Short Manic Poems
Short Manic Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Manic by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Manic by length and keyword.
Friends told me of some dude they trusted
But left out the part he was lusted
This mechanic, you see
Wanted to work on ME!
And I went home with tailpipe busted
I am running out of time.
I have one shot to make
But it is too far away
and I have few words to use.
@ what time
am I right?
@ what time
am I dumb?
@ what time
do you reap me?
Depressive Which Was Manic
My kind of depression had been manic;
Already considered doing another antic;
Screeching halt,
And my fault;
Broke big button that they labelled panic.
Jim Horn
All that
remains
of our
love
is a faded Polaroid,
a carton of cigarettes,
and two cases of beer.
I'll forget you soon,
but for now,
I'm cracking open
another one—
let's hope these
memories
blur!
All that
remains
of our
love
is a faded Polaroid,
a carton of cigarettes,
and two cases of beer.
I'll forget you soon,
but for now,
I'm cracking open
another one—
let's hope these
memories
blur!
Trump Paranoid and Manic Depressive
By Trump everyone has been annoyed;
Highly paranoid and we want to avoid;
Disaster like Titanic;
Depressive and manic;
Absence from White House will be enjoyed.
Jim Horn
Im dead im dead im dead
Will we ever get out of this
The mist took all of our vision
It's been so long since we've
known the moon
Are you still there
Calling to me, calming with me
We're stuck here
Never leaving
In the Manic Game
Lovely Jen a poetic romantic
A mask she hated with the pandemic
Rhinestone, pearls, a smiley face
She decorated the lace
Her boyfriend though she was kind of manic.
6/1/2022
A Funny Limerick - Any Theme Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Tania Kitchin
You're everything I've ever wanted
But that I cannot have
God can be so cruel
I've been dealt a bad hand
So can we hit the reset
To try another roll of the dice
Maybe fate will have mercy
Maybe you could be had
You manic pixie you
I only want your hand
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.
Flying high but just getting by
Thoughts occurring faster than I can take action
What will be others reaction
After being down for so long
Maybe this is where I belong
Heart racing out of control
Action that seems so bold
But yet why do I feel so cold
Manic canvas daze
Splashing teary blue
Handprint red
Torn out strands of aging grays
Emotions of tirades spent
Manic canvas daze
Cherry change of mood
Orange ray kisses spread
Green sorrys spray
Yellow smiles meant
Manic canvas daze
Really only white or black
The next time you cry,
Acknowledge the warmth of those salty tears upon your cheeks.
That is what it is to be alive.
To have,
To had.
The moment.
I assure you in those lonely moments,
You will feel how strong you are,
How resilient.
You can survive this life,
If only,
You Acknowledge
A dangerous mind and a broken soul,
Years of hiding had taken its toll.
A cry for help mixed in with a joke,
I'm getting too weary to carry the yolk.
A sense of reality that slipping away,
I'd reach out for help if I wasn't afraid.
Hours awake locked inside my own brain,
thoughts in my head that aren't very sane.
Form:
The Manic Depressive Cycle
I breathe into my lungs and soul,
The wind beneathe the bright blue sky.
My spirit stares into the sun,
And burns its passion on my mind.
Through unseen tears I watch myself,
Speak lines drawn from a comic play.
From dark warm depths I tear my heart,
And place it, bleeding, on your tray.
Manic-Depression
An illness that consumes me
Speaking endless lies to me
Misconstruing the world for me
Refusing to set me free
Binding me to self destructive tendencies
Cheating me of what life could be
Supressing the love within me
Strengthening the anger buried inside of me
Distorting the truth right before me
Making me too blind to see
We’re Manic.
Depression?
Still in question
Not for me
My mother knows, I sleep, in shoes
dirty clothes
with lithium
bottles
strewn
I chain myself
in working
panic
She’s Manic
She talks at speed
too fast for
God’s
Prayer to read
Excited, beyond
the force - Indeed
we’re manic
compulsively free
Form:
The world is asleep and yet I lie awake. Thoughts race through my mind. Trying to think good thoughts but they are so unkind. Worrying seems to put me in that place. It's a monster taking over my soul. I feel like I'm falling into a deep deep hole. Ride the wave till it's over. Melting down into a puddle. I try to sleep but all I do is toss, turn and fuddle.
Once upon a Monday manic morning I awoke in panic,
Panic with foreboding wrapped, into a world of troubles trapped,
I felt distinctly I’d been slapped, and from my bed of warmth been torn,
My eyes went wide, I cried and cried, that manic morn when I was born.
Submitted February 25, 2020 for the "Poe-etic Verse" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Charles Messina.
If I don’t get this done now, I could die before I finish.
So that means-
If I don’t get this done now, I will never die…
Because I am meant to finish this thing!
Is this a loophole to eternal life?
If so-
Maybe I should just give up!
Maybe I should just stay in limbo!
Living forever.
Wondering what life would be like.
If I had decided to finish that one thing…
Watch it disappear,
The quiet that you fear;
It’s heaven when you’re here.
I love you I don’t care;
I hate you, though, I swear.
Take me home somewhere.
The mania to quell,
The things they damn to hell;
I’m lost if you can’t tell.
I love you I don’t care;
I hate you, though, I swear.
Take me home somewhere.
Go back where you belong;
The center of my song,
Feels right to be so wrong.
Some days I love you,
I gave you my heart.
Other days you break it,
and tear it apart.
my life was almost perfect
until you came around.
Your memory still haunts me,
and your voice is always found.
All the "no's" and "what-if's" ,
come rearing ugly heads.
you have my mind,
and you never let it go.
Mr. Blue, welcome back.
I hope you like me well.
Because first you must destroy
me, your fragile poster child.
Excitedly I tell a story
I create
I think
I analyze
Life fascinates me once again
But now I will cry at a perceived slight
And overreact to the smallest thing
I will say things I normally wouldn't say
and I'll take forever to say it
My thoughts will change
Paranoia will set in
It is not fear of physical harm
It is fear of betrayal and abandonment
I will love, I will hate
I will destroy, I will create
I will fight, I will fail
off by all only slightly, like a biker wearing a white striped, black leather jacket passing through the middle of the lane.
"ive gone crazy before i can handle this"
"oh its eleven o' clock"
like a scene with an edited in shake and a man pulling at his hair yelling out
loud.
"i just want to live happily... normally happily"
"bah i cant bear it!!! i guess I'll give in"
on by all every so fully, as if the car got hit because of the biker
Dancing prancing
cry cry cry
Whirling twirling
die die die
Up on the roof top
Laughing with maniacal glee
Saddest moment ever
Keeping this to myself, as you can see
Shopping, buying everything in sight
Wishing someone would unplug me
Or turn out the light
Life of the party, collecting strangers all around
Falling fast, and hard, maybe to never again
Fully be found.
Dancing prancing
Cry cry cry
Bi-polar fun.
Why? Why? Why?