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.
Thetravelingfairy
Poem Published
3rd Apr 2025 7:44pm
3rd Apr 2025 7:44pm
Sweet Reprieve
I’ve done a number on a few
I’ve been deep down in the swells of my sins
And those waves touch the beauty that surrounds me
It seems useless, to change if you’ve learned to exist in a miserable way
Patterns pave a way back home
To where it all began
Nothing but mess, and the remains of a past time
It rots like any other dead body
It reeks at my doorstep
Let their tears fall!
They’re coming with
guns and knives to
tear my skin apart
I hold secrets in the crevices of my heart
I’ve cut a piece or two myself, to...
I’ve been deep down in the swells of my sins
And those waves touch the beauty that surrounds me
It seems useless, to change if you’ve learned to exist in a miserable way
Patterns pave a way back home
To where it all began
Nothing but mess, and the remains of a past time
It rots like any other dead body
It reeks at my doorstep
Let their tears fall!
They’re coming with
guns and knives to
tear my skin apart
I hold secrets in the crevices of my heart
I’ve cut a piece or two myself, to...
#bipolar
#confessional
#deception #vanity
#deception #vanity
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toniscales
Lost Girl
Lost Girl
Poem Published
3rd Apr 2025 2:40am
3rd Apr 2025 2:40am
The Waiting Game
I sit on apartment patio
iron railing chipping
framing neighbors
coming home from work
in twilight gray and soft and purple
loneliness eats away at
what is left of me
this time of day
after the coffee has ravished my flesh and soul
and the same chronic emptiness
abandonment issues
first it was bipolar depression
then borderline personality disorder
a flurry of titles I fondled in my fingers
OCD
PTSD
and all I know is
I cry daily
and you can never show me...
iron railing chipping
framing neighbors
coming home from work
in twilight gray and soft and purple
loneliness eats away at
what is left of me
this time of day
after the coffee has ravished my flesh and soul
and the same chronic emptiness
abandonment issues
first it was bipolar depression
then borderline personality disorder
a flurry of titles I fondled in my fingers
OCD
PTSD
and all I know is
I cry daily
and you can never show me...
#bipolar
#depression
#MentalHealth
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4 Comments
Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
29th Mar 2025 11:04pm
29th Mar 2025 11:04pm
Mental Health Connection
It's me again the story teller of unspoken words ✍️ For let's take a moment to analyze what others are dealing with in their own life. For sure we can't ignore the truth of the facts, about metal illness for sure it may affect, families and friends and people who we are close with in our lives. Yet we are still not sure why so many people's, lives on a daily basis is living on so many, levels of unstable with conditions with situations. That is what some people's have to learn to deal with, sometimes becoming invisible to the outside world. 🌎 THAT they were and have been...
#Autism
#bipolar
#depression
#illness
#MentalHealth
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gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
Poem Published
29th Mar 2025 2:51pm
29th Mar 2025 2:51pm
Alone
I am alone within the remote regions of my mind.
Safely isolated from the judgmental world
where I’m an introvert. This endless seclusion
for a mortal scribing immortal words
is accompanied intimately by lasting loneliness.
Safely isolated from the judgmental world
where I’m an introvert. This endless seclusion
for a mortal scribing immortal words
is accompanied intimately by lasting loneliness.
#bipolar
#MentalHealth
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfReflection
#surreal
67 reads
1 Comment
mingomingus
SamTheSlam
SamTheSlam
Poem Published
19th Mar 2025 3:33am
19th Mar 2025 3:33am
stay between the lines
cruising between mood control
and mind control
At the moment believing
i'm in control
Everyone else tells me otherwise
And i believe them
but don't agree
cold calculated chaos
i forgot how crazy I was
i forget a lot of things
a sort of road hypnosis
it truly concerns me
Driving the vehicle of my body
switching my signals
Left not knowing what is right
in front of me
Constantly looking in the rear view mirror
trying to please everyone
All the while resisting the urge
to cut...
and mind control
At the moment believing
i'm in control
Everyone else tells me otherwise
And i believe them
but don't agree
cold calculated chaos
i forgot how crazy I was
i forget a lot of things
a sort of road hypnosis
it truly concerns me
Driving the vehicle of my body
switching my signals
Left not knowing what is right
in front of me
Constantly looking in the rear view mirror
trying to please everyone
All the while resisting the urge
to cut...
#bipolar
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1 Comment
Ambjr
Poem Published
15th Mar 2025 7:10pm
15th Mar 2025 7:10pm
back on my bullshit - shitty poetry part 2
look who crashed his own funeral
standin in the back
eatin all of the good hor d'oeuvres
middle finger raised to hell's security cameras
I'm bulletproof baby
well more like...
duct taped extensively
and surprisinly functional
my demons called a meetin
to discuss my recent performance
they're concerned I lack commitment
to our five year plan of self destruction
the same hellfire that burned me down
now makes excellent mood lightin
for my after pity party
where I dance on my own ashes
the...
standin in the back
eatin all of the good hor d'oeuvres
middle finger raised to hell's security cameras
I'm bulletproof baby
well more like...
duct taped extensively
and surprisinly functional
my demons called a meetin
to discuss my recent performance
they're concerned I lack commitment
to our five year plan of self destruction
the same hellfire that burned me down
now makes excellent mood lightin
for my after pity party
where I dance on my own ashes
the...
#bipolar
#depression
#determination
#healing
#PersonalGrowth
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6 Comments
gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
Poem Published
5th Mar 2025 6:57pm
5th Mar 2025 6:57pm
Gone
Gone into the distant thoughts of others
when I am no more than a memory.
Vanished into the clay of the earth,
gone I'll be into that distant memory.
When my voice dies with me,
gone I'll be as words in a sob story.
Gone into the imagination of others
where they recall only the best of me.
Vanished to into the nothingness,
gone I'll be into that memory.
When my hand dies with me,
gone I'll be from the pen for eternity.
when I am no more than a memory.
Vanished into the clay of the earth,
gone I'll be into that distant memory.
When my voice dies with me,
gone I'll be as words in a sob story.
Gone into the imagination of others
where they recall only the best of me.
Vanished to into the nothingness,
gone I'll be into that memory.
When my hand dies with me,
gone I'll be from the pen for eternity.
#bipolar
#depression
#MentalHealth
#PTSD
#suicide
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gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
Poem Published
4th Mar 2025 8:54pm
4th Mar 2025 8:54pm
Shipwrecked Soul
Ahoy! There she is!
In formal times, gracefully gliding across the glassy sea;
her figure so stout and proud.
On a voyage (life’s journey) so resolute, unwavering
against the coming storms (challenges)
and serpents (assholes) of the deep blue sea (the world).
Her sails swelled by the gift of wind,
carrying her body so peacefully
to a coming doom (death).
There in that moment, she was,
a silhouette
in the burning backdrop of the far off,
dusking horizon (future).
No other words to describe it.
She...
In formal times, gracefully gliding across the glassy sea;
her figure so stout and proud.
On a voyage (life’s journey) so resolute, unwavering
against the coming storms (challenges)
and serpents (assholes) of the deep blue sea (the world).
Her sails swelled by the gift of wind,
carrying her body so peacefully
to a coming doom (death).
There in that moment, she was,
a silhouette
in the burning backdrop of the far off,
dusking horizon (future).
No other words to describe it.
She...
#bipolar
#LifeCycle
#MentalHealth
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gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
Poem Published
4th Mar 2025 4:07pm
4th Mar 2025 4:07pm
Lantern In The Darkness
The flamelight of my hope and reality
burns within the darkness of psychosis.
Light within dark overcomes –
No matter how small the flame.
Whenever I fall asleep, darkness
slithers itself in bed alongside me
with gazing eyes and a whispery voice.
And there is a lantern within – one I hold
to this darkness that my hallucinating
eyes cannot penetrate alone.
My eyes are lamplit to the dream,
for the flame within ensouls me.
The light of my lantern pulsates,
possessing a fiery heartbeat,
pushing...
burns within the darkness of psychosis.
Light within dark overcomes –
No matter how small the flame.
Whenever I fall asleep, darkness
slithers itself in bed alongside me
with gazing eyes and a whispery voice.
And there is a lantern within – one I hold
to this darkness that my hallucinating
eyes cannot penetrate alone.
My eyes are lamplit to the dream,
for the flame within ensouls me.
The light of my lantern pulsates,
possessing a fiery heartbeat,
pushing...
#bipolar
#FeelingLost
#MentalHealth
#metaphor
#surreal
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gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
Poem Published
27th Feb 2025 1:53am
27th Feb 2025 1:53am
Ghostly Hallucinations
Turning black all around me,
the air had icy fingers
pinching my skin with emotional frostbite.
A shrill cry followed,
echoing in the fog
of schizophrenia’s uncertainty.
Wandering through this graveyard,
the gravestones of my past
stand silently and somewhere within.
The eyes of a ghost follow me -
laughter, hideous laughter lurks in its eyes,
then I shiver with humiliation.
With hell in my mind,
my hair stands on end,
my eyes the windows to this furnace.
Normality,
was there...
the air had icy fingers
pinching my skin with emotional frostbite.
A shrill cry followed,
echoing in the fog
of schizophrenia’s uncertainty.
Wandering through this graveyard,
the gravestones of my past
stand silently and somewhere within.
The eyes of a ghost follow me -
laughter, hideous laughter lurks in its eyes,
then I shiver with humiliation.
With hell in my mind,
my hair stands on end,
my eyes the windows to this furnace.
Normality,
was there...
#bipolar
#depression
#FeelingLost
#MentalHealth
#surreal
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2 Comments
LunaGreyhawk
Jenn_Leigh
Jenn_Leigh
Poem Published
24th Feb 2025 3:14am
24th Feb 2025 3:14am
Let Me Speak
at death
let me then say,
I have lived;
not well, not poorly
but that I endured;
I experienced
each and every
moment forward
from my awakening,
with eyes thrice opened;
let me shout to the world,
that my palms faced up,
accepting all of that
which could not be
accepted from me,
wether love or apathy;
let me sing that I was
become whole, undone
of sad, abandoned roots
that kept me tethered
to shame and guilt;
so, at death
let me then whisper
I set myself free, at...
let me then say,
I have lived;
not well, not poorly
but that I endured;
I experienced
each and every
moment forward
from my awakening,
with eyes thrice opened;
let me shout to the world,
that my palms faced up,
accepting all of that
which could not be
accepted from me,
wether love or apathy;
let me sing that I was
become whole, undone
of sad, abandoned roots
that kept me tethered
to shame and guilt;
so, at death
let me then whisper
I set myself free, at...
#bipolar
#healing
#MentalHealth
#PersonalGrowth
#SelfDiscovery
153 reads
6 Comments
Ambjr
Poem Published
24th Feb 2025 2:00am
24th Feb 2025 2:00am
reign and ruin
wild eyed king of the past
ruler of shot glass realms
struttin down neon streets
arm in arm with beautiful strangers
electric
hungry
unstoppable
I devoured darkness
and it devoured me back
thru tangles of limbs
and sheets stained with lipstick
whiskey seepin into my blood
flesh against flesh against flesh
they wanted the fire in me
the untamed beast
that burned thru rooms
and left ashes of promises behind
they wanted to know
what destruction tasted like
so they pressed their...
ruler of shot glass realms
struttin down neon streets
arm in arm with beautiful strangers
electric
hungry
unstoppable
I devoured darkness
and it devoured me back
thru tangles of limbs
and sheets stained with lipstick
whiskey seepin into my blood
flesh against flesh against flesh
they wanted the fire in me
the untamed beast
that burned thru rooms
and left ashes of promises behind
they wanted to know
what destruction tasted like
so they pressed their...
#addiction
#alcohol
#bipolar
#healing
#PersonalGrowth
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