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
8th Jun 2024 00:57am
8th Jun 2024 00:57am
Remembering To Forget
As I remember, I learn to forget
the buoyant memories that linger.
When I am foundering, I resurface,
only to drown in the world’s stigma.
As masking as the calm, glassy sheet
segregating this pond of thought is,
this curtain between dreams
and the world has parted.
Into the secrets of my abyss,
a home I hold with sacredness,
the world’s stigma follows me
in hallucinatory laughter.
the buoyant memories that linger.
When I am foundering, I resurface,
only to drown in the world’s stigma.
As masking as the calm, glassy sheet
segregating this pond of thought is,
this curtain between dreams
and the world has parted.
Into the secrets of my abyss,
a home I hold with sacredness,
the world’s stigma follows me
in hallucinatory laughter.
#bipolar
#dark
#depression
#MentalHealth
#sadness
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gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
Poem Published
5th Jun 2024 8:13am
5th Jun 2024 8:13am
Traumatically Windblown
Psychosis carried in the gales,
for I am surely windblown,
windward from my own psyche,
where boundaries of reality have eroded.
With concealed hands,
a nonvisual hallucination caresses
the encasement of my soul,
provoking verbal responses.
Nothingness which wreathes around me,
a curve in a state of nonexistence
meandering around my body.
The compass of my soul spins.
Following the scent of nothing,
I steer into my own deception -
into an opaque fog,
distorting my perception.
Blind...
for I am surely windblown,
windward from my own psyche,
where boundaries of reality have eroded.
With concealed hands,
a nonvisual hallucination caresses
the encasement of my soul,
provoking verbal responses.
Nothingness which wreathes around me,
a curve in a state of nonexistence
meandering around my body.
The compass of my soul spins.
Following the scent of nothing,
I steer into my own deception -
into an opaque fog,
distorting my perception.
Blind...
#bipolar
#depression
#MentalHealth
#sadness
#surreal
315 reads
8 Comments
toniscales
Lost Girl
Lost Girl
Poem Published
3rd Jun 2024 6:31am
3rd Jun 2024 6:31am
Broken
In the movie,
the villain says
the broken are the beautiful.
I was born broken,
at least, I don't remember being
anything but
--damaged, missing parts
that all the others
seemed to have.
Always saying the wrong thing,
doing the wrong thing,
committing the unforgivable sins
of overwhelming intensity
and feeling too much.
But it's quiet tonight.
The dog chews on her bone
beside me on the bed.
I'm completely alone,
but strangely,
it doesn't hurt
to be...
the villain says
the broken are the beautiful.
I was born broken,
at least, I don't remember being
anything but
--damaged, missing parts
that all the others
seemed to have.
Always saying the wrong thing,
doing the wrong thing,
committing the unforgivable sins
of overwhelming intensity
and feeling too much.
But it's quiet tonight.
The dog chews on her bone
beside me on the bed.
I'm completely alone,
but strangely,
it doesn't hurt
to be...
#bipolar
#depression
#loneliness
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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
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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
126 reads
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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
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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
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toniscales
Lost Girl
Lost Girl
Poem Published
9th May 2024 2:03am
9th May 2024 2:03am
Writing a Poem on My Phone
6 am. Clouds
swallow the sun, the room
floods in darkness.
I will have the best day
I am capable of.
Yesterday
I shook and
sobbed my grief, then
went about my day.
The morning is a medicated haze.
Pain still pokes its head
through the fog.
I scratch a sore
and make it bleed,
remember the flashing red spots
of the ambulance,
the darkly chalky taste
of charcoal.
I can't cover up the holes
that lead to the sight
of bone and marrow.
...
swallow the sun, the room
floods in darkness.
I will have the best day
I am capable of.
Yesterday
I shook and
sobbed my grief, then
went about my day.
The morning is a medicated haze.
Pain still pokes its head
through the fog.
I scratch a sore
and make it bleed,
remember the flashing red spots
of the ambulance,
the darkly chalky taste
of charcoal.
I can't cover up the holes
that lead to the sight
of bone and marrow.
...
#bipolar
#depression
#sadness #suicide
#sadness #suicide
351 reads
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LunaGreyhawk
Jenn_Leigh
Jenn_Leigh
Poem Published
6th May 2024 2:13am
6th May 2024 2:13am
Death of Connections (Depressive Episode Edition)
Wandering the path again,
retracing my steps, alone this time;
I’m counting the bodies
laying just where I left them
death came quickly for these,
my dysfunction, stalking
and insatiable
one taste of their salt,
their steadfastness and
it swallowed them without chewing
sometimes I still revel
in the bitterness
retracing my steps, alone this time;
I’m counting the bodies
laying just where I left them
death came quickly for these,
my dysfunction, stalking
and insatiable
one taste of their salt,
their steadfastness and
it swallowed them without chewing
sometimes I still revel
in the bitterness
#bipolar
#depression
#friendship #MentalHealth
#friendship #MentalHealth
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toniscales
Lost Girl
Lost Girl
Poem Published
4th May 2024 12:10pm
4th May 2024 12:10pm
Thoughts on a Saturday Morning
I sit on the porch at 5 am
brewed too-strong caramel pecan coffee
too much cream and sugar
like I prefer it
it's quiet but cars on their way to work
are already disrupting this
I am
a bizarre surge of energy
the caffeine exacerbates
I want to write a poem
shower and put on a long floral dress
do my makeup with utter precision
and feel utterly beautiful
though I am anything but
walk swiftly to the edge of the property
where the sprawling oak meets the country road...
brewed too-strong caramel pecan coffee
too much cream and sugar
like I prefer it
it's quiet but cars on their way to work
are already disrupting this
I am
a bizarre surge of energy
the caffeine exacerbates
I want to write a poem
shower and put on a long floral dress
do my makeup with utter precision
and feel utterly beautiful
though I am anything but
walk swiftly to the edge of the property
where the sprawling oak meets the country road...
#bipolar
#identity
#passion
210 reads
6 Comments
Kase030
unknown kid
unknown kid
Poem Published
28th Apr 2024 8:54pm
28th Apr 2024 8:54pm
The tables that constantly turn
Feelings are fever dreams
They switch of flip of a switch
A trauma induced disorder
Episodes that last weeks
Your left and right brain fighting each other for reason
Thoughts spinning like a tornado
Gripping onto your hair till the follicles fall out
Laying in your bed while your ceiling becomes a movie theater filled of your traumas
Being so self aware with no control
Bipolar is a killer
They switch of flip of a switch
A trauma induced disorder
Episodes that last weeks
Your left and right brain fighting each other for reason
Thoughts spinning like a tornado
Gripping onto your hair till the follicles fall out
Laying in your bed while your ceiling becomes a movie theater filled of your traumas
Being so self aware with no control
Bipolar is a killer
#bipolar
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dfwtinman
Poem Published
26th Apr 2024 2:54am
26th Apr 2024 2:54am
Day and night
The glowering morning flowers
as the sun eats holes in my curtain.
I make a cave of pillows,
to no avail.
Light enters uninvited,
dances on my eyelids.
I turn my head seeking darkness,
but the sun is stubborn.
Finally, I surrender to the inevitable.
Though the house is cold,
the shower's warm water cascades over me.
I hang my head under the clement stream.
I greet the day with a subversive smile,
determined to get even.
But a...
as the sun eats holes in my curtain.
I make a cave of pillows,
to no avail.
Light enters uninvited,
dances on my eyelids.
I turn my head seeking darkness,
but the sun is stubborn.
Finally, I surrender to the inevitable.
Though the house is cold,
the shower's warm water cascades over me.
I hang my head under the clement stream.
I greet the day with a subversive smile,
determined to get even.
But a...
#anxiety
#bipolar
#depression
170 reads
4 Comments
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