Short Bipolar Poems
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may have something in common:
bipolar disorder.
She became something.
“Great balls of fire!”
I am still trying.
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!
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
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
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
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
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.
Form:
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
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.
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)
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.
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
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
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.
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.
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.
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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.
Form:
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.
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
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?
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.
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
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
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
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?