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.
cheesa
Poem Published
25th Jun 2023 4:59am
25th Jun 2023 4:59am
Mind at times
The screams the noise in a silent room
Followed by the sadness and the pain in tune
The TV static the mist the fog
Life can be a pigsty and I'm a stinking hog
Laughing and crying not wanting to live
Begging you please to forgive
Impulsive urges uncontrollable at times
Best I can do is think of words and rhymes
The walls close in and I'm alone in a crowd
The noise is too much its just too loud
My hands shake when I pay for my goods
I'm not leaving the house today I'm staying inwards
Followed by the sadness and the pain in tune
The TV static the mist the fog
Life can be a pigsty and I'm a stinking hog
Laughing and crying not wanting to live
Begging you please to forgive
Impulsive urges uncontrollable at times
Best I can do is think of words and rhymes
The walls close in and I'm alone in a crowd
The noise is too much its just too loud
My hands shake when I pay for my goods
I'm not leaving the house today I'm staying inwards
#depression
#bipolar
#MentalHealth
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cabcool
Poem Published
5th Jun 2023 7:15am
5th Jun 2023 7:15am
mood swings
Mood has to be controlled. Otherwise, it's your master.”
― Toba Beta, My Ancestor Was an Ancient Astronaut
no aberrations fill my cup,
though of vast mental sips i sup.
today, i teeter on the edge;
tomorrow, from the core i pledge
that, as i zither on my arc,
i'll find a safer place to park.
the highs and lows of pendulums
are glorified curriculums
too lofty for the mental state
around which false fears congregate.
my blue moods blow below white sails,
a place in which my charter fails. ...
― Toba Beta, My Ancestor Was an Ancient Astronaut
no aberrations fill my cup,
though of vast mental sips i sup.
today, i teeter on the edge;
tomorrow, from the core i pledge
that, as i zither on my arc,
i'll find a safer place to park.
the highs and lows of pendulums
are glorified curriculums
too lofty for the mental state
around which false fears congregate.
my blue moods blow below white sails,
a place in which my charter fails. ...
#anxiety
#bipolar
#MentalHealth
#emotions
#fear
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Adzy
Poem Published
28th May 2023 8:18pm
28th May 2023 8:18pm
Schizo
I don't know if anyone knows this
But I'm sleepwalking to psychosis
I am a thorn among the roses
My head is splitting like mitosis
I'm not sure if I'm coming or I'm going
But my paranoia is certainly showing
The confusion deep inside keeps growing
How much time is left, there's no way of knowing
Schizo, psycho
Crazy, hazy
I talk to my reflection but it doesn't talk back
The pressure keeps building, I can feel it start to crack
Thoughts swirling within me, it's the answers that I lack
I start to lose control and...
But I'm sleepwalking to psychosis
I am a thorn among the roses
My head is splitting like mitosis
I'm not sure if I'm coming or I'm going
But my paranoia is certainly showing
The confusion deep inside keeps growing
How much time is left, there's no way of knowing
Schizo, psycho
Crazy, hazy
I talk to my reflection but it doesn't talk back
The pressure keeps building, I can feel it start to crack
Thoughts swirling within me, it's the answers that I lack
I start to lose control and...
#depression
#bipolar
#illness
#MentalHealth
#confusion
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gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
Poem Published
24th May 2023 10:37am
24th May 2023 10:37am
Lantern in the Darkness
The flamelight of my hope and reality
burns within the darkness of psychosis.
Light within dark overcomes –
No matter how small the flame.
Whenever I fall asleep, darkness
slithers itself in bed alongside me
with gazing eyes and a whispery voice.
And there is a lantern within – one I hold
to this darkness that my hallucinating
eyes cannot penetrate alone.
My eyes are lamplit to the dream,
for the flame within ensouls me.
The light of my lantern pulsates,
possessing a fiery heartbeat, ...
burns within the darkness of psychosis.
Light within dark overcomes –
No matter how small the flame.
Whenever I fall asleep, darkness
slithers itself in bed alongside me
with gazing eyes and a whispery voice.
And there is a lantern within – one I hold
to this darkness that my hallucinating
eyes cannot penetrate alone.
My eyes are lamplit to the dream,
for the flame within ensouls me.
The light of my lantern pulsates,
possessing a fiery heartbeat, ...
#depression
#hope
#dark
#bipolar
#MentalHealth
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gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
Poem Published
6th May 2023 6:34am
6th May 2023 6:34am
Hell and Peace II
Dear psychosis, your unending season
is now the winter of MY discontent!
Lowly your voice howls within
the wintry confines of my mind.
Thickly your veil covers my eyes
and I feel a coexistence between
Hell and peace. But what is reality?
The once-lived serenity of my beach
is beaten by waves of molten anxiety –
volcanic bursts of unease and defeat,
but I must face my pain and fears, now.
So, I dip my foot in, allowing myself
to be consumed with the fiery embrace
of Hell, and the veiled serenity of peace.
is now the winter of MY discontent!
Lowly your voice howls within
the wintry confines of my mind.
Thickly your veil covers my eyes
and I feel a coexistence between
Hell and peace. But what is reality?
The once-lived serenity of my beach
is beaten by waves of molten anxiety –
volcanic bursts of unease and defeat,
but I must face my pain and fears, now.
So, I dip my foot in, allowing myself
to be consumed with the fiery embrace
of Hell, and the veiled serenity of peace.
#anxiety
#depression
#bipolar
#MentalHealth
#PTSD
480 reads
5 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
17th Apr 2023 11:06pm
17th Apr 2023 11:06pm
First Kiss
First Kiss
Madhouse Mon Cheri
Off the hip cackle
“This is where rich folks go crazy”
Staff shocked
By her brassy voodoo spell
First trembling bird peck
On Creole lips designed
For madhouse paradise
A touch of Hatter’s petal blues
Hinted in her hazel eyes
Torn from the Virgin ligaments
Of an Achille’s dream
In my fragmented mind
A late Bar Mitzvah
She succored me
In penciled lip balm
That sketched my heart
In pastel remedies for solitude
Madhouse Mon Cheri
Off the hip cackle
“This is where rich folks go crazy”
Staff shocked
By her brassy voodoo spell
First trembling bird peck
On Creole lips designed
For madhouse paradise
A touch of Hatter’s petal blues
Hinted in her hazel eyes
Torn from the Virgin ligaments
Of an Achille’s dream
In my fragmented mind
A late Bar Mitzvah
She succored me
In penciled lip balm
That sketched my heart
In pastel remedies for solitude
#romantic
#bipolar
#MentalHealth
#sensual
#seductive
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11 Comments
LunaGreyhawk
Jenn_Leigh
Jenn_Leigh
Poem Published
6th Apr 2023 3:47pm
6th Apr 2023 3:47pm
The Battle for Love
I awakened
the inconsolable beast,
without any gaping wounds
to show for my confrontation;
but there you were,
as you always have been -
your smile lights up my screen
and it becomes
the lightning in my chest,
thunder rolling
beneath my bones -
here, I ready for battle
once again;
your good mornings
are my favorite -
sunlight upon the inky night,
a river running wildly
through scorched land;
my gratitude grows
with every single moment
you gift to me and the beast; ...
the inconsolable beast,
without any gaping wounds
to show for my confrontation;
but there you were,
as you always have been -
your smile lights up my screen
and it becomes
the lightning in my chest,
thunder rolling
beneath my bones -
here, I ready for battle
once again;
your good mornings
are my favorite -
sunlight upon the inky night,
a river running wildly
through scorched land;
my gratitude grows
with every single moment
you gift to me and the beast; ...
#love
#bipolar
#MentalHealth
278 reads
13 Comments
Wordsmith78
Poem Published
26th Feb 2023 5:31pm
26th Feb 2023 5:31pm
Voices In My Head
I Got Out Of Bead With Voices In My Head.
#bipolar
#MentalHealth
316 reads
1 Comment
Results_May_Vary
Poem Published
1st Feb 2023 9:51pm
1st Feb 2023 9:51pm
In the Ward
you're the secret
shown to all
but so easily dismissed
you're my secret poison
flowing into my soul
feeding the lust to sin
here, bondage is just a way of life
here, we're kept from the sunlight
here, walls can talk back
here, the name of God is smack
beyond twisted
completely dismembered
the hand that feeds
is the one that bleeds
we crave the cup
second to the needle
here, bondage is just a way of life
here, we're kept from the sunlight
here, walls can talk back
here, the name of...
shown to all
but so easily dismissed
you're my secret poison
flowing into my soul
feeding the lust to sin
here, bondage is just a way of life
here, we're kept from the sunlight
here, walls can talk back
here, the name of God is smack
beyond twisted
completely dismembered
the hand that feeds
is the one that bleeds
we crave the cup
second to the needle
here, bondage is just a way of life
here, we're kept from the sunlight
here, walls can talk back
here, the name of...
#anxiety
#bipolar
#MentalHealth #PTSD
#MentalHealth #PTSD
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Results_May_Vary
Poem Published
30th Jan 2023 8:56am
30th Jan 2023 8:56am
Results May Vary
Memories pulse like an unstable current
Thoughts spiral and collapse out of my skull
Emotions collide with words and spit themselves out
And I'm left choking with regret
All the reasons spin and twist into excuses for desire
Can't grow a thing without tilling the soil first
Can't grow out of the old clothes, if you never stand up straight
The world looks different when I can look you in the eye
Appetite for destruction, but you never leave the house
It's getting hard to hide and now they don't ask questions
Clipping the capsules,...
Thoughts spiral and collapse out of my skull
Emotions collide with words and spit themselves out
And I'm left choking with regret
All the reasons spin and twist into excuses for desire
Can't grow a thing without tilling the soil first
Can't grow out of the old clothes, if you never stand up straight
The world looks different when I can look you in the eye
Appetite for destruction, but you never leave the house
It's getting hard to hide and now they don't ask questions
Clipping the capsules,...
#sadness
#depression
#dark
#bipolar
#MentalHealth
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Results_May_Vary
Poem Published
30th Jan 2023 00:51am
30th Jan 2023 00:51am
Demons
Pick up the pieces
And throw them away
(There, you're together again)
I didn't lose you
You shed off of me
Bitter and sweet
Watch what you say
I never needed you
Just a reason to leave
What if I told you
I'm the price you pay
What if I told you
Now you're better off
It never ceases to be true
Just the beauty of me and you
A blessing and a curse
Fucking good luck Chuck
They say, in the eye of the beholder
Wrong time, right place
Always seemed stuck
They're moving on
I'm only...
And throw them away
(There, you're together again)
I didn't lose you
You shed off of me
Bitter and sweet
Watch what you say
I never needed you
Just a reason to leave
What if I told you
I'm the price you pay
What if I told you
Now you're better off
It never ceases to be true
Just the beauty of me and you
A blessing and a curse
Fucking good luck Chuck
They say, in the eye of the beholder
Wrong time, right place
Always seemed stuck
They're moving on
I'm only...
#depression
#LifeStruggles
#SelfHarm
#bipolar
#MentalHealth
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LunaGreyhawk
Jenn_Leigh
Jenn_Leigh
Poem Published
18th Jan 2023 2:53am
18th Jan 2023 2:53am
Like Water
mania
my misfire of intentions -
I’m not there yet,
but it’s getting hard to breathe
there’s water in my face
one tempestuous drop
from delightful capitulation
treading the mud
that steals my shoes,
every frivolous thought
feels important
I feel compelled
if I can direct that flow
somewhere oddly specific
anywhere but inward
then, can I hope?
I’m still learning
how to live
not despite,
alongside -
beside the waterfall
not under it
I still get...
my misfire of intentions -
I’m not there yet,
but it’s getting hard to breathe
there’s water in my face
one tempestuous drop
from delightful capitulation
treading the mud
that steals my shoes,
every frivolous thought
feels important
I feel compelled
if I can direct that flow
somewhere oddly specific
anywhere but inward
then, can I hope?
I’m still learning
how to live
not despite,
alongside -
beside the waterfall
not under it
I still get...
#bipolar
#MentalHealth
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