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
26th Feb 2020 6:59pm
26th Feb 2020 6:59pm
Goodbye, Love
my mind was always turbulent
one mood lower than the last
propelled into the sky
euphoric again
my mind is like a record
softly turning in tune
i remembered the scratches
that distorted the sound
my flaws from within, perhaps even morbid
this i knew
his face struck me different, this time
alone in the darkness
tangled bedsheets
warm breath and distant chimes
wide awake i was
my turntable was working
so our marriage plays
the song begins with us
dancing in the light of the moon ...
one mood lower than the last
propelled into the sky
euphoric again
my mind is like a record
softly turning in tune
i remembered the scratches
that distorted the sound
my flaws from within, perhaps even morbid
this i knew
his face struck me different, this time
alone in the darkness
tangled bedsheets
warm breath and distant chimes
wide awake i was
my turntable was working
so our marriage plays
the song begins with us
dancing in the light of the moon ...
#dark
#murder
#death
#bipolar
#evil
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myrajane72
Poem Published
25th Feb 2020 7:33am
25th Feb 2020 7:33am
The Rise and Fall
I look to inspire,
but feel nothing but desire
The longing for more
Continuously looking to pour,
All of myself into every activity
I can't hold back the creativity
It flows like a river
Enticing like a shiver
I cannot relate
For all of this is fake
My desire is harmful
I'm truly sorrowful
Mania is a swarm of inconsistencies
A ride filled with contingencies
All to prevent the inevitable fall
To hold my hand when I hit that wall
A come down like no other
For all it does is smother,
Away the...
but feel nothing but desire
The longing for more
Continuously looking to pour,
All of myself into every activity
I can't hold back the creativity
It flows like a river
Enticing like a shiver
I cannot relate
For all of this is fake
My desire is harmful
I'm truly sorrowful
Mania is a swarm of inconsistencies
A ride filled with contingencies
All to prevent the inevitable fall
To hold my hand when I hit that wall
A come down like no other
For all it does is smother,
Away the...
#bipolar
#MentalHealth
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Crazontheinside
Poem Published
17th Feb 2020 3:08am
17th Feb 2020 3:08am
Bi-Polar - Through the eyes of a complex Mind
Your a living performance trying out for a part, while inside you’re broken and falling apart. Mind is clouded with judgement...reality strikes. Lifes an emotional rollercoaster ride, your views are turning into shades of black and white.”
Daily struggles of pain, weakness a curse.
This is me, myself, and I.
Scars of pain, torture,...
Daily struggles of pain, weakness a curse.
This is me, myself, and I.
Scars of pain, torture,...
#LifeStruggles
#bipolar
#MentalHealth
#myself
#acceptance
120 reads
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Lagertha
Legertha
Legertha
Poem Published
15th Feb 2020 8:12pm
15th Feb 2020 8:12pm
YOU ARE ENOUGH
I sign in to DUP and start reading from some of the poet's who have reached their bottom, emotionally. The fragility of their words were painfully familiar.
It saddens me and I want to help.
We all should.
One thing we can all do is share our own battles out of the darkness and what worked for us.
We write poetry for our own reasons.
At one point or another in our lifetime, we have all been through something awful and have needed help.
Everyone has a different perspective of their value in this world. Some of us have no idea what our...
It saddens me and I want to help.
We all should.
One thing we can all do is share our own battles out of the darkness and what worked for us.
We write poetry for our own reasons.
At one point or another in our lifetime, we have all been through something awful and have needed help.
Everyone has a different perspective of their value in this world. Some of us have no idea what our...
#depression
#SelfHarm
#bipolar
#MentalHealth
#PTSD
144 reads
14 Comments
LilDragonFly
Poem Published
2nd Feb 2020 2:08pm
2nd Feb 2020 2:08pm
Tether Ball
Why is it
that I pick the right spot
the best place
for all to see
Who is truly me
tied to the pole
my solitary goal
to be batted around
The center of the stage
self imposed detention
relishing in be a mere
flaunted condiment
Letting others always
be the main course
screaming till I'm horse
pretty little pony girl
Hiding in plain sight
always trying to write
a full proof escape poem
so no one can follow...
that I pick the right spot
the best place
for all to see
Who is truly me
tied to the pole
my solitary goal
to be batted around
The center of the stage
self imposed detention
relishing in be a mere
flaunted condiment
Letting others always
be the main course
screaming till I'm horse
pretty little pony girl
Hiding in plain sight
always trying to write
a full proof escape poem
so no one can follow...
#bipolar
113 reads
20 Comments
lotuslover
Gypsy_Rose
Gypsy_Rose
Poem Published
19th Jan 2020 5:02am
19th Jan 2020 5:02am
Social Stigmas
All these random thoughts fighting for a space in my head~
Trying to assimilate and decipher what the voices have said.
Seems like these scattered illusions are planted by demons~
Determined to remain positive and sweeten life's tart lemons.
Expensive medications prescribed by unreliable physicians~
Never able to afford and obtain them to end up in precarious positions.
Manic delusions are the makings of unknown fantasy~
Keeping grasp of fate to build my eternal destiny.
Not going to allow my bipolar schizophrenia to define me~
Wanting and praying...
Trying to assimilate and decipher what the voices have said.
Seems like these scattered illusions are planted by demons~
Determined to remain positive and sweeten life's tart lemons.
Expensive medications prescribed by unreliable physicians~
Never able to afford and obtain them to end up in precarious positions.
Manic delusions are the makings of unknown fantasy~
Keeping grasp of fate to build my eternal destiny.
Not going to allow my bipolar schizophrenia to define me~
Wanting and praying...
#depression
#bipolar
#addiction
#MentalHealth
#PTSD
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Lothbrok
Poem Published
12th Jan 2020 9:31pm
12th Jan 2020 9:31pm
The Suicide King
Walking back into the yard
To a standing ovation now
The Suicide King
With the Thorns sticking out
Scars resembling lightning bolts
You can't fix my faults
with your happy to see you frown
I come from a town where guns
Became our friends
But words of victims shattered the ground
Swallowed whole.
I found happiness in the barrel of a colt.
To a standing ovation now
The Suicide King
With the Thorns sticking out
Scars resembling lightning bolts
You can't fix my faults
with your happy to see you frown
I come from a town where guns
Became our friends
But words of victims shattered the ground
Swallowed whole.
I found happiness in the barrel of a colt.
#anxiety
#depression
#SelfHarm
#bipolar
#MentalHealth
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heyycyanides
Poem Published
8th Jan 2020 2:59am
8th Jan 2020 2:59am
A spill to disengage to
No need to make a long list of fuck-ups and regrets,
for it will just look like everyone else’s.
It’s not like there’s a shortage of explanations.
Maybe you're right, only details matter:
what the flames felt like before you knew they were flames,
bits of the porous world,
and the words that made up your intimate code.
How have we gotten so snarled?
By the fourth day, the roses in the vase
are already experts at falling apart
but remember that they were experts even before,
while they were still connected to the dirt. ...
for it will just look like everyone else’s.
It’s not like there’s a shortage of explanations.
Maybe you're right, only details matter:
what the flames felt like before you knew they were flames,
bits of the porous world,
and the words that made up your intimate code.
How have we gotten so snarled?
By the fourth day, the roses in the vase
are already experts at falling apart
but remember that they were experts even before,
while they were still connected to the dirt. ...
#bipolar
#MentalHealth
#SelfReflection
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Queen_of_darkness
Poem Published
1st Jan 2020 4:21pm
1st Jan 2020 4:21pm
the smell of flesh, is the corrupted hearts
broken sunflowers
petals falling on the floor
hunger for death grows more and more
winter summers all the same
each water drop eventually breaks
fire eating the forest
eyes watching over it
no whispers at all about the blood covering the walls
dreams crashing down
reaching for lost feathers
taken by the wind
leaves wounds open
hunters sacrificing the dear's heart
villagers watching from afar
reaching for feathers make them fly further away
blood in the river stops the pain
petals falling on the floor
hunger for death grows more and more
winter summers all the same
each water drop eventually breaks
fire eating the forest
eyes watching over it
no whispers at all about the blood covering the walls
dreams crashing down
reaching for lost feathers
taken by the wind
leaves wounds open
hunters sacrificing the dear's heart
villagers watching from afar
reaching for feathers make them fly further away
blood in the river stops the pain
#depression
#death
#suicide
#bipolar
#MentalHealth
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Queen_of_darkness
Poem Published
16th Dec 2019 2:55am
16th Dec 2019 2:55am
Abuse. IF THE DEMONS ATE MY BRAIN
whips on my brain like scars on my back
a million slaves know the sound of that
eating at my soul as the scale calls me fat
screams burn my ears and my heartbeat race
as the demons in my head come out and look me in the face
danger in my mind but my eyes tell a lie
leave me with confusion and questioning why
darkness is entering the corners of my room
floods blood and fear into my soul
thoughts of the dead will make my mind their home
anxiety eating at the stomach so i threw up blood...
a million slaves know the sound of that
eating at my soul as the scale calls me fat
screams burn my ears and my heartbeat race
as the demons in my head come out and look me in the face
danger in my mind but my eyes tell a lie
leave me with confusion and questioning why
darkness is entering the corners of my room
floods blood and fear into my soul
thoughts of the dead will make my mind their home
anxiety eating at the stomach so i threw up blood...
#dark
#bipolar
#MentalHealth #PTSD
#MentalHealth #PTSD
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Hiraeth
Poem Published
4th Dec 2019 6:41am
4th Dec 2019 6:41am
Zombify Me
Abstract figures Haunt me
Between dark corners of my un-spotless mind
Cradled between the old version of myself and who I want to be
Decisions have never come
Easily for me
Flame like fevers and night sweats
Get heavier and heavier to carry
Heavy comes in different sizes and shapes
I am tired of doing it alone
Jumping out of my seat for anyone who temporarily makes me happy
Killing the pain will pills and alcohol
Lying to myself to get through the day
Making jokes to hide the tears
Nothing helps anymore, nothing helps...
Between dark corners of my un-spotless mind
Cradled between the old version of myself and who I want to be
Decisions have never come
Easily for me
Flame like fevers and night sweats
Get heavier and heavier to carry
Heavy comes in different sizes and shapes
I am tired of doing it alone
Jumping out of my seat for anyone who temporarily makes me happy
Killing the pain will pills and alcohol
Lying to myself to get through the day
Making jokes to hide the tears
Nothing helps anymore, nothing helps...
#anxiety
#bipolar
#insomnia
#addiction
#nightmares
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