Short Mentalhealth Poems
Short Mentalhealth Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Mentalhealth by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Mentalhealth by length and keyword.
Pace and Pace
Till the room fades
Till the faces appear
and you're finally safe
Pace and Pace
Till the time passes by
Till the world is right
and it's finally mine
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.
Mental illness is simply like an open box,
Filled with expressions of beauty.
With letters of love and symbols of color,
Overflowing with emotional passion.
Not a basket, but a box.
We're just like you, but never closed.
In the depths of each painful crack there lies a sunrise, shining on the other side. Butterflies and birds whispering of new beginnings, sprouting out from all the pain. Beautiful flowers that grow from the dirt.
-From my book "Thoughts in Water, Feelings on Sand".
My biggest flaw
Is that I love
I love with my whole heart
I love everyone
I love the world
As much as I'll ever love anything
I suppose my flaw is not that I love
It is that I love what does not love me
And as such
I find it difficult
To love myself
But still I love
The mist sits heavily on my brain
Scrambled thoughts swim in the rain
No maps or even a road sign
Feet straddling the wavy line
Dragging around my heavy heart
Internal quakes tears me apart
Sticky webs drench my skin
I lust and yearn to just sin
Mirrors reflect fading angel wings
Playing solo on the swings
Enveloping pleasure on each drop
Secretly plotting the final stop
I have this strong hatred in my heart
for this one thing and its every part.
I hate how it thinks and how it acts,
I hate it in the present and in the past.
I'm sure I'll hate it in the future too,
It seems there's nothing I can do.
I've tried being accepting and I've tried being kind,
I've tried to run and I've tried to hide.
But here I am still stuck inside,
the dark depths of my own mind.
I will never forget the first time I lost someone to suicide.
The deafening screams that I created,
The shock,
Followed by the aftershock.
I will never forget you Matthew,
I won't let myself
forget you.
As to forget is to accept,
And if I accept your death,
I’m afraid of how the system we fought for so long will continue to fail people,
Will continue to allow people’s voices to go unheard.
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I hope you see,
Nakedness in between layers,
Feel the pattern of the leaves ,
that touching your skin, soft and free.
For a moment,
Forgot an impatient world,
And dance in slow motion with feather
To name the rivers that flow in you
To protect the inmost places within you .
When you have gone far from you,
I hope you surrender
to create your sunset spot
to touch the same rivers
Where you are not lost .
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