Long Poems About Bipolar
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David_Macleod
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14397816
Poem Published
25th May 2020 10:54pm
25th May 2020 10:54pm
Oooopsy
#sadness
#depression
#SelfHarm
#bipolar
#despair
851 reads
7 Comments
crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
12th May 2020 3:12am
12th May 2020 3:12am
a journey into the dark
I don't know if you felt me slip away
so deep into the darkness, you couldn't follow
my mind snapped...
I had a complete break from reality
the anxiety level in me build
and I hallucinated devils
I rant at them in writing
scream at them through poetry
I hid here...
I was in hiding...my family would find out
shhh don't tell she's gone crazy
I was straight rotgut
as bare-bones as I could get...vulnerable
I was hearing voices but they were all too real
it was terrifying
the energy in me...
so deep into the darkness, you couldn't follow
my mind snapped...
I had a complete break from reality
the anxiety level in me build
and I hallucinated devils
I rant at them in writing
scream at them through poetry
I hid here...
I was in hiding...my family would find out
shhh don't tell she's gone crazy
I was straight rotgut
as bare-bones as I could get...vulnerable
I was hearing voices but they were all too real
it was terrifying
the energy in me...
#dark
#bipolar
#MentalHealth
694 reads
11 Comments
_BlakeNeedsABreak_
Blake
Blake
Poem Published
4th May 2020 5:20pm
4th May 2020 5:20pm
My Special Perspective
#anxiety
#depression
#SelfHarm
#bipolar
#MentalHealth
485 reads
5 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
12th Apr 2020 6:12am
12th Apr 2020 6:12am
Summer of My Vagabond Vixen
Summer of My Vagabond Vixen
Life in a group home for the unrepentantly mentally ill is mostly hard work but has its rewards. We take turns cooking for the entire household. Every resident has to mop, sweep, and mow the lawn in the swelter of summer. But one day I get a surprise which breathes life into my sojourn there.
The headmistress of our home for the divinely touched summons me to her office. There, before my eyes, is a young lady dressed too casually to be staff who is all too familiar to me. Ms. Kate says, “John, this is Rowena. She is homeless. The police...
Life in a group home for the unrepentantly mentally ill is mostly hard work but has its rewards. We take turns cooking for the entire household. Every resident has to mop, sweep, and mow the lawn in the swelter of summer. But one day I get a surprise which breathes life into my sojourn there.
The headmistress of our home for the divinely touched summons me to her office. There, before my eyes, is a young lady dressed too casually to be staff who is all too familiar to me. Ms. Kate says, “John, this is Rowena. She is homeless. The police...
#love
#romantic
#erotic
#bipolar
#music
576 reads
2 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
30th Mar 2020 8:55am
30th Mar 2020 8:55am
Bipolar Muse
Bipolar Muse
Doug says, “Ro, you’d make a hotsy Go-Go Girl. I would attend your shows and give you generous tips.”
Rowena replies. “Would those gratuities be like giving me an allowance? I am your wife, not your call girl. Getting paid by you for gratification sounds sick.”
Doug says, “You are taking it all wrong. This is just a way to spice up our bedroom life. You could just dance for me at home. I just thought you getting down at a club would add to your excitement.”
Rowena replies, “Are you kidding me, having seedy guys drooling over me is a...
Doug says, “Ro, you’d make a hotsy Go-Go Girl. I would attend your shows and give you generous tips.”
Rowena replies. “Would those gratuities be like giving me an allowance? I am your wife, not your call girl. Getting paid by you for gratification sounds sick.”
Doug says, “You are taking it all wrong. This is just a way to spice up our bedroom life. You could just dance for me at home. I just thought you getting down at a club would add to your excitement.”
Rowena replies, “Are you kidding me, having seedy guys drooling over me is a...
#happiness
#marriage
#bipolar #zombies
#bipolar #zombies
475 reads
4 Comments
Crazontheinside
Poem Published
17th Feb 2020 3:08am
17th Feb 2020 3:08am
Bi-Polar - Through the eyes of a complex Mind
Update* Thank You Candor for helping me with this in the critique forum. Very appreciated. Thank you everyone else for the help aswell truly I am very grateful.
You're a living performance trying out for a part, while inside you're broken and falling apart.
Mind is clouded with judgement-reality strikes.
Life's an emotional rollercoaster ride: your views morph to shades of black and white.
Daily struggles of pain, weakness a curse.
This is me, myself, and I.
Scars of pain, torture, neglect,
have given me this complex mind.
As...
You're a living performance trying out for a part, while inside you're broken and falling apart.
Mind is clouded with judgement-reality strikes.
Life's an emotional rollercoaster ride: your views morph to shades of black and white.
Daily struggles of pain, weakness a curse.
This is me, myself, and I.
Scars of pain, torture, neglect,
have given me this complex mind.
As...
#LifeStruggles
#bipolar
#MentalHealth
#myself
#acceptance
1258 reads
9 Comments
Lagertha
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
706 reads
16 Comments
PeaceTreatyeceiP
SsalCashh
SsalCashh
Poem Published
11th Nov 2019 4:33am
11th Nov 2019 4:33am
PatientLeaf Waiving
PatientLy Waiting
Sipping on this earl grey I come to an epiphany
Were you really meant for me?
Were you meant for me or just one of those leaves on my tree I Asxylum (asylum/xylum)
Gave you a sense of a new taste of living without intervention
Faulty of me cause those doors I decided to pry em
Such a beautiful leaf with bipolar symmetry, which were your true intentions?
Veins filled with words you fed me you knew how to Phloem (/flow em)
Yet you kept your guards cause this isn't the conditions you tend to grow in
You're used to the...
Sipping on this earl grey I come to an epiphany
Were you really meant for me?
Were you meant for me or just one of those leaves on my tree I Asxylum (asylum/xylum)
Gave you a sense of a new taste of living without intervention
Faulty of me cause those doors I decided to pry em
Such a beautiful leaf with bipolar symmetry, which were your true intentions?
Veins filled with words you fed me you knew how to Phloem (/flow em)
Yet you kept your guards cause this isn't the conditions you tend to grow in
You're used to the...
#betrayal
#bipolar
#trees
#patience
#frustration
610 reads
2 Comments
kalimiller
Poem Published
31st Oct 2019 4:36am
31st Oct 2019 4:36am
Chemicals
ve got these chemicals inside my brain and they’re doing some funny things.
They keep me laughing on my best days and they make sure I forget my rain coat during the bad times.
I’m not sure you know what I mean when I say I’m not a meteorologist. I just never know when it’s going to storm or if I’m going to need the shades. You feel me?
I’m always guessing and checking, but not like that 8th grade algebra class, I’m just trying to make it.
But the people around me, they think I’ve got it made. The thing is I’m just getting through the day. I work...
They keep me laughing on my best days and they make sure I forget my rain coat during the bad times.
I’m not sure you know what I mean when I say I’m not a meteorologist. I just never know when it’s going to storm or if I’m going to need the shades. You feel me?
I’m always guessing and checking, but not like that 8th grade algebra class, I’m just trying to make it.
But the people around me, they think I’ve got it made. The thing is I’m just getting through the day. I work...
#bipolar
#MentalHealth
752 reads
1 Comment
Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
26th Sep 2019 10:52pm
26th Sep 2019 10:52pm
BEHIND THE MASK
Have you ever encounter someone that seems mentally stable that they got it all together but yet beneath the surface of there mind and heart and soul, lays a deeper dark secret that they are afraid to share with the world that would shock you to your very soul, for we all suffer from some kind of an disorder of some kind or another whether its mentally or emotional till we feel afraid to tell anyone or show anyone who and what we are in real life.
...
...
#depression
#bipolar
#OCD
#PTSD
#Autism
696 reads
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
522 reads
6 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
31st Aug 2019 8:36am
31st Aug 2019 8:36am
Summer of My Vagabond Vixen
#sex
#erotic
#bipolar
#MentalHealth
#sensual
573 reads
4 Comments
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