Mental Health Poems | Examples of Mental Health Poetry

Pull the shades Dim the lights Hear the snores No response Just the crickets My art dulls you? It's my therapy ...

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"Nap," written in blue Resting means I'm a burden Get no rest at night To see the depths of my soul You might just know rejection ...

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I see the blue pens I see the blue pens writing The tales of my fate ...

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Yellow bottle caps The pills to challenge my fear May need pills to help me sleep Don't like medicine Its toxins with side effects Thats why I take supplements ...

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Yellow Caution Watch out The leaf The leaf painted on my bag The stoplight says, "Proceed with caution." ...

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Hidden in weeds heart vavle on squeeze Watch me not bleed Even if it cuts deep Keeps you away from My boredom pale bule face Made you see, me The unloveable me On a big screen undressing this soul A human floating above Spirts weak from night terror screams. Dark heart beating weak You stared right though my...

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We abuse, pollute and poison to help us free our minds pushing our bodies beyond all reason a starvation of kind the brain the all important I the housing just a host so when the self gives up on life the spirit becomes a ghost. Our buildings far from temples though we think we are gods the message sent is mental our roles reversed for dogs trying...

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leave room in your heart for even more love like cracks in old stone still reaching above what’s broken can bloom if you give it the air what’s heavy can heal if you’re willing to care don’t seal every door don’t stitch every seam some hands were made to rebuild your dreams leave room in your heart even battered and rough there’s always more light if you leave it enough...

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Portraits from my past Call from my doorstep Shall I ignore it? Eyes of past veterans Peer blindly from warped boards I can no longer enter that room ...

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Lyrics by JT Curtis Performed by Ann Icarus My Fate As I sit here in this room Dark and lonely, Contemplate Thinking too much This can't wait Carefully planning My Escape I write down words That no one will read about a love that no one will feed So, I'll just sit here with a pocket of seed Escaping to a place to grow As...

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she used to shrink inside her own skin wore doubt like a coat stitched too thin but broken glass still reflects the light and jagged edges sharpen the fight now she stands where my fears once laid building worth from the cracks they made she is gold in the dirt still gleaming unseen an unfinished masterpiece bold and serene...

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It's only 2:00 am. I even waited to take the drugs till midnight, so I wouldn't have to fight an extra 2 hours through the night Not that it makes much of a difference. In 4.5 hours my alarm will go off (not that I really need one) and I'll continue to just survive each torturous moment. The only difference is the daytime doesn't have the...

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These next _ minutes are going to be hard... I open my eyes Not sure what time it is, but I bet I can guess. The drugs never work for more than 2 hours, and the distress from the pressure in my head and throat has been suppressing more than 2 hours of sleep a night for months now - even with the drugs. They have...

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In case I never write another poem again, here's what I've been thinking I've had a rough time wrestling with the rigid grooves inside my red hard, head - heading nowhere really, getting no place clearly, drearily coming to a head - where spine meets brain and runs its creviced terrain it spent too many hours of my life building. Beautiful though, isn't it? All of it...

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There's no speed limit, we have no breaks Treacherous conditions, living high stakes When will we crash? Step on the gas Spun on the ice, hydroplane Just how long until impact When can I get off this ride? ...

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