Long Poems About Bipolar
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Long poems about bipolar. 300 words or more, most recently published poems first.
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Ambjr
Poem Published
11th Feb 2025 00:43am
11th Feb 2025 00:43am
letter to the universe’s absentee father
dear god
this is the closest I’ve come to prayer since the bottles stopped bringin me to my knees. I don’t believe in you…and you don’t believe in me. but sometimes I find myself callin out to that abandoned throne. my cries echoin back at me in the emptiness of your absence. I tried to believe but they lost me when they said we are made in your image. seems bit backwards. you are made in our image. twisted. broken. selfish. cruel.
we are lot alike. you and i. how else do you explain floods and rainbows. plagues and manna. the violent jealousies. the need to be...
this is the closest I’ve come to prayer since the bottles stopped bringin me to my knees. I don’t believe in you…and you don’t believe in me. but sometimes I find myself callin out to that abandoned throne. my cries echoin back at me in the emptiness of your absence. I tried to believe but they lost me when they said we are made in your image. seems bit backwards. you are made in our image. twisted. broken. selfish. cruel.
we are lot alike. you and i. how else do you explain floods and rainbows. plagues and manna. the violent jealousies. the need to be...
#addiction
#anger
#bipolar
#faith
#God
92 reads
2 Comments
Ambjr
Poem Published
4th Feb 2025 11:56pm
4th Feb 2025 11:56pm
blood and ink/monster and poet
I remember what you did
in all those nameless bars
shakin…sweatin…
thru another blackout sunrise
remember how steady your hands were
pourin shots while she packed
while she walked out
and took the kids
but do you remember moonlight
and how it danced across broken glass
how you watched dawn paint gold
across your wreckage
felt the touch of sunlight
and how it could turn shame into resurrection?
I remember when
you’d trade one darkness for another
when you found new warm bodies
to numb the cold ...
in all those nameless bars
shakin…sweatin…
thru another blackout sunrise
remember how steady your hands were
pourin shots while she packed
while she walked out
and took the kids
but do you remember moonlight
and how it danced across broken glass
how you watched dawn paint gold
across your wreckage
felt the touch of sunlight
and how it could turn shame into resurrection?
I remember when
you’d trade one darkness for another
when you found new warm bodies
to numb the cold ...
#addiction
#alcohol
#bipolar
#healing
#PersonalGrowth
88 reads
9 Comments
Mars_August
Mars August
Mars August
Poem Published
22nd Dec 2024 1:37am
22nd Dec 2024 1:37am
Is This Thing On?
You have to be patient in love how about you just love yourself first new diets based on blood type death to the 1% there are drones no one cares rent is too high this is not sustainable the planet is going to boil us alive like frogs in a pot and we kind of deserve it there’s a convicted felon in the White House I guess it’s true that there are aliens but do they need work visas swipe left swipe right polyamorous still figuring things out intimacy with no commitment unicorn hunters getting paid biweekly is ass no one can see me why doesn’t anyone fucking see me there is metal in tampons we...
#anxiety
#bipolar
#corruption #fear
#corruption #fear
164 reads
5 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
3rd Oct 2024 9:59pm
3rd Oct 2024 9:59pm
The Incapable Peasant of OZ
There once was a pitiful Stalinist
whose brow was not sufficiently high
which let Democrats get him super pissed...
at pedos and Nazis and crows, oh my!
He was on the internet, all alone,
worried about some collectivist guy
who triggered him into a bitch and moan...
at pedos and Nazis and crows, oh my!
The skies grew dark with flying Trump-pan-zees
dressed up like Bonaparte drones in the sky
but having a hard time capping the knees...
of pedos and Nazis and crows, oh my!
They spent their money on...
whose brow was not sufficiently high
which let Democrats get him super pissed...
at pedos and Nazis and crows, oh my!
He was on the internet, all alone,
worried about some collectivist guy
who triggered him into a bitch and moan...
at pedos and Nazis and crows, oh my!
The skies grew dark with flying Trump-pan-zees
dressed up like Bonaparte drones in the sky
but having a hard time capping the knees...
of pedos and Nazis and crows, oh my!
They spent their money on...
#anxiety
#bipolar
#MentalHealth
#OCD
#unicorns
259 reads
10 Comments
PurrfectlyPoetic
Purr
Purr
Poem Published
11th Jun 2024 6:52pm
11th Jun 2024 6:52pm
Venting with a tired growl
#anxiety
#bipolar
#depression
#MentalHealth
#PTSD
129 reads
1 Comment
Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
8th Jun 2024 6:05am
8th Jun 2024 6:05am
bittersweet memories (Paula)
#bipolar
#dark
#ForbiddenLove
#MentalHealth
#UnrequitedLove
125 reads
2 Comments
HeWhoIsFractured
Poem Published
22nd May 2024 10:36pm
22nd May 2024 10:36pm
Depths
It hurts when you think you’re starting to be okay, and then the issues that caused the problem to begin with just springs up on you. It’s like, you’ve realized it, you’ve accepted it, and then wham. It’s a tidal wave that just washes over you and resonates in your brain. Strikes you down really hard really fast and you’re suddenly struggling all over again. You don’t want to feel it or think that way but sometimes it’s just totally out of control and unpredictable.
I can feel the sudden separation, it’s like being pulled backwards off your feet from where I’m standing. Initial...
I can feel the sudden separation, it’s like being pulled backwards off your feet from where I’m standing. Initial...
#bipolar
#depression
#friendship
#frustration
#MentalHealth
289 reads
2 Comments
toniscales
Lost Girl
Lost Girl
Poem Published
18th May 2024 9:58pm
18th May 2024 9:58pm
Pictures of Childhood Part 4
#abuse
#bipolar
#childhood
#depression
#memories
125 reads
2 Comments
HeWhoIsFractured
Poem Published
16th May 2024 2:56pm
16th May 2024 2:56pm
Silence
Starting to recover from this episode of Detachment. Although I use the word recover lightly. What I am dreading is when I start to readjust back to reality. But what if I just stayed detached? I don’t like how I am constructed psychologically. My thoughts operate on their own volition, flooding me with either multiple subjects or it fixates on a singular point in my memory. It affects many aspects of my life. Professionally, socially, interpersonally. I can be a burden for people who want to be close to me, that’s probably what stings the most.
Doesn’t feel like this will last...
Doesn’t feel like this will last...
#acceptance
#bipolar
#depression
#MentalHealth
#shame
196 reads
0 Comments
HeWhoIsFractured
Poem Published
14th May 2024 3:05pm
14th May 2024 3:05pm
Emotional Recovery #1 - Progress
I am dissociative. It comes from my Bipolar disorder, anxiety, and what I believe to be some sort of trauma from my previous relationship. It lasted right at a year, we lived together for the majority of it. I was the primary provider for financial stability, household organization and cleanliness (including her), emotional support, and overall relationship security and progression through difficult times. I willingly put myself into that relationship and situation, believing it was the perfect opportunity to a) get laid and b) get into a relationship; within a month after dating, I can also...
#anxiety
#bipolar
#depression
#healing
#MentalHealth
149 reads
0 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
23rd Apr 2024 2:45am
23rd Apr 2024 2:45am
Honoring Your Inner Divine Temple
The difference between a wise woman and a foolish woman, the wise woman will always build her foundation on brick, it is the value of her worth.
That beautiful abode where she reigns.
She will be the organic nurturer unto Mother Nature, the Healer, and the arbitrator between her seeds that bears the reflective image of her intellect.
The spiritual alliance between man and his deity, to give his mind that third eye, the gateways to his divine awakening, as she propels that pilgrimage, where in his quest to seek higher vibration, she never loses sight of her...
That beautiful abode where she reigns.
She will be the organic nurturer unto Mother Nature, the Healer, and the arbitrator between her seeds that bears the reflective image of her intellect.
The spiritual alliance between man and his deity, to give his mind that third eye, the gateways to his divine awakening, as she propels that pilgrimage, where in his quest to seek higher vibration, she never loses sight of her...
#bipolar
#MentalHealth
300 reads
2 Comments
frankiefearless
frankieeeee
frankieeeee
Poem Published
15th Mar 2024 7:46am
15th Mar 2024 7:46am
Introducing; The Golden Age of the Gallantly Goated Gamer Guitarist
bipolar,
name thy enemy.
highs, lows, and in-betweens,
patterns, cycles, what does it all mean?
he is your foundation and origin story,
he translates your mainframe to my motherboard.
he's the server of your soul,
and the cycles of your circuitry.
your voice can be heard in the music...
name thy enemy.
highs, lows, and in-betweens,
patterns, cycles, what does it all mean?
he is your foundation and origin story,
he translates your mainframe to my motherboard.
he's the server of your soul,
and the cycles of your circuitry.
your voice can be heard in the music...
#love
#hope
#inspirational
#bipolar
#MentalHealth
280 reads
0 Comments
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