Short Bipolar Poems

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Premium Member Vivian Leigh and I

may have something in common: 
bipolar disorder. 

She became something.
“Great balls of fire!”

I am still trying.
© CC Bloom  Create an image from this poem.


Premium Member Ode to My Brain

Ode to my bipolar brain
Creativity is my favorite thing 
Despite a memory so short
And ADHD of course
Poetry is a sign I’m insane!
Form: Ode

Premium Member bipolar

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
© Jim Healey  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Senryu

Premium Member March

March prances along wearing green
Shamrock shirts and denim jeans
So cold one day and hot the other 
I dare say like a bipolar spring lover
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Oh Carolina!

The weather in Carolina is bipolar 
Freezing frigid morn eve red solar

Hardly ever sure how I want to dress
Layers work here hope for the best
Form: Couplet


Inside a Bipolar Mind

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
Form: Sijo

Co Depends

An act so practiced
like an invisible mask
If I see past
things will smash
our past wounds like food
for inadiquecies that keep us
intact 
or rather keep me 
coming back.
© Scoot Gee  Create an image from this poem.
Form:

Premium Member haunted mirror

haunted mirror went bipolar, broke all rules
stuck out her tongue at all kinds of weird fools
no one could prove it, for she was insanely sneaky
popped in tongue the second loose plank got creaky
Form: Rhyme

Carrie Mattison

An agent on an assigned order,
Suffered from bipolar disorder,
Her sister helped with the drug,
Gave an adversary a hug,
Which led to a bond and tie wonder.



TV Series: Homeland.
April 18, 2022.
Form: Limerick

Betwixt The Between

Writing
in margins
where words never go
The meaning
bipolar
whose ink doesn’t show
Living
inceptive 
divorced from the light
Married
to emptiness
— unstringing my kite

(The New Room: July, 2025)
Form: Rhyme

Schizoaffective

You’ve heard of schizophrenia and psychosis sure, 
And you’ve heard of bipolar and how there is no cure.  
But, why does nobody talk about the thing that is both?
The thing that also takes a mindset of growth.
Form: Rhyme

Bipolar

Blissfully on cloud nine or
Irritable beyond all recognition
Policing yourself to not hurt yourself
Only to hope its not to completion
Longing to be healthy and stable
Aggressive to the outsiders who 
Recommend Lithium for you
Form: Acrostic

Bipolar

BIPOLAR
Buoyant joyful spirits
but a garb, tormented
binary mind, prey to
betraying, grave  mood swings.
Brazeness doth  give way
brusquely to despondence;
blues to sadly,  hold sway.
Date Aug 16 2016
Name of contest 
PleiadesB
Form: Verse

Premium Member God shining through you during WW II

was nothing
next to you, and now, and bipolar
schizophrenia.

You create better art
than Picasso.

You write better poetry
than Shakespeare.

You are my sister
and that means more
than anything smaller
could ever hope to be.
© CC Bloom  Create an image from this poem.

Turn It Up

When my bipolar gets me down,
I do not take a med.
Crank up a disc of Johann Strauss;	
that gets inside my head.

I have been known to dance and hum
and waltz around the room.
That gay and happy music helps
me push away the gloom.
me
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member For Frat Twins In Class By Themselves

This march is over
each bipolar attacks
got all attention;
only, its been too long
pain of cold lingering.

I'll be your shoulder
I'll hand you coat of wool
I'll fan each hot fear
and when hope is lost, march
so forecast brings calm view.

*
Form: Tanka

Night and Day

Your beautifully bright like a summers day
the joy you bring makes me float away
into the clouds which bring the rain 
in your violence and rage
you cause chaos and pain  
the day becomes grey and i patiently await
the validation of your soothing rays.
© Scoot Gee  Create an image from this poem.
Form:

Bipolar

black

white

democrat

republican

right wing

left wing

bipolar

catholic

protestant

reform

orthodox

sunni

shiite

western

eastern

bipolar

love 

hate

truth

lies

happy

sad

smiles

cries

bipolar.

No Love

Here is just a short written melody
deeply heartfelt, but, so melancholy
some days i just wanna walk out and leave
but i love you far more than what's being perceived
do i love you? I'm bipolar so that just depends
I'm not sure if I even have love to give
Form: Bio

Poles Apart

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?
Form: Rhyme

Hot Mess Bipolar Express

Hot mess,
Bipolar express.
Welcome to my hypomanic hell,
Depression so intense 
It feels like a spell.

Mania,
The broken wheel on your shopping cart
That makes you really good at art.
Depression,
The isolation station
That it kills your imagination.
Form: Rhyme

Bipolar 1

With pain inside I tremble,my heat beat,
My heart beats im humble, 
I feel like I'm on a roller coster, 
I can feel i can feel
Thats what its like to feal the real pain inside
Inside outside upside down
Can this be as real as it seems
Yes it can 
Can't fail
Form: Bio

Bipolar Knave

tell it like it is, sweet babe, have a brother bipolar knave, disowned me last time we met, bipolar cant get off his chest... awful thing hey, coming off the zoloff quick, he was going to murder us just a bit.... bloody bipolar hey...Don Johnson
Form: Ballade

Wrath of a Sociopath

Wrath of a Sociopath

Wish Trump would take a bath
To wash away wrath of a sociopath
He loves living in his tower
Also even us over power
Did worst on speech and math.

Nothing ever adds up with Trump.
He also is bipolar if you haven't
noticed lately.

Jim Horn
© James Horn  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Limerick

Bipolar Learning Curves

As for this singular problem.
Whom is it to whom, within hands reach. 

Am I awake, I do dream? 
Thinking in multiples. 
The level of a very complex being.

Which if I must, I beg you to think. 
Is it not possible to solve them? 
Differences,
the same levels, whom made them?

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