the glass.
All I...
#anxiety
#bipolar
#MentalHealth
#nightmares
#OCD
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Moonless Bliss
That moonless abyss of your soul,
a blackness which feels everlasting.
A dark soul indeed, with supernovas for eyes -
oh, moonless bliss of mine!
I've fallen in love with the unknown!
The deeper I delve into your darkness,
where summery light never penetrates,
I've fallen for your moonless soul!
a blackness which feels everlasting.
A dark soul indeed, with supernovas for eyes -
oh, moonless bliss of mine!
I've fallen in love with the unknown!
The deeper I delve into your darkness,
where summery light never penetrates,
I've fallen for your moonless soul!
#bipolar
#dark
#love
#MentalHealth
#relationships
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Earthing
and so I dream of taking
every bit of myself
to the woods, where
I will find the parts of me
that are still whole,
still connected to everything;
where the sun on my face
invigorates my bones and
the smell of pine and moss,
the texture of earth and detritus,
fills my weary soul to bursting;
there, I am not broken or
found wanting by schedules
or living a life meant for others;
there, I am free
every bit of myself
to the woods, where
I will find the parts of me
that are still whole,
still connected to everything;
where the sun on my face
invigorates my bones and
the smell of pine and moss,
the texture of earth and detritus,
fills my weary soul to bursting;
there, I am not broken or
found wanting by schedules
or living a life meant for others;
there, I am free
#bipolar
#MentalHealth
#SelfDiscovery
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What they never know
Desires swirl in the mist
One could grab them if not for the doubt
All the self loathing permeable
But lovers requiem loud and resounding
They are there to staunch the flow and heal the wounds
it’s all about the ones they never know
Trickling in and tearing flesh
Holding virtue to themselves
All will crumble and decay
But soon
They will know
One could grab them if not for the doubt
All the self loathing permeable
But lovers requiem loud and resounding
They are there to staunch the flow and heal the wounds
it’s all about the ones they never know
Trickling in and tearing flesh
Holding virtue to themselves
All will crumble and decay
But soon
They will know
#bipolar
#depression
#MentalHealth
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Pretend
My umbrella shields the rain,
my bandaid hides my pain,
the mask hides my expressions,
the pills shield my aggression.
My umbrella broke,
my bandaids soaked,
the mask cracked,
the pills back-lashed,
and once again I am insane.
my bandaid hides my pain,
the mask hides my expressions,
the pills shield my aggression.
My umbrella broke,
my bandaids soaked,
the mask cracked,
the pills back-lashed,
and once again I am insane.
#bipolar
#LifeStruggles
#meditation #MentalHealth
#meditation #MentalHealth
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The Black Pond
Trapped from the start
She tried to reach for the stars
When she was held behind the bars
Hoping to see a glimpse of the sparks
With a flick of her wand
She stumbled across the pond
Wondering what was lurking
Underneath the motionless surface
She was so intrigued as it spoke
And made shapes in different sizes
After revealing its secrets
It sunk back into the darkness
The pond gently lured her in
To see the great mysteries
Beyond her imagination
Along with the greatest transformations
She tried to reach for the stars
When she was held behind the bars
Hoping to see a glimpse of the sparks
With a flick of her wand
She stumbled across the pond
Wondering what was lurking
Underneath the motionless surface
She was so intrigued as it spoke
And made shapes in different sizes
After revealing its secrets
It sunk back into the darkness
The pond gently lured her in
To see the great mysteries
Beyond her imagination
Along with the greatest transformations
#bipolar
#confusion
#illness
#insomnia
#MentalHealth
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Can you hear me?
Unrelenting waves
crashing down
pummeling me
into the ground
Unforgiving pasts
circling around
like a karmic
downward spiral
Unconvincing glances
render speechless
the mouths
that drain my life
Impermissible habits
tying us together
like fish
on the same hook
Misguided interpretations
of everything
I trusted them
without hesitation
Unforgotten words
in displaced contexts
but did you forget
where you come from?
Irreplacable silences
at...
crashing down
pummeling me
into the ground
Unforgiving pasts
circling around
like a karmic
downward spiral
Unconvincing glances
render speechless
the mouths
that drain my life
Impermissible habits
tying us together
like fish
on the same hook
Misguided interpretations
of everything
I trusted them
without hesitation
Unforgotten words
in displaced contexts
but did you forget
where you come from?
Irreplacable silences
at...
#bipolar
#disappointment
#grief
#MentalHealth
#regret
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Intoxicated
I possess an illness,
an addiction to your drug.
A sip of rose wine
and conversation intoxicates me,
and I am left craving
the petals of your rose.
Symptoms of loneliness
and the longing for you,
I have no regrets
for my addiction to you.
Your beauty is thus a drug!
Let’s impregnate this idea of us!
an addiction to your drug.
A sip of rose wine
and conversation intoxicates me,
and I am left craving
the petals of your rose.
Symptoms of loneliness
and the longing for you,
I have no regrets
for my addiction to you.
Your beauty is thus a drug!
Let’s impregnate this idea of us!
#addiction
#bipolar
#dark
#MentalHealth
#surreal
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Venting with a tired growl
#anxiety
#bipolar
#depression
#MentalHealth
#PTSD
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Infection
Infection runs cold in the bloodstream
Depleting
Destroying
Devouring
Deleting
My sense of self
Till there's nothing left
Depleting
Destroying
Devouring
Deleting
My sense of self
Till there's nothing left
#anxiety
#bipolar
#depression
#despair
#MentalHealth
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