Bipolar Poems - Poems about Bipolar

You may say I'm crazy but as it takes one to know one do you have what I've got if I am are you too and am I nuts to think I'm not the shrink he's not telling despite all my yelling he only asks how it makes me feel it's quite a strain on the brain is he really and truly for real then...

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Dare I share my intrusive thoughts Once suicidal in a mood so dark I actually tried to stop my heart Using vitamins to sin with life to part It was a low that got so deep Manic tide had overcome me Was hearing voices in trilogies Mad as I was bipolar buried I recall walking outside Collapsed in the sunshine Barely recall ambulance ride Feeling lost...

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Polar bear at the north pole, floating on a lone ice floe, thinks to himself, 'What happened to my world, where did all the ice go?' If to the south pole he did depart, penguins to compare, would he then be, a well-traveled bipolar bear? ...

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journey into a bipolar mind pebbles in time . there were ripples in yesterday’s water where stones once were tossed . pebbles really, yet enough to form concentric wrinkles soothing over rough edges and drowning silly circus clowns . each circle died and glass-like waters were again still undisturbed as though he had not been there . perhaps he hadn’t . in his head circles rolled onto circles and the pale painted...

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JY and I met through a mutual friend in 1991. We strucked a deal with a handsome transaction, In which we both were in a win-win situation. Since then, we became close friends, Every week, she travelled a long way to see me, Made big efforts bringing sample of deserts. Which she made and delivered to many shops, Displayed closed to the...

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Hands Crowd my neck squeeze me of life suffocate my mind cruel Calculated Cold blooded strangulation ...

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I am a purple prisoner of poetry For when I can’t write woe is me Darkens my sky the flowetry Enriches my life the soul of me Some do drugs roll with me I just do hugs go with me Grasping the love of a sheet Of paper, pen and ink is peace Muse is a turquoise tool guides me Ideas are precious jewels...

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Just how much courage does it take? ...

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My supervisor is a young, soft spoken Asian gal... Who averted my eyes as she handed me my end of the year "compensation award statement". For working weekends and holidays being an absentee on birthdays and funerals (thank God). Despite the company riding the gilded air currents like a diamond studded albatross, I'll get seventy-three cents an hour raise. I met her eyes...

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I could not stop crying No idea why Sobbing and shaking Horrified at myself I am usually manic I am great at manic Manic is my go-to-place I LOVE being manic I had been going strong for three days No sleep needed. Writing poems, painting pictures, Playing with my dogs I never put it together Because I had never been sobbing, keening, wailing me before I am on Lithium...

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bipolar rages... can you smell it in the air? a storm's a'comin' she feels off today tomorrow's too far away ~ help her to be well...

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How did this happen lying in bed feeling nothing being nothing incomplete....

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In shadows deep where silence dwells,?Three tiny hearts weave whispered spells,?They dance in dreams with eyes of light,?Unaware of the encroaching night. A father’s laughter, a guiding hand,?Now echoes faint like steps on sand,?Bipolar’s grasp, a stormy tide,?Tore through their world, their gentle guide. He wore his smile like a fragile mask,?And fought the demons,...

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why cant i disconnect when i stop having fun, leave this server and find a new one, I know we never ask to play, but still im begging anyway, I’m sick and tired of this game, and struggle hiding my disdain, for still having to entertain, these words inscribed inside my brain, written red, its better than the awful things i’d do instead, so here...

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Sleep escaped, Without a farewell, She had not the grace To aspire my light, She proved to be darker Than her gaze, Glaring, glowering, Glowing with madness, Bipolar’s destroyer – two sides of the coin Despair, dread, doubt – depression Delight, elation, wired – manic Stages of dark and light, Day and night, A breath, a prayer, a silence Flooded with fire – Cold, brilliant desire…. Where she kindles a flame, A...

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