Poems About Bipolar Published by Members Recently Online
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Honoring Your Inner Divine Temple
The difference between a wise woman and a foolish woman, the wise woman will always build her foundation on brick, it is the value of her worth.
That beautiful abode where she reigns.
She will be the organic nurturer unto Mother Nature, the Healer, and the arbitrator between her seeds that bears the reflective image of her intellect.
The spiritual alliance between man and his deity, to give his mind that third eye, the gateways to his divine awakening, as she propels that pilgrimage, where in his quest to seek higher vibration, she never loses sight of her...
That beautiful abode where she reigns.
She will be the organic nurturer unto Mother Nature, the Healer, and the arbitrator between her seeds that bears the reflective image of her intellect.
The spiritual alliance between man and his deity, to give his mind that third eye, the gateways to his divine awakening, as she propels that pilgrimage, where in his quest to seek higher vibration, she never loses sight of her...
#bipolar
#MentalHealth
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Honoring Your Inner Divine Temple
The difference between a wise woman and a foolish woman, the wise woman will always build her foundation on brick, it is the value of her worth.
That beautiful abode where she reigns.
She will be the organic nurturer unto Mother Nature, the Healer, and the arbitrator between her seeds that bears the reflective image of her intellect.
The spiritual alliance between man and his deity, to give his mind that third eye, the gateways to his divine awakening, as she propels that pilgrimage, where in his quest to seek higher vibration, she never loses sight of her...
That beautiful abode where she reigns.
She will be the organic nurturer unto Mother Nature, the Healer, and the arbitrator between her seeds that bears the reflective image of her intellect.
The spiritual alliance between man and his deity, to give his mind that third eye, the gateways to his divine awakening, as she propels that pilgrimage, where in his quest to seek higher vibration, she never loses sight of her...
#bipolar
#MentalHealth
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Let Me Speak
at death
let me then say,
I have lived;
not well, not poorly
but that I endured;
I experienced
each and every
moment forward
from my awakening,
with eyes thrice opened;
let me shout to the world,
that my palms faced up,
accepting all of that
which could not be
accepted from me,
wether love or apathy;
let me sing that I was
become whole, undone
of sad, abandoned roots
that kept me tethered
to shame and guilt;
so, at death
let me then whisper
I set myself free, at...
let me then say,
I have lived;
not well, not poorly
but that I endured;
I experienced
each and every
moment forward
from my awakening,
with eyes thrice opened;
let me shout to the world,
that my palms faced up,
accepting all of that
which could not be
accepted from me,
wether love or apathy;
let me sing that I was
become whole, undone
of sad, abandoned roots
that kept me tethered
to shame and guilt;
so, at death
let me then whisper
I set myself free, at...
#bipolar
#healing
#MentalHealth
#PersonalGrowth
#SelfDiscovery
170 reads
6 Comments
Let Me Speak
at death
let me then say,
I have lived;
not well, not poorly
but that I endured;
I experienced
each and every
moment forward
from my awakening,
with eyes thrice opened;
let me shout to the world,
that my palms faced up,
accepting all of that
which could not be
accepted from me,
wether love or apathy;
let me sing that I was
become whole, undone
of sad, abandoned roots
that kept me tethered
to shame and guilt;
so, at death
let me then whisper
I set myself free, at...
let me then say,
I have lived;
not well, not poorly
but that I endured;
I experienced
each and every
moment forward
from my awakening,
with eyes thrice opened;
let me shout to the world,
that my palms faced up,
accepting all of that
which could not be
accepted from me,
wether love or apathy;
let me sing that I was
become whole, undone
of sad, abandoned roots
that kept me tethered
to shame and guilt;
so, at death
let me then whisper
I set myself free, at...
#bipolar
#healing
#MentalHealth
#PersonalGrowth
#SelfDiscovery
170 reads
6 Comments
Let Me Speak
at death
let me then say,
I have lived;
not well, not poorly
but that I endured;
I experienced
each and every
moment forward
from my awakening,
with eyes thrice opened;
let me shout to the world,
that my palms faced up,
accepting all of that
which could not be
accepted from me,
wether love or apathy;
let me sing that I was
become whole, undone
of sad, abandoned roots
that kept me tethered
to shame and guilt;
so, at death
let me then whisper
I set myself free, at...
let me then say,
I have lived;
not well, not poorly
but that I endured;
I experienced
each and every
moment forward
from my awakening,
with eyes thrice opened;
let me shout to the world,
that my palms faced up,
accepting all of that
which could not be
accepted from me,
wether love or apathy;
let me sing that I was
become whole, undone
of sad, abandoned roots
that kept me tethered
to shame and guilt;
so, at death
let me then whisper
I set myself free, at...
#bipolar
#healing
#MentalHealth
#PersonalGrowth
#SelfDiscovery
170 reads
6 Comments
Let Me Speak
at death
let me then say,
I have lived;
not well, not poorly
but that I endured;
I experienced
each and every
moment forward
from my awakening,
with eyes thrice opened;
let me shout to the world,
that my palms faced up,
accepting all of that
which could not be
accepted from me,
wether love or apathy;
let me sing that I was
become whole, undone
of sad, abandoned roots
that kept me tethered
to shame and guilt;
so, at death
let me then whisper
I set myself free, at...
let me then say,
I have lived;
not well, not poorly
but that I endured;
I experienced
each and every
moment forward
from my awakening,
with eyes thrice opened;
let me shout to the world,
that my palms faced up,
accepting all of that
which could not be
accepted from me,
wether love or apathy;
let me sing that I was
become whole, undone
of sad, abandoned roots
that kept me tethered
to shame and guilt;
so, at death
let me then whisper
I set myself free, at...
#bipolar
#healing
#MentalHealth
#PersonalGrowth
#SelfDiscovery
170 reads
6 Comments
Let Me Speak
at death
let me then say,
I have lived;
not well, not poorly
but that I endured;
I experienced
each and every
moment forward
from my awakening,
with eyes thrice opened;
let me shout to the world,
that my palms faced up,
accepting all of that
which could not be
accepted from me,
wether love or apathy;
let me sing that I was
become whole, undone
of sad, abandoned roots
that kept me tethered
to shame and guilt;
so, at death
let me then whisper
I set myself free, at...
let me then say,
I have lived;
not well, not poorly
but that I endured;
I experienced
each and every
moment forward
from my awakening,
with eyes thrice opened;
let me shout to the world,
that my palms faced up,
accepting all of that
which could not be
accepted from me,
wether love or apathy;
let me sing that I was
become whole, undone
of sad, abandoned roots
that kept me tethered
to shame and guilt;
so, at death
let me then whisper
I set myself free, at...
#bipolar
#healing
#MentalHealth
#PersonalGrowth
#SelfDiscovery
170 reads
6 Comments
Indelibility...
I am my very own ink
in the words that I write
in the way that I do fight
live a life fully on the brink
As I walk a razor thin wire
trying to get the other side
undeny a life lived denied
within this way I still conspire
With little then left to do
except dip into this inkwell
let myself again then dwell
on facing myself now anew
Just barefoot upon this glass
unflinching in the way I tread
reciting poetry still kept unread
waiting for the moment to pass
Until the...
in the words that I write
in the way that I do fight
live a life fully on the brink
As I walk a razor thin wire
trying to get the other side
undeny a life lived denied
within this way I still conspire
With little then left to do
except dip into this inkwell
let myself again then dwell
on facing myself now anew
Just barefoot upon this glass
unflinching in the way I tread
reciting poetry still kept unread
waiting for the moment to pass
Until the...
#bipolar
#confessional
#SelfDiscovery
#TruthOfLife
#WritingPoetry
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3 Comments
Indelibility...
I am my very own ink
in the words that I write
in the way that I do fight
live a life fully on the brink
As I walk a razor thin wire
trying to get the other side
undeny a life lived denied
within this way I still conspire
With little then left to do
except dip into this inkwell
let myself again then dwell
on facing myself now anew
Just barefoot upon this glass
unflinching in the way I tread
reciting poetry still kept unread
waiting for the moment to pass
Until the...
in the words that I write
in the way that I do fight
live a life fully on the brink
As I walk a razor thin wire
trying to get the other side
undeny a life lived denied
within this way I still conspire
With little then left to do
except dip into this inkwell
let myself again then dwell
on facing myself now anew
Just barefoot upon this glass
unflinching in the way I tread
reciting poetry still kept unread
waiting for the moment to pass
Until the...
#bipolar
#confessional
#SelfDiscovery
#TruthOfLife
#WritingPoetry
17 reads
3 Comments
Indelibility...
I am my very own ink
in the words that I write
in the way that I do fight
live a life fully on the brink
As I walk a razor thin wire
trying to get the other side
undeny a life lived denied
within this way I still conspire
With little then left to do
except dip into this inkwell
let myself again then dwell
on facing myself now anew
Just barefoot upon this glass
unflinching in the way I tread
reciting poetry still kept unread
waiting for the moment to pass
Until the...
in the words that I write
in the way that I do fight
live a life fully on the brink
As I walk a razor thin wire
trying to get the other side
undeny a life lived denied
within this way I still conspire
With little then left to do
except dip into this inkwell
let myself again then dwell
on facing myself now anew
Just barefoot upon this glass
unflinching in the way I tread
reciting poetry still kept unread
waiting for the moment to pass
Until the...
#bipolar
#confessional
#SelfDiscovery
#TruthOfLife
#WritingPoetry
17 reads
3 Comments
Indelibility...
I am my very own ink
in the words that I write
in the way that I do fight
live a life fully on the brink
As I walk a razor thin wire
trying to get the other side
undeny a life lived denied
within this way I still conspire
With little then left to do
except dip into this inkwell
let myself again then dwell
on facing myself now anew
Just barefoot upon this glass
unflinching in the way I tread
reciting poetry still kept unread
waiting for the moment to pass
Until the...
in the words that I write
in the way that I do fight
live a life fully on the brink
As I walk a razor thin wire
trying to get the other side
undeny a life lived denied
within this way I still conspire
With little then left to do
except dip into this inkwell
let myself again then dwell
on facing myself now anew
Just barefoot upon this glass
unflinching in the way I tread
reciting poetry still kept unread
waiting for the moment to pass
Until the...
#bipolar
#confessional
#SelfDiscovery
#TruthOfLife
#WritingPoetry
17 reads
3 Comments
Indelibility...
I am my very own ink
in the words that I write
in the way that I do fight
live a life fully on the brink
As I walk a razor thin wire
trying to get the other side
undeny a life lived denied
within this way I still conspire
With little then left to do
except dip into this inkwell
let myself again then dwell
on facing myself now anew
Just barefoot upon this glass
unflinching in the way I tread
reciting poetry still kept unread
waiting for the moment to pass
Until the...
in the words that I write
in the way that I do fight
live a life fully on the brink
As I walk a razor thin wire
trying to get the other side
undeny a life lived denied
within this way I still conspire
With little then left to do
except dip into this inkwell
let myself again then dwell
on facing myself now anew
Just barefoot upon this glass
unflinching in the way I tread
reciting poetry still kept unread
waiting for the moment to pass
Until the...
#bipolar
#confessional
#SelfDiscovery
#TruthOfLife
#WritingPoetry
17 reads
3 Comments
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