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.
darlingxxdesolate
Poem Published
Today 4:46pm
Today 4:46pm
Gone
If by tomorrow
I were to disappear
Not a single soul
Would shed a tear
No one to mourn
No one to care
A lifelong battle I've suffered
Each day is filled with despair
By tomorrow I'll be out of here
I've finally found my peace
And now the world shall
Be a much better place
Once my memory has been erased
No one to notice
I wont be missed
Life will go on as if
I never did exist
No obituary need be posted
No funerary plans
Sprinkle my limbs over the lands
I were to disappear
Not a single soul
Would shed a tear
No one to mourn
No one to care
A lifelong battle I've suffered
Each day is filled with despair
By tomorrow I'll be out of here
I've finally found my peace
And now the world shall
Be a much better place
Once my memory has been erased
No one to notice
I wont be missed
Life will go on as if
I never did exist
No obituary need be posted
No funerary plans
Sprinkle my limbs over the lands
#depression
#dark
#bipolar #illness
#bipolar #illness
19 reads
smackdownraven
Poem Published
Yesterday 3:53pm
Yesterday 3:53pm
the strange ones
the odd ones know
what it is to be strange
weird in a bland world
television tells them who to be
me and t.v. don't get along
the mentally ill see the world differently
imagination lights the way
it's not an illness really
it's a refusal to see things in black and white
I enjoy all the colors of the spectrum
the odd ones know
what it is to be wonderful
spend some time in a mental hospital
then you'll know...
there I met Marilyn Monroe, Jesus, and the devil
I have a story to tell
some of it quite...
what it is to be strange
weird in a bland world
television tells them who to be
me and t.v. don't get along
the mentally ill see the world differently
imagination lights the way
it's not an illness really
it's a refusal to see things in black and white
I enjoy all the colors of the spectrum
the odd ones know
what it is to be wonderful
spend some time in a mental hospital
then you'll know...
there I met Marilyn Monroe, Jesus, and the devil
I have a story to tell
some of it quite...
#bipolar
#MentalHealth
46 reads
12 Comments
darlingxxdesolate
Poem Published
12th Sep 2019 8:56pm
12th Sep 2019 8:56pm
Futile
Why do I bother
Why do I try
When words mean nothing
And efforts fade and die
Why should I care
Why do I torment
Myself to the point of despair
Yearning for your voice in the air
Pain is my only comfort here
Destined for desolation
Love is lost in a world
Consumed by desecration
Why do I try
When words mean nothing
And efforts fade and die
Why should I care
Why do I torment
Myself to the point of despair
Yearning for your voice in the air
Pain is my only comfort here
Destined for desolation
Love is lost in a world
Consumed by desecration
#anger
#dark
#bipolar
#UnrequitedLove
#suffering
39 reads
darlingxxdesolate
Poem Published
12th Sep 2019 12:14pm
12th Sep 2019 12:14pm
Demon's Delight
Demons always
Find their way
Back in
Find their way
Back in
#anxiety
#dark
#bipolar #MentalHealth
#bipolar #MentalHealth
29 reads
1 Comment
goldenmyst
Poem Published
8th Sep 2019 3:31pm
8th Sep 2019 3:31pm
Group Home Blues - A Dream
Group Home Blues
I joke with her in the dining hall about going solo in the game of love. She smiles like I’ve said the funniest thing she’s ever heard. Our group living affords us little privacy but much laughter. She is a redhead with big blue eyes which if you stare into long enough become hypnotist crystals. Tall as a girl who grew up on homegrown corn, fresh milk from the cow, and where tomatoes are eaten straight off the vine, she is a down on her luck farm girl.
I find myself alone in my room stripping down for a shower. I hear a knock on the door and upon...
I joke with her in the dining hall about going solo in the game of love. She smiles like I’ve said the funniest thing she’s ever heard. Our group living affords us little privacy but much laughter. She is a redhead with big blue eyes which if you stare into long enough become hypnotist crystals. Tall as a girl who grew up on homegrown corn, fresh milk from the cow, and where tomatoes are eaten straight off the vine, she is a down on her luck farm girl.
I find myself alone in my room stripping down for a shower. I hear a knock on the door and upon...
#sex
#erotic
#bipolar
#MentalHealth
#tragedy
53 reads
6 Comments
crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
8th Sep 2019 3:27pm
8th Sep 2019 3:27pm
Needy
I want to just be me
kind-hearted and mischievous
silly...a girl at heart
vulnerable in my want
I need people...
just call me needy
I float from person to person throughout the day
like a bee...flower to flower
lighting on your thoughts
not staying too long lest I tire you
see I burn with an intensity
it can be overwhelming if I stay too long
so I pull back and find another to talk to
person to person all day long
I don't like t.v. or games
people are my interest that and my art
I love to...
kind-hearted and mischievous
silly...a girl at heart
vulnerable in my want
I need people...
just call me needy
I float from person to person throughout the day
like a bee...flower to flower
lighting on your thoughts
not staying too long lest I tire you
see I burn with an intensity
it can be overwhelming if I stay too long
so I pull back and find another to talk to
person to person all day long
I don't like t.v. or games
people are my interest that and my art
I love to...
#love
#beauty
#bipolar #SelfReflection
#bipolar #SelfReflection
99 reads
18 Comments
Diaryofabasketcase
Poem Published
6th Sep 2019 11:35pm
6th Sep 2019 11:35pm
The Episode
Round and round
The carousel goes
When will it stop?
Nobody knows
I spin in my mind
Alone everyday
Alone and unwanted
Please don’t go away
My mind is all scrambled
To me you’re a blur
I’m having an episode
That is all, nothing more
I tremble with panic
I stutter with fear
I’m sweating profusely
The end should be near
There’s no rhyme or reason
To trigger this show
It comes out of nowhere
I won’t let you go
Hold me a minute
Cuddle me as I shake
Let...
The carousel goes
When will it stop?
Nobody knows
I spin in my mind
Alone everyday
Alone and unwanted
Please don’t go away
My mind is all scrambled
To me you’re a blur
I’m having an episode
That is all, nothing more
I tremble with panic
I stutter with fear
I’m sweating profusely
The end should be near
There’s no rhyme or reason
To trigger this show
It comes out of nowhere
I won’t let you go
Hold me a minute
Cuddle me as I shake
Let...
#dark
#death
#suicide
#bipolar
#MentalHealth
64 reads
6 Comments
darlingxxdesolate
Poem Published
6th Sep 2019 5:42pm
6th Sep 2019 5:42pm
Life as a Poet
To have truly suffered into ink
#depression
#LifeStruggles
#bipolar
#LifeAsAWriter
#SixWordStory
40 reads
1 Comment
CJKay
Poem Published
4th Sep 2019 9:44am
4th Sep 2019 9:44am
Mental Illness Part 1
If you see me in the shadows
Out walking by myself
Don't think that I am creeping
I'm just thinking to myself
Spend many nights alone
Living in the dark
My life seems really easy
But it's no walk in the park
You see, I have anxiety
And I also have depression
But when you mix the two together
There are no fake expressions
Everything feels so intense
Your mind is constantly flowing
Jumbled thoughts and faded eyes
You speak without knowing
Because the voices take over
I've been up so...
Out walking by myself
Don't think that I am creeping
I'm just thinking to myself
Spend many nights alone
Living in the dark
My life seems really easy
But it's no walk in the park
You see, I have anxiety
And I also have depression
But when you mix the two together
There are no fake expressions
Everything feels so intense
Your mind is constantly flowing
Jumbled thoughts and faded eyes
You speak without knowing
Because the voices take over
I've been up so...
#anxiety
#depression
#bipolar
#drugs
#MentalHealth
101 reads
6 Comments
CJKay
Poem Published
4th Sep 2019 9:43am
4th Sep 2019 9:43am
Mental Illness Part 2
I know that's not the answer
But it's all I've ever known
I wish I could take it back
To the days that I was sober
To the days my heart wasn't cold
And my soul wasn't black
The bitterness towards others
And the violent attacks
The outbursts of hatred
Towards those that I love
Then begging for forgiveness
From the man up above
It's not fair to them
It's not fair to me
How many wakeup calls
Do I really need?
Mixed with depression
With a dash of anxiety
Bipolar disorder
Together...
But it's all I've ever known
I wish I could take it back
To the days that I was sober
To the days my heart wasn't cold
And my soul wasn't black
The bitterness towards others
And the violent attacks
The outbursts of hatred
Towards those that I love
Then begging for forgiveness
From the man up above
It's not fair to them
It's not fair to me
How many wakeup calls
Do I really need?
Mixed with depression
With a dash of anxiety
Bipolar disorder
Together...
#anxiety
#depression
#hope
#bipolar
#MentalHealth
63 reads
3 Comments
Diaryofabasketcase
Poem Published
2nd Sep 2019 6:55pm
2nd Sep 2019 6:55pm
Diagnosis
I take my pills precisely
At the same time 6 o’clock
They remind me that I’m not well
Bring back thoughts, I try to block
At times, it’s like white noise
It makes the voices fade away
Like the machine out by the door
When my therapy takes place
The office always dimly lit
She asks questions, then a pause
I try to answer honestly
As we try to find the cause
We go back to my childhood
Though I have no thoughts to share
I try to find a memory
But the memories aren’t there
She said that I have...
At the same time 6 o’clock
They remind me that I’m not well
Bring back thoughts, I try to block
At times, it’s like white noise
It makes the voices fade away
Like the machine out by the door
When my therapy takes place
The office always dimly lit
She asks questions, then a pause
I try to answer honestly
As we try to find the cause
We go back to my childhood
Though I have no thoughts to share
I try to find a memory
But the memories aren’t there
She said that I have...
#depression
#dark
#bipolar #MentalHealth
#bipolar #MentalHealth
71 reads
11 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
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
69 reads
8 Comments
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