Best Mental Health Poems

My mental health is complicated
Now euphoric, next sedated
Nightmares daily duplicated
All my friends are alienated 
Happy times? They're confiscated
Mental health is complicated 

My mental health is temperamental
One day strong, the next I tremble 
Demon thoughts in turn assemble
Scars you see? Not accidental!
Happy/sad so incidental
Mental health is...

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       CLOSING TIME AT THE PUB


The joy, the camaraderie, the smoke.
The great ale, my great friends in Chicago.
Old Town, North Avenue, twas Chicago,1967.
O' Rourke's Pub, where else?
Smoky, filled with excellent, lively,repartage 
and boisterous, glorious laughter.

Great friends like Roger Ebert,...

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Life is not as sweet as a bowl of golden glace cherries,
nor is there a golden illuminated future for a fruitless mind.
Trembling hands and gritted teeth disguise my disorderly brain, 
feeling lost in the mist, 
surrounded by drowned out voices.

Deceptive chanting charms plant everyday confusion,
with...

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My mind is a puzzle of cryptic metaphors.
whilst searching for my sanity,
I've become my own worst enemy.
In this cauldron of despair,
time is like sand in my hand -
an oxymoron poetic 
paradox of cruel compassion. 

Sadistic green eyes bring my demise,
as my sighs are captured by...

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nothing spoils this surface view ~ see me
crave attention, gift empty touch  
tonal mask veils flaws and vices  
face alter ego and kneel

to feed the shallow shadow that circles 
~ around gossamer tears of the grieving moon,  
as silenced streaks of tongue-twisted...

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A Look Back at Eighteen Months Here-The Show is Over

When your poems reside in a shoe,
like mine,
pounding the pavement to nowhere.
The onset of blisters isn't imagined.
Those blisters take roots,
hindering your motivation
to move-
and to continue to write.
It hurts.
Seeing those poems take residence
in pity.
Sans the
comfort of
leather and...

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Fight or flight mode always on
Can't explain to anyone
what is going on in life
Internal/External strife

"Take a breath; you'll be alright"
Set a match to dynamite
World without is going mad
World within is getting sad

Cortisol spikes all the time
Rarely am I doing fine
"Wake up! Someone's calling you!"
"Look around!...

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Desperation, draw me not like magnets pull
But once again let saneness possess me in full
Do not ravage me like a lion upon its prey
Block not the seeds of thoughts that come to save the day

Like limbs of a tree in the presence of a gale...

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We Are All the Same
Listen to the reeds as they sway apart;
Hear them speak of lost friends.
At birth, you were cut from your bed,
Crying and grasping in separation.
Everyone listens, knowing your song.
You yearn for others who know your name,
And the words to your lament.
We are...

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I emerged / born with a silver pen in hand
…and a tempest raging within.
Words writhe, a serpent's coil
…tightening their grip
A soul adrift in a sea of 
…self-made iniquity.

I buried my daddy 
…in the black shoe
…by the Yew tree
Yes, I, the beekeeper’s daughter
…bearing the weight of...

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I walk o u t...

I am lost in unapproachable light—a spectral broth
I am tasting the screaming silence—the archetypal observer
dissects my essence-fossil Passion
a seismic rupture between life/death/rebirth
gnaws at my marrow This dilemma-kudzu
coils tight, constricting tomorrow's breath

Death stalks me, a shadow with obsidian fangs
Sin's fruit—a parasitic putrefaction—
erupts...

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Line of enquiry:
“God within me is the enjoyer of the aroma
As also this dopamine boosting flavour I taste
I surrender all pleasures to the dweller of my heart
Breath by breath thus that my soul presence be chaste”

When ego controls a soul's mortal direction,
some remain asleep without...

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Belief is the nemesis of uncertainty,
in times of torment we keep faith 
in God's gift of blessings bestowed upon us.

In a world without morals
Children of summer seek refuge
in colder climates;  leaving behind
loved ones in the care of the almighty.

In days of Devilish darkness,
sad stars hibernate like...

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I leave the sun-dappled autumn sidewalk, entering the office

The empty chair there lingers.
dark tendrils coiling in my mind—
my blind rage pleading for quiet healing.

flashbacks clash like striking thunder
opening buried treasures of truth.
and in that final brand searing cry
My heart reborn, mindlessly adrift in spectral mist.

I...

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Someone near and dear to me 
Has a child with Downs Syndrome,
Who, more often than not
Is beyond difficult to control.

The little boy is six years old 
But acts as if he’s two,
He can’t speak at all, just yells a lot 
Throwing wild tantrums until he’s...

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