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.
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
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Ambjr
Poem Published
4th Feb 2025 11:26pm
4th Feb 2025 11:26pm
follow me into the storm
the wind speaks of lettin go
in the language of the broken
promisin to scatter these bones
like the last notes of a storm
fadin into thunder
mother nature opens her arms
in a way that my mother never did
offerin shelter in the chaos
peace in the destruction
rest in her wild heart
each breath a step closer
to the quiet center
where stars hang too low
and the moon splits the clouds
where the sky bleeds into the horizon
and lightnin makes promises
that the rain never intended to keep
where darkness drifts in ...
in the language of the broken
promisin to scatter these bones
like the last notes of a storm
fadin into thunder
mother nature opens her arms
in a way that my mother never did
offerin shelter in the chaos
peace in the destruction
rest in her wild heart
each breath a step closer
to the quiet center
where stars hang too low
and the moon splits the clouds
where the sky bleeds into the horizon
and lightnin makes promises
that the rain never intended to keep
where darkness drifts in ...
#bipolar
#depression
#shadows
83 reads
5 Comments
LunaGreyhawk
Jenn_Leigh
Jenn_Leigh
Poem Published
2nd Feb 2025 5:49am
2nd Feb 2025 5:49am
Random Journal Entry: Mania, Day 34
I feel savage; lonely
in my bubble of mania;
I can’t focus on you,
Or you,
Or me, or them;
I’ll shatter if I do, so it’s
head down, one foot
tripping the other;
yet I manage to land upright
…for now
I’m holding for now
my true self rejoices
at having been set free;
I had no choice
but to take the drugs
that forced her out;
she was ripping my insides
to shreds, crying herself to sleep
in a bed she made;
procrastination is a death dealer;
coming to steal away
whatever you...
in my bubble of mania;
I can’t focus on you,
Or you,
Or me, or them;
I’ll shatter if I do, so it’s
head down, one foot
tripping the other;
yet I manage to land upright
…for now
I’m holding for now
my true self rejoices
at having been set free;
I had no choice
but to take the drugs
that forced her out;
she was ripping my insides
to shreds, crying herself to sleep
in a bed she made;
procrastination is a death dealer;
coming to steal away
whatever you...
#bipolar
#LifeCycle
#MentalHealth
#PersonalGrowth
#SelfDiscovery
153 reads
11 Comments
Juliet_Disguised
JaneDoe
JaneDoe
Poem Published
21st Jan 2025 4:53am
21st Jan 2025 4:53am
Manic nights
Manic nights are the absolute worst up all night tired all day brain is racing racing racing with no clear thought to display. Spending all my money until my money is all gone. Feeling guilty always for the things that I’ve done wrong. Manic nights are the worst no sleep for me you see, stuck all night laying in bed while my husband gently sleeps. Manic nights are the worst but better than depression. At least I have a desire to live instead of suicidal sessions. I guess I should be greatful I’m still alive and able to say that manic nights are the worst when I’m up all night and tired all day
#bipolar
#MentalHealth
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0 Comments
Paulajobi
Paula Jobi
Paula Jobi
Poem Published
4th Jan 2025 5:00am
4th Jan 2025 5:00am
While you f**k me...
#anger
#bipolar
#hate
#love
#sex
208 reads
8 Comments
Kaden_Malis
Kaden Malis
Kaden Malis
Poem Published
29th Dec 2024 4:37am
29th Dec 2024 4:37am
Alone
I wake up alone
Drink my coffee and bourbon
Next to the foggy window
As the cold rain loosens and breaks
Every leaf still left clinging to life
Before they're pushed to the ground
I go out alone
Thinking about the note you left
That day you went away because of
My distance, despair and depression
Saying you needed more to life
Than a series of highs and lows from a
Never ending roller-coaster ride
And the chilling rain continued
I come home alone
Drink my bourbon and coffee
With a little more...
Drink my coffee and bourbon
Next to the foggy window
As the cold rain loosens and breaks
Every leaf still left clinging to life
Before they're pushed to the ground
I go out alone
Thinking about the note you left
That day you went away because of
My distance, despair and depression
Saying you needed more to life
Than a series of highs and lows from a
Never ending roller-coaster ride
And the chilling rain continued
I come home alone
Drink my bourbon and coffee
With a little more...
#addiction
#anxiety
#bipolar
#depression
#MentalHealth
76 reads
5 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
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5 Comments
LunaGreyhawk
Jenn_Leigh
Jenn_Leigh
Poem Published
16th Dec 2024 1:55am
16th Dec 2024 1:55am
Limerence
i. infatuation
silver rings on masculine,
slender fingers ~
expertly rolled blunts
between index and middle;
sweatpants, the nice material;
you know what you’re doing,
and you know
how I’m going to respond;
you’re counting on it
ii. crystallization
guttural groanings, soft sighs
follow me home, in the shadows,
long after you’ve kissed my cheek
and pointed me toward the door ~
sometimes shutting it mid-goodbye;
still, my desire burns, unchecked
for...
silver rings on masculine,
slender fingers ~
expertly rolled blunts
between index and middle;
sweatpants, the nice material;
you know what you’re doing,
and you know
how I’m going to respond;
you’re counting on it
ii. crystallization
guttural groanings, soft sighs
follow me home, in the shadows,
long after you’ve kissed my cheek
and pointed me toward the door ~
sometimes shutting it mid-goodbye;
still, my desire burns, unchecked
for...
#bipolar
#MentalHealth
118 reads
4 Comments
wallyroo92
Bumped 11th Dec 2024 5:54am
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
818 reads
8 Comments
LunaGreyhawk
Jenn_Leigh
Jenn_Leigh
Poem Published
11th Dec 2024 4:21am
11th Dec 2024 4:21am
Dichotomy of an Episode - Savage Comfort
i. dissociation is self-care
if you play down here
in this darkness,
you’ll shiver in the bitter cold
but at least feel safe at last
from the kind of hope and wonder
that does you in every time,
protected from the well-intentioned
who try, with their platitudes
and half-hearted well-wishing,
to drag you out of this place
kicking and screaming
ii. compulsions are a bitch
if you stay long enough,
a savage comfort grows;
planted in the rocky soil,
where shadows have names
and...
if you play down here
in this darkness,
you’ll shiver in the bitter cold
but at least feel safe at last
from the kind of hope and wonder
that does you in every time,
protected from the well-intentioned
who try, with their platitudes
and half-hearted well-wishing,
to drag you out of this place
kicking and screaming
ii. compulsions are a bitch
if you stay long enough,
a savage comfort grows;
planted in the rocky soil,
where shadows have names
and...
#bipolar
#MentalHealth
138 reads
4 Comments
LunaGreyhawk
Jenn_Leigh
Jenn_Leigh
Poem Published
9th Dec 2024 2:37am
9th Dec 2024 2:37am
Checking In
You came by unannounced,
finding my doorway dark.
You knocked, anyway ~
loudly
and repeatedly,
until I had no choice
but to let you in.
You tell me I look tired ~
am I getting enough sleep?
You don’t wait for an answer,
which is just as well;
I don’t have the one you want.
You definitely don’t want to hear
about the nights I’m laying awake
thinking of all the ways there are
to disappear and be forgotten.
Your animated voice
bounces nervously on...
finding my doorway dark.
You knocked, anyway ~
loudly
and repeatedly,
until I had no choice
but to let you in.
You tell me I look tired ~
am I getting enough sleep?
You don’t wait for an answer,
which is just as well;
I don’t have the one you want.
You definitely don’t want to hear
about the nights I’m laying awake
thinking of all the ways there are
to disappear and be forgotten.
Your animated voice
bounces nervously on...
#bipolar
#confessional
#MentalHealth
165 reads
9 Comments
Mars_August
Mars August
Mars August
Poem Published
7th Dec 2024 4:57pm
7th Dec 2024 4:57pm
At the Peak
I sometimes get headaches and
they will last for days.
Marble solid fingers of angry statues
press downward and back on
my temple, rigid thumbs push against
the base of my skull,
the pads of them anchored
to the soft tissue.
I think it might be
a relief for the same hands
to split my head, let it succumb
to the twisting,
smattering its contents in every
direction.
Let it be Vesuvius at last
And leave an avant-garde
showcase in its wake.
they will last for days.
Marble solid fingers of angry statues
press downward and back on
my temple, rigid thumbs push against
the base of my skull,
the pads of them anchored
to the soft tissue.
I think it might be
a relief for the same hands
to split my head, let it succumb
to the twisting,
smattering its contents in every
direction.
Let it be Vesuvius at last
And leave an avant-garde
showcase in its wake.
#bipolar
#illness
#MentalHealth
132 reads
6 Comments
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