Short Mental Health Poems
Short Mental Health Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Mental Health by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Mental Health by length and keyword.
Feeling so unwell,
Almost as if in a Hell.
Almost like I am
Under some sort of a spell.
Hoping soon I will be well.
Pull the shades
Dim the lights
Hear the snores
No response
Just the crickets
My art dulls you?
It's my therapy
I have a sickness
in my soul,
a pain so deep
it boils,
it smeared my life
to and fro,
to the point I want to let go.
We are the sons of a storm
Our shield of a fragile meaning
The umbrella to the rain of life
Inevitable wetness, our fate
Foreshadowing all
my needs, My wants are to vague
My honor is wide
Nothing left for true reason
Insanity is my cave
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Change-gears negative to neutral.
Cherish each present moment.
Find meaning in goals.
Practice self acceptance, compassion!
Ever present, sometimes languished,
Almost gone, then reestablished.
This is why, defences high!
To your offer, no reply...
She wanted to die,
But they knew it was a lie.
She would always cry
After all of what she'd try
To end all the reasons why.
Mysterious book
It's covered in strange symbols
Silky blue binding
Its contents contain my fate
The language of a madman
Everyone on this planet would enjoy much greater mental health,
if everyone would just simply keep their opinions to themselves.
he followed my lead
obedient fool
an army of one
agreed
he is made up of many
made up of few
all within me
a need
there's a man
on a train
with his head
in his hands
I'm three seats behind
a man
on the train
with my head
in my hands
for your information
I am not a little toy brick man
with U shaped hands
and interchangeable heads
but the world I live in
is
Forgiveness is so simple
But only when the time is right
And that forgiving moment
Frees us of our pain and spite
(11/14/25)
Despair weaving up my spine,
engorging within body, mine.
And though I twitched and groaned today,
that feeling did not go away.
Feeling like I live
Inside bubble of sorrow.
Drowning in my mind.
All these bad dreams consume me.
Nothing at all what it seems.
The smoke stings my eyes
As every part of me dies,
While some part of me
Has a lot of endless cries.
But still I let us just be.
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!
I have nothing to live for.
I have nothing to die for.
If I die today, it will be nothing
If I live today, it will be for nothing
Silently sulking
By lake's soothing sounding waves.
Singing beneath stars.
Imagining sinking down:
How sad it would be to drown.
staring
into a cup
of coffee
staring into
a cup
of coffee
my entire life
behind my eyes
staring into a
cup
of
coffee
"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
Bad things happen,
trauma occurs,
resilience is what gets you through.
So bounce back,
as you have survived 100% of your worse days.
I neither want nor enjoy the role
Of being a tortured soul
Not sure if I’m doing right or wrong
With no real clue what's going on
I write,
About the things
That never happened
For the people
That never existed
To the souls who
Will never read
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