Short Manic Depression Poems
Short Manic Depression Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Manic Depression by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Manic Depression by length and keyword.
Pandemic Manic Depression
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
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Categories:
manic depression, creation,
Form:
Limerick
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....
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Categories:
manic depression, mental illness,
Form:
Rhyme
Manic Depression
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...
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Categories:
manic depression, courage, crazy, depression, emotions, grief, me, pain,
Form:
Free verse
Manic-Depression
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....
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Categories:
manic depression, life
Form:
Verse
What Has To Stay
Like I want to erase the fear
before I light a remote fire
in the blue veins.
Actually this was the crisis of self pride
in manic depression
seeking the anonymity of toes
tracing the footpath.
Becoming a paper-boat
in the winds of flesh and fancies
on the choppy sea of death.
No spinal pain for candles
to burn in courtyard
of sunken faith.
Red grapes in a tiny bowl
leap to lips of sun
for sons and daughters.
SATISH VERMA...
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Categories:
manic depression, art,
Form:
ABC
''For Our Remission''
Our psyches form an eerie mood;
we hold the fearful, bated breath
(the melancholy that makes us brood).
We smell the scent of gloom's despair;
we feel the menace of sudden death:
how broken we just are to care!
Thank God for him, the heaven's Lord;
our fight with misery and pain
ends with the gift of his great Sword;
the tears of manic-depression
flow down our tear-stained cheeks again:
but now they're for our remission....
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Categories:
manic depression, faith, grief, happiness, hope, joy, sad, sorrow,
Form:
I do not know?
What Has To Stay
Like I want to erase the fear
before I light a remote fire
in the blue veins.
Actually this was the crisis of self pride
in manic depression
seeking the anonymity of toes
tracing the footpath.
Becoming a paper-boat
in the winds of flesh and fancies
on the choppy sea of death.
No spinal pain for candles
to burn in courtyard
of sunken faith.
Red grapes in a tiny bowl
leap to lips of sun
for sons and daughters.
SATISH VERMA...
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Categories:
manic depression, adventure, allegory, angst, animals, anniversary, art
Form:
I do not know?
Moods of Mania
Manic Depression is all she can say, Manic Depression her moods swing
that way.
One minute she's up, one minute she's down, like riding on a constant
Merry-Go-Round.
So if she doesn't answer her front door or the phone it only means please,
leave her alone.
And do not take it personally these manic phases that you see, it's a
chemical imbalance inside her brain that makes her act a little insane....
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Categories:
manic depression, confusion, life, on writing and words, depression,
Form:
Rhyme
Fading Away
Somedays i keep it all locked down inside,
When my inner spirit chooses to run and hide.
It builds and builds to this manic depression
Where ive come to accept my lifes regression.
I watch things held precious slip away
I surrender to hopelessness day by day
I look to my pen and paper or keypad as my only release
Or crying out to God on my hands and knees
But the chasm grows wider as it swallows who i used to be
And my mirror slowly phases out the real me....
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Categories:
manic depression, depression,
Form:
Rhyme
Lourdes
Bernadette prayed,
wore straw knee pads
and
built a cathedral incarnate.
Remains of the glorified were
sun baked shingles upon her roof.
Beaded mercy chips
and
pieces of blessed palms
sewn by dainty hands;
her mausoleum.
Visionary lass -
the divine enchantress
taught you to devour
a million agonies
and
digest the callous sins
of modern day charlatans -
who foolishly attributed
your pious actions
to
telltale symptoms of
manic depression....
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Categories:
manic depression, devotion, faith,
Form:
Free verse