Best Bipolar Poems

I am bipolar,
That’s what they say,
Maybe the mood swings.
Gave me away,
Maybe it was the battle going on;
Much deeper inside,
That caused me to run,
That caused me to hide.

Peaks and valleys, up and down,
Try to stay the course,
They pull and they push, twisting,
Tug and shove, inside out,
I...

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Belligerent and irritated by almost any little thing
Insaneness all around me; craziness is what I bring
Psychosis is not the problem; the problem lies within
Overzealous personality; much absorption sinking in 
Liar, cheat and manipulator; trust you should not give
Ambition at its lowest; no longer wanting to...

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Being bipolar
is like a Rose whose bloom is 
missing some petals: 
but her color is deeper 
than all the other roses.

She may never be
part of a "perfect" bouquet:
but her rich pigment
is a rare, precious paint for
Da Vinci's "Mona Lisa."

Alas! She might not
be like the long-stemmed...

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Life as a manic-depressive's very drab,
     and wearisome at times; it's bad enough
     to drag me down where I don't feel so tough.
When manic, I have the rare gift of gab;

when I do, I want to take...

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Can I love and will I ever feel want,
Smooth skin, soft with a perfect line.
I stand in the castle upon a sheer hill,
The castle of my own confine.

It’s a chilling reflection on water at night,
From our living, breathing full moon.
You’re my eye of the storm...

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Dynamic ecstasy shuttles me past the powdered moon
Only to plummet downward toward the sadness of the waking shore
Oh how I dream to float amidst the gentle atmosphere...

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Bipolar bear drifting upon the omega iceberg.
Surrounded by a sea of salty self-pity.
Old blood on your teeth.
Nothing left to lean upon.
Nothing left to eat.

On the shore, the pharmacist juggles pills of false hope.
The tooth walkers laughing at the folly.
The warming camouflage is dying.
All weaknesses have...

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Have you ever touched the universe
And felt its power course through your veins?
Felt the alleviation of all your pain?

Have you ever woken up in the morning
And realized you were at the very center
Of all creation?
That everything happening to you
Had a simple explanation?

Have you held a...

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I feel so freaking, God-like good;
     I feel My chest-expanding heart
and the mad frenzy in My blood,
     which tear My mind and soul apart!

These urgent voices in My head
     reverberate and echo loud
memories...

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I hate sounding like a recorder
Knowing I am at the edge of my border
Always being served by a court order
Yeah, I have a mental disorder
Heck yeah, I suffer, I am bipolar

I stay up every night full of energy
Suffering from short term memory
My moods can last...

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Wild with unbounded energy tonight,
     I eschew my med's; but I soon then hear 
     the frightful voices trumpet in my ear;
they haunt me into the stillness of night
as I transform into a monstrous sight
  ...

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A friendship like ours is bittersweet;—
     one second we exist in peace,
           and then suddenly we dash one another 
to the ground beneath the other's feet!
     Is...

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From June to September
I cannot remember
A damn thing that I did
What took me over
Was a monster called Bipolar
Which escaped from the shadows where it hid

And to add to this schism
I was fighting alcoholism
A Demon that dwelled within
It took me over whole
Mind, body, and soul
And drove...

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“Fear whispers worry into your ear, anxiety into your hopes and doubt into your faith… Love whispers hope and peace” – by poet

With a brain washed pale
By voices thundering
Silent screams echoing through me
Clearing away the debris
Of disappointment and disillusionment
My mind darkened on a clear night
No...

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My Heart sees beauty daily pass me by,
And does not grieve nor stop to make lament,
For I have in my Heart a single eye,
That makes me know that all my love is spent
Upon the One whose face I carry still,
Which illness, fate and fortune cannot...

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