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.
gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
Poem Published
7th Dec 2024 4:04pm
7th Dec 2024 4:04pm
Sleep
When I’m depressed I go to sleep.
It does me well for awake I’m quiet anyway.
Psychosis is so beautiful yet so terrible.
I don’t ever want to wake up again.
Because whenever I’m awake
Psychosis pulls me into darkness.
So, I go to sleep! Where beauty and darkness
mold into dreamy realities and serenity.
Sleep!
It does me well for awake I’m quiet anyway.
Psychosis is so beautiful yet so terrible.
I don’t ever want to wake up again.
Because whenever I’m awake
Psychosis pulls me into darkness.
So, I go to sleep! Where beauty and darkness
mold into dreamy realities and serenity.
Sleep!
#bipolar
#dark
#depression
#dreams
#MentalHealth
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4 Comments
LunaGreyhawk
Jenn_Leigh
Jenn_Leigh
Poem Published
27th Nov 2024 2:10pm
27th Nov 2024 2:10pm
Ten Thousand Things Alive
I am ten thousand things alive
hiding from impending death,
my labels carefully folded
inside one cracked vessel;
I am filled to bursting
with classifications
and characteristics,
each gifted to me
every new season
by the woefully color-blind
or deliberately misinformed;
I am ten thousand things alive
but you see only
a small dead-man few;
those who seek
the truth in whole need only
shake my contents together
and pour them into a glass,
then drink me down,
reveling in my...
hiding from impending death,
my labels carefully folded
inside one cracked vessel;
I am filled to bursting
with classifications
and characteristics,
each gifted to me
every new season
by the woefully color-blind
or deliberately misinformed;
I am ten thousand things alive
but you see only
a small dead-man few;
those who seek
the truth in whole need only
shake my contents together
and pour them into a glass,
then drink me down,
reveling in my...
#bipolar
#LifeCycle
161 reads
5 Comments
LunaGreyhawk
Jenn_Leigh
Jenn_Leigh
Poem Published
24th Nov 2024 9:25pm
24th Nov 2024 9:25pm
Random Manic Journal Entry, 5 Days In
Deal with it, because I feel ok
in my own skin for the first time,
maybe ever.
And I’ve had to fight demons
the size of identity-shaping dragons,
and swallow hereditary shame
to get here. Still shrinking
at the idea that you’ll all think
I want your attention. Crave it
in some unhealthy way.
Well.
Fuck what you think, anyway.
I mean really.
Fuck it and…fuck you
for trying to harsh my mellow today.
It has to be said sometimes. Seriously.
I’m crumbling architecture,
worn by...
in my own skin for the first time,
maybe ever.
And I’ve had to fight demons
the size of identity-shaping dragons,
and swallow hereditary shame
to get here. Still shrinking
at the idea that you’ll all think
I want your attention. Crave it
in some unhealthy way.
Well.
Fuck what you think, anyway.
I mean really.
Fuck it and…fuck you
for trying to harsh my mellow today.
It has to be said sometimes. Seriously.
I’m crumbling architecture,
worn by...
#bipolar
#MentalHealth
159 reads
5 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
10th Oct 2024 1:14pm
10th Oct 2024 1:14pm
after the novel
After the novel
The elderly gent next door drinks a few beers
before going to bed, to fall asleep quickly and
avoid unwanted dreams
We can say his dreams are a myriad of chaos
of thoughts ducking up like mushrooms
after rain
A rhapsody of life lived, a colored tapestry
lightening up the dreamless, who, in utter
despair, no, no, this can't be true
You are mixing up your life with books you
have read and made the content a part of the
truth, to give you strength to meet the day
and not fall into apathy playing poker...
The elderly gent next door drinks a few beers
before going to bed, to fall asleep quickly and
avoid unwanted dreams
We can say his dreams are a myriad of chaos
of thoughts ducking up like mushrooms
after rain
A rhapsody of life lived, a colored tapestry
lightening up the dreamless, who, in utter
despair, no, no, this can't be true
You are mixing up your life with books you
have read and made the content a part of the
truth, to give you strength to meet the day
and not fall into apathy playing poker...
#addiction
#anxiety
#apathy #bipolar
#apathy #bipolar
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I_was_rare_once
RareFaction
RareFaction
Poem Published
10th Oct 2024 5:21am
10th Oct 2024 5:21am
Goodbye again
Goodbye again.
Things we seek aren't what they seem.
Happiness in August.
Colors in September.
Void...
Black and grey back and forth day after soulless day.
Did you really think this cycle was different?
Oh, dont be so difficult mark.
Cast down into forbidden memories and moments;
Colors and splashes and patches from bruises.
Wonder yesterday.
Pain today.
Empty tomorrow by filling this moment.
The blade, the matches, I don't play with fire.
Escape the world by tempting fate.
Do you wish for karma to come out and play? ...
Things we seek aren't what they seem.
Happiness in August.
Colors in September.
Void...
Black and grey back and forth day after soulless day.
Did you really think this cycle was different?
Oh, dont be so difficult mark.
Cast down into forbidden memories and moments;
Colors and splashes and patches from bruises.
Wonder yesterday.
Pain today.
Empty tomorrow by filling this moment.
The blade, the matches, I don't play with fire.
Escape the world by tempting fate.
Do you wish for karma to come out and play? ...
#bipolar
#identity
#SelfReflection
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0 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
gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
Poem Published
23rd Sep 2024 5:58pm
23rd Sep 2024 5:58pm
Torrents of Hallucinations
I am merely a black silhouette in the room.
Something plagued by the dreaded psychosis.
I am a burnt out shell of my summery youthful self.
Every moment has a wintry hallucination -
flurries of racing thoughts rage in the gales within.
Formless voices cascading into my ears!
Flooding with intensity, once a trickle into my mind,
This spate of external stimuli - this succession -
this outpouring from the nothingness that is the air - a rushing stream of the imagined!
This frequent dejection, caused by
the swirling of negative...
Something plagued by the dreaded psychosis.
I am a burnt out shell of my summery youthful self.
Every moment has a wintry hallucination -
flurries of racing thoughts rage in the gales within.
Formless voices cascading into my ears!
Flooding with intensity, once a trickle into my mind,
This spate of external stimuli - this succession -
this outpouring from the nothingness that is the air - a rushing stream of the imagined!
This frequent dejection, caused by
the swirling of negative...
#bipolar
#dark
#depression
#MentalHealth
#PTSD
241 reads
9 Comments
mel44
Poem Published
22nd Sep 2024 12:14pm
22nd Sep 2024 12:14pm
Torrents of Insanity
Restless, unsettled preoccupation
manic, unstable ideation
pervasive thoughts for protection
maladapted process of intellection
Ill equipped to manage bracing
obsessive thinking, frantic pacing
no relief, comfort chasing
cannot cease the endless racing
Darkness envelopes, neurosis and anxiety
trembling, unsteady, unable to see
afflicted and condemned by society
mind fractured in torrents of insanity
manic, unstable ideation
pervasive thoughts for protection
maladapted process of intellection
Ill equipped to manage bracing
obsessive thinking, frantic pacing
no relief, comfort chasing
cannot cease the endless racing
Darkness envelopes, neurosis and anxiety
trembling, unsteady, unable to see
afflicted and condemned by society
mind fractured in torrents of insanity
#bipolar
#MentalHealth
148 reads
11 Comments
Everavalon
Poem Published
1st Sep 2024 2:12pm
1st Sep 2024 2:12pm
Griming the sane
Ample desire
perusing the fire
With psychosis griming the sane
Images spent
Will never relent
We’re the tempest devoid of the rain
Nonsensical drive
In what keeps me alive
My pain, simply masked with a grin
Yesterday’s fraught
With the things I have bought
Mania: a fantastical sin
We’re up; we are down
We are longing to drown
Ideation has sampled thy visions
Plagued with ill-thought
Alive while we rot
No sutures to close my incisions
perusing the fire
With psychosis griming the sane
Images spent
Will never relent
We’re the tempest devoid of the rain
Nonsensical drive
In what keeps me alive
My pain, simply masked with a grin
Yesterday’s fraught
With the things I have bought
Mania: a fantastical sin
We’re up; we are down
We are longing to drown
Ideation has sampled thy visions
Plagued with ill-thought
Alive while we rot
No sutures to close my incisions
#bipolar
185 reads
4 Comments
Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
1st Sep 2024 9:07am
1st Sep 2024 9:07am
THE DARK SIDE
What does it mean to be trapped, inside a world 🌎 that you have no idea how you got there? Within this very space that is unfamiliar to you. YET there you are trapped, into this very remote world of nothing but darkness. 🤔 I know I haven't spoken on this subject in awhile, but I felt it very necessary to put it in it's right prospective. Maybe shine
some light on this message of mental health, which affects some of us in different ways. For sure there are those of us who suffer, just trying to make sense of it 😔 when we have good days and bad nights. Yet still...
some light on this message of mental health, which affects some of us in different ways. For sure there are those of us who suffer, just trying to make sense of it 😔 when we have good days and bad nights. Yet still...
#addiction
#anxiety
#bipolar
#depression
#illness
243 reads
6 Comments
gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
Poem Published
31st Aug 2024 6:06pm
31st Aug 2024 6:06pm
This Path of Uncertainty
I know this path…
This is a path I’ve walked before…
It’s a dark one with an indeterminate end.
Me, myself and I think there are some things that are just kept better quiet.
I don’t want to be quiet anymore.
I want to leave this arctic realm of realism, lower my foot into the warm bath water
of surrealism, and be home!
Here in reality, I am no one.
There in surrealism, I am someone.
I’ll raise my hand to the glass
and the figure in the reflection follows.
Then we join palms,
then a ripple in the glass.
All I...
This is a path I’ve walked before…
It’s a dark one with an indeterminate end.
Me, myself and I think there are some things that are just kept better quiet.
I don’t want to be quiet anymore.
I want to leave this arctic realm of realism, lower my foot into the warm bath water
of surrealism, and be home!
Here in reality, I am no one.
There in surrealism, I am someone.
I’ll raise my hand to the glass
and the figure in the reflection follows.
Then we join palms,
then a ripple in the glass.
All I...
#anxiety
#bipolar
#MentalHealth
#nightmares
#OCD
181 reads
1 Comment
gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
Poem Published
12th Aug 2024 6:16pm
12th Aug 2024 6:16pm
Moonless Bliss
That moonless abyss of your soul,
a blackness which feels everlasting.
A dark soul indeed, with supernovas for eyes -
oh, moonless bliss of mine!
I've fallen in love with the unknown!
The deeper I delve into your darkness,
where summery light never penetrates,
I've fallen for your moonless soul!
a blackness which feels everlasting.
A dark soul indeed, with supernovas for eyes -
oh, moonless bliss of mine!
I've fallen in love with the unknown!
The deeper I delve into your darkness,
where summery light never penetrates,
I've fallen for your moonless soul!
#bipolar
#dark
#love
#MentalHealth
#relationships
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3 Comments
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