Poems About Bipolar by Top Critiquers
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Poems about bipolar by top critiquers. Poems written by members who have given lots of feedback to other poets this month.
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Designs and Visions
it's happening again it's warming up and I'm not feeling good
the phrase spring fever was coined-
to explain the seasonal madness back in the day
I seek refuge but the stars beat down on me
exacting a lb. of flesh from me
while visions bombard my mind
moon driven to see the sunrise again
I am locked in this plane
chained more like
sculpted thoughts I can feel the weight of the cap on my brain
I seek the heavens
I am denied
I try to go sideways...blocked
no one will hear me cry when I die this death...
the phrase spring fever was coined-
to explain the seasonal madness back in the day
I seek refuge but the stars beat down on me
exacting a lb. of flesh from me
while visions bombard my mind
moon driven to see the sunrise again
I am locked in this plane
chained more like
sculpted thoughts I can feel the weight of the cap on my brain
I seek the heavens
I am denied
I try to go sideways...blocked
no one will hear me cry when I die this death...
#bipolar
#angels
#MentalHealth #aliens
#MentalHealth #aliens
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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
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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
reign and ruin
wild eyed king of the past
ruler of shot glass realms
struttin down neon streets
arm in arm with beautiful strangers
electric
hungry
unstoppable
I devoured darkness
and it devoured me back
thru tangles of limbs
and sheets stained with lipstick
whiskey seepin into my blood
flesh against flesh against flesh
they wanted the fire in me
the untamed beast
that burned thru rooms
and left ashes of promises behind
they wanted to know
what destruction tasted like
so they pressed their...
ruler of shot glass realms
struttin down neon streets
arm in arm with beautiful strangers
electric
hungry
unstoppable
I devoured darkness
and it devoured me back
thru tangles of limbs
and sheets stained with lipstick
whiskey seepin into my blood
flesh against flesh against flesh
they wanted the fire in me
the untamed beast
that burned thru rooms
and left ashes of promises behind
they wanted to know
what destruction tasted like
so they pressed their...
#addiction
#alcohol
#bipolar
#healing
#PersonalGrowth
64 reads
4 Comments
bittersweet memories (Paula)

#bipolar
#dark
#ForbiddenLove
#MentalHealth
#UnrequitedLove
125 reads
2 Comments
Don't Follow Me
Don’t follow me,
It’s just that there’s something about me,
I’ve hung madly and wildly on the ledge,
It’s been fabled that I’m a little unstable,
I’ve been known to go alone over edge.
Don’t dissect this,
There’s a dichotomy about my personality,
Like a prolonged lobotomy gone wrong,
But you might just risk certain immorality,
Because this brain feigns being headstrong.
Don’t analyze it,
This verse is just the worst at making sense,
But in my defense I’m just little harebrained,
The way I like to dangle this with a...
It’s just that there’s something about me,
I’ve hung madly and wildly on the ledge,
It’s been fabled that I’m a little unstable,
I’ve been known to go alone over edge.
Don’t dissect this,
There’s a dichotomy about my personality,
Like a prolonged lobotomy gone wrong,
But you might just risk certain immorality,
Because this brain feigns being headstrong.
Don’t analyze it,
This verse is just the worst at making sense,
But in my defense I’m just little harebrained,
The way I like to dangle this with a...
#anger
#anxiety
#depression
#bipolar
#MentalHealth
640 reads
6 Comments
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
300 reads
2 Comments
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
331 reads
11 Comments
Ghostly Hallucinations
Turning black all around me,
the air had icy fingers
pinching my skin with emotional frostbite.
A shrill cry followed,
echoing in the fog
of schizophrenia’s uncertainty.
Wandering through this graveyard,
the gravestones of my past
stand silently and somewhere within.
The eyes of a ghost follow me -
laughter, hideous laughter lurks in its eyes,
then I shiver with humiliation.
With hell in my mind,
my hair stands on end,
my eyes the windows to this furnace.
Normality,
was there...
the air had icy fingers
pinching my skin with emotional frostbite.
A shrill cry followed,
echoing in the fog
of schizophrenia’s uncertainty.
Wandering through this graveyard,
the gravestones of my past
stand silently and somewhere within.
The eyes of a ghost follow me -
laughter, hideous laughter lurks in its eyes,
then I shiver with humiliation.
With hell in my mind,
my hair stands on end,
my eyes the windows to this furnace.
Normality,
was there...
#bipolar
#depression
#FeelingLost
#MentalHealth
#surreal
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Trigger Unhappy
Trigger Unhappy
Out of the blue,
Something
Happens
To you,
And
You're
Triggered
Right into
Despair.
I want
To give
Comfort
And make
You feel
Fine,
But
Nothing
Is taking
You there.
I've given
My options
The best
That
I could,
Yet
None
Of my talents
Set free
The focus
This trigger
Provides
For
Your anger
To wallow
Is sad
Company.
A note,
If I may, ...
Out of the blue,
Something
Happens
To you,
And
You're
Triggered
Right into
Despair.
I want
To give
Comfort
And make
You feel
Fine,
But
Nothing
Is taking
You there.
I've given
My options
The best
That
I could,
Yet
None
Of my talents
Set free
The focus
This trigger
Provides
For
Your anger
To wallow
Is sad
Company.
A note,
If I may, ...
#anxiety
#depression
#bipolar
#addiction
#PTSD
555 reads
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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
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doldrums
gracious greed in a depressive state
stare at the emptiness, its impressive
seeking solace inside the sorrow
I regress myself to see what has me down
down deep I hate myself, I think
I try to change but it does no good
who am I fooling really/
a counterfeit me who's going to buy that
it doesn't work
so I am stuck here feeling moody
it's where I'm comfortable, in the deep end
sorrow is my friend
she never lets me down
I'm on good speaking terms with my negativity
it is second nature
I can pretend I'm...
stare at the emptiness, its impressive
seeking solace inside the sorrow
I regress myself to see what has me down
down deep I hate myself, I think
I try to change but it does no good
who am I fooling really/
a counterfeit me who's going to buy that
it doesn't work
so I am stuck here feeling moody
it's where I'm comfortable, in the deep end
sorrow is my friend
she never lets me down
I'm on good speaking terms with my negativity
it is second nature
I can pretend I'm...
#bipolar
#MentalHealth
#apathy
206 reads
0 Comments
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