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.
Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
18th Feb 2025 1:52am
18th Feb 2025 1:52am
I'm going through
It's me again the story teller of unspoken words ✍️ FOR what I want to talk about what makes some folks think, which makes no sense when some people's think what your going through in your own life. Really isn't what you're going through 🤔 yet to tell you that you are not going through what you say what you have in your own life. 😧 Let me remind you that you ain't me and I'm not you, 😔 going through the process of the stages that I have to face on a daily basis of life. For you tell me that you don't believe that I have cancer but yet I do, from prostate...
#addiction
#bipolar
#cancer
#depression
#MentalHealth
138 reads
2 Comments
Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
16th Feb 2025 5:24am
16th Feb 2025 5:24am
Step into someone else's shoes
It's true that through this life we all may someday, have to go through somethings, that happens unexpected in your own life. 🤔 That will you have you feeling like your back is up against the wall. 🧱 For it's life that will throw you a curve ball, and leaving behind the devastation of things to come, into our lives. For no matter what the situation will be whether it concerns, your health or your well being with the insanity of not knowing why is the happening to me. 😔 For it might be your fault for it can be hereditary like cancer, or some type of mental disorders...
#addiction
#bipolar
#cancer
#depression
#MentalHealth
126 reads
6 Comments
Ambjr
Poem Published
16th Feb 2025 00:56am
16th Feb 2025 00:56am
dance with the monster
I am the dark
that stretches across your soul
the voice that echos
in your hollow chest
doubt is my breath
fear is the beat of my heart
I am the surge that lifts you
to dizzyin heights
the wild laughter
that dances on your tongue
when the world bares its teeth
I am the cocoon of numbness
the abyss that awaits
ready to swallow you whole
shieldin you from the light of day
I am your oldest friend
your biggest champion
I am your enemy
your most debilitatin nightmare
the monster that keeps the monsters...
that stretches across your soul
the voice that echos
in your hollow chest
doubt is my breath
fear is the beat of my heart
I am the surge that lifts you
to dizzyin heights
the wild laughter
that dances on your tongue
when the world bares its teeth
I am the cocoon of numbness
the abyss that awaits
ready to swallow you whole
shieldin you from the light of day
I am your oldest friend
your biggest champion
I am your enemy
your most debilitatin nightmare
the monster that keeps the monsters...
#bipolar
#healing
#MentalHealth
142 reads
4 Comments
Ambjr
Poem Published
13th Feb 2025 2:24pm
13th Feb 2025 2:24pm
commitment issues
stairwell breathe concrete dust and regret
spiralin like my mood
up or down
dependin on the direction you’re goin
the steps know my weight by now
the drag
the heaviness
the purpose
third floor landin
where fluorescents stutter
I test the bottom rail with one foot
steel cold thru sole of my chucks
then ease myself up onto the edge
where certainty meets empty air
I pressed against the railin
metal singin into my palms
and I leaned into nothin
perfect negative space
shaped...
spiralin like my mood
up or down
dependin on the direction you’re goin
the steps know my weight by now
the drag
the heaviness
the purpose
third floor landin
where fluorescents stutter
I test the bottom rail with one foot
steel cold thru sole of my chucks
then ease myself up onto the edge
where certainty meets empty air
I pressed against the railin
metal singin into my palms
and I leaned into nothin
perfect negative space
shaped...
#bipolar
#confessional
#MentalHealth
120 reads
5 Comments
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
154 reads
2 Comments
Ambjr
Poem Published
10th Feb 2025 00:34am
10th Feb 2025 00:34am
blue pen trepanation
I drill blue holes into bone white silence
givin thoughts space to bleed
into the shadowed margins
of what I claim to be poetry
my skull splits…fractures spreadin
hemorrhagin pools of midnight ink
fillin cracks with poisoned secrets
that taste like bottom shelf salvation
the pen bores deeper than faith
thru layers of rot
where confession turns septic
in rivers of borrowed peace
lettin my demons leak out
thru ballpoint trepanation
with blue stained fingers
and scattered pages
givin thoughts space to bleed
into the shadowed margins
of what I claim to be poetry
my skull splits…fractures spreadin
hemorrhagin pools of midnight ink
fillin cracks with poisoned secrets
that taste like bottom shelf salvation
the pen bores deeper than faith
thru layers of rot
where confession turns septic
in rivers of borrowed peace
lettin my demons leak out
thru ballpoint trepanation
with blue stained fingers
and scattered pages
#addiction
#bipolar
#depression
110 reads
2 Comments
Ambjr
Poem Published
7th Feb 2025 11:55am
7th Feb 2025 11:55am
when the last note falls
when the music dies
at my fingertips
when these hands forget
their dance across ivory keys
when these pages
close their eyes to my confessions
and words turn to glass
caught in my throat
sharp as swallowed memories
of blackout nights
then take these hands
that know exactly which chords
unlock the darkness
take these ink stained fingers
wrapped round crumpled pages
of half finished verses
carved from bones of sleepless nights
etch them into cold stone
let them stand as proof
to all of the times I...
at my fingertips
when these hands forget
their dance across ivory keys
when these pages
close their eyes to my confessions
and words turn to glass
caught in my throat
sharp as swallowed memories
of blackout nights
then take these hands
that know exactly which chords
unlock the darkness
take these ink stained fingers
wrapped round crumpled pages
of half finished verses
carved from bones of sleepless nights
etch them into cold stone
let them stand as proof
to all of the times I...
#bipolar
#depression
#insomnia #music
#insomnia #music
151 reads
8 Comments
ChloesPoeticInk
Poem Published
6th Feb 2025 1:05pm
6th Feb 2025 1:05pm
29 Days
It’s been 29 days—
29 mornings where I wake up
without shame choking my breath,
without a hangover pressing against my skull
like a cruel reminder of failure.
But God, I miss it sometimes—
the numbness,
the soft erasure of everything
that hurt too much to carry.
It calls to me still,
a gentle voice with sharp teeth.
"Come back," it whispers.
"You know I’ll hold you better
than hope ever could."
And I almost believe it.
Almost.
Because there are nights
when...
29 mornings where I wake up
without shame choking my breath,
without a hangover pressing against my skull
like a cruel reminder of failure.
But God, I miss it sometimes—
the numbness,
the soft erasure of everything
that hurt too much to carry.
It calls to me still,
a gentle voice with sharp teeth.
"Come back," it whispers.
"You know I’ll hold you better
than hope ever could."
And I almost believe it.
Almost.
Because there are nights
when...
#addiction
#anxiety
#bipolar
#depression
#PTSD
94 reads
2 Comments
Ambjr
Poem Published
5th Feb 2025 9:15pm
5th Feb 2025 9:15pm
tempo rubato kinda life
my mind speaks in accidentals
sharp where it should be natural
flat when it needs to rise
most nights I swallowed stars
just so I could piss lightnin
and split the earth open
rushin toward dawn
I’ve birthed symphonies in dive bar shadows
bled fragments of masterpieces
into empty glasses
under the spotlight of neon signs
I’ve conducted electricity thru concrete
caused the world to vibrate in perfect pitch…
every thought
every idea
cuttin crescendos thru the air
I’ve descended into scales of minor keys ...
sharp where it should be natural
flat when it needs to rise
most nights I swallowed stars
just so I could piss lightnin
and split the earth open
rushin toward dawn
I’ve birthed symphonies in dive bar shadows
bled fragments of masterpieces
into empty glasses
under the spotlight of neon signs
I’ve conducted electricity thru concrete
caused the world to vibrate in perfect pitch…
every thought
every idea
cuttin crescendos thru the air
I’ve descended into scales of minor keys ...
#addiction
#alcohol
#bipolar
#healing
#MentalHealth
167 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
128 reads
9 Comments
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
123 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
205 reads
11 Comments
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