Bipolar Poems

Bipolar poems bring the best collection of short and long bipolar poetry. Poems for him and her and every poetry lover. These great bipolar rhymes are so amazing they will touch your heart and keep you craving for more. Hope you find your own deep meanings in these bipolar poems. They are decent, rhyming, free spirited and true. Thoughts on bipolar are here for you.

Check The Pulse

Check The Pulse short poem

It’s a little hip if you love me it’s a little hip if you don’t and i’ma break down like most people won’t it’s the way it is will and was don’t ask why just because impulse is the pulse

Poems containing references to : Bipolar

Beat The System

Beat The System short poem

Bipolar Disorder is a strongly built conglomerate of depression and mania that yet fails to monopolize on the brain of it’s victim when under medication. Medication to bipolar disorder is like an audit; closely inspected, then revised when an error

Stones In Crypt

Stones In Crypt short poem

It was midnight moon cruising in the bedroom. I step aside in the depressed window, watch the overwhelming spillover. I listen, then do not listen to alien voices of bipolar beings, speaking Aryan, artfully in cryptic signs crunching the bones.

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End Of The Road

End Of The Road short poem

If you leave me tonight I’ll put up a fight But will it be worth it And what will it change? Are you leaving tonight Well maybe you’re right I guess it’s for the best You’ll be needing a rest

Behind The Beauty

Behind The Beauty short poem

Beauty! The quality of being pleasing The experience of “beauty” often involves an interpretation of some entity as being in balance and harmony with nature, which may lead to feelings of attraction and emotional well-being. Behind the beauty Is the

Soaring

Soaring prose poem

Once again my mind takes flight . Looking at all there is to see. Wandering through different times and realities. Following things as perhaps they might be. Different story lines as far as any mind’s eye can see. Dizzying vistas

Time/illusion

Time/illusion prose poem

What is time? Is it something we have? Was it granted to us from the great beyond? What do we do with time? I mean, we only have so much of it. Is time an illusion, something not really there?

A Voice within…

A Voice within… short poem

There is a voice in me, I listen to barely. Invisible as phantom shadows, It haunts me, taunts me. I sip some poison Inebriated; It flaunts me. It knocks me off, Scissors me in two, ‘Good or evil, whose baby

When Weaving Stopped

When Weaving Stopped short poem

The grain of wood was nuanced for naked aggression. The groping could not find the plasma. Some non-believers were deemed insane by rust-tainted smiles of shimmering stars. Defiant was the crushed grass after caressing the moon in lonely night. The

Contagious Contentment

Contagious Contentment short poem

I am not here to change the world. Yet I want to change you. And make you fly high. My smiles are on discount And it’s free for you. You better smile back at me Trust me it won’t cost

I hate love

I hate love short poem

So tell me now, where do I go? I gave you hostility. I’ve been down this road. We say no more but it’s not the end. This isn’t over. Not just yet. It’ll continue. I’ll watch you fall. I could

Amidst Recall

Amidst Recall short poem

  Effervescent is the youth Making a merry recall Innocent is the child Seeking treasure in all Placid is the thought When I stare in oblivious Wind whispers tenderly Wet sand my feet caress Waves lash to and fro Making

My Soulmate

My Soulmate ode

In the blink of an eye My world crumbled. Catastrophe struck my life Leaving me numb. My soulmate, my childhood mate, Whose shoulder I had oft wept on, Who had remained steadfastly loyal, Just vanished out of my life. My

Pink Eyes

Pink Eyes short poem

Pigments on rocks were darkening. Violence had permeated like skunk. Enough to go numb. Stream of blood. Entire limbs were missing. You want to go insane, deoxygenated. The bomber was going to face a firing squad. Were you ready to

Summer Rain of a Dad

Summer Rain of a Dad short poem

He sounded very feeble Unlike the man he once was “I heard” he said “what you wrote” Picking on a Love Hate duel; An innocuous note that I have penned in an obscure magazine. “How come you feel that I

There Is Another Dream

There Is Another Dream short poem

There is another sky of brighter days where empty heart has its fill, where another beauty glimmers on the blades of grasses. Another sunshine shoots its arrows through the clouds of a new sky. never mind my faded dreams, never

Identically

Identically short poem

The town was fissured. It does not listen to me that moribund heart, now. The biome was ready to set on fire all the smiles. No person of god will lead the prayers to grave. Let the dust meet the

Revolt Of A Sutra

Revolt Of A Sutra short poem

Spooked by a two headed snake, a double of a living person squirms. A moral crisis comes out of a cage. The private space is violated and bloodbath of robins start- to understand the unrest. Antimatter will keep the mystery

A Defeated Man

A Defeated Man short poem

The man that created me is old and defeated His paralyzed and tired body fights not to get discouraged Yet, with his inability to do any activity constantly is reminded That life is not so kind when you are disabled

Lake Scenes

Lake Scenes short poem

DREAM Ambling on beach in dark when the lake laps at the feet. Sometimes I wish to walk away on the water like a dragonfly. MORNING Trying to figure out what happened? Lake Huron went into flames! MOONLIGHT Up, above

Enough

Enough short poem

we all get there eventually our own line in the sand then its time to move on with your hat in your hand though not with regret but with lessons well learned bid farewell to the past and the battle

Pure White

Pure White short poem

Pure white I cannot fathom the multi-hues you hide within yourself On a baby swathed in white you take on the colour of innocence and joy On a pious man you are coloured with selflessness On a doctor you take

Mockery

Mockery short poem

Entering into deathless trance the moon was galloping across the clouds, clad in blue winds, for a spiritual encounter with the sky. A saint in making, a grandson of god, retreats in a religious retreat to taste a forbidden pain

What Kind Of God Would Treat Us This Way?

What Kind Of God Would Treat Us This Way? prose poem

What kind of God would treat us this way? In mankind the wide spectrum between evil to good can be found. In some, such kindness, while in others a wickedness not to be believed is in play. The ancients believed

Holy Spirit

Holy Spirit long poem

whispers… a shudder, to frolic in the dire ambiance a spiritual awakening a peace that passes all understanding the go between the comforter a heart saturated with truth in order to withstand the true test of time angelic premonition a

Love Sonnet 116

Love Sonnet 116 sonnet poems

I watched some clouds the way we used to do, Discerning shapes formed every now and then, When once, a figure looked so much like you, That brought me back feelings so sweet again; It was such joy that flaunts

Tiny Yet Grand

Tiny Yet Grand ode

Smiles that crinkle the corners of their eyes, Hugs that squeeze the life into my heart, Mountains of joy, Rivers of love, Growing and running for the skies up above. Hands to reach and play, explore, Feet to ground them,

The Butterfly Stroke

The Butterfly Stroke short poem

A beautiful butterfly sits on my palm, Radiating the brilliance of its colors, Shades unseen, unfathomable… I am so mesmerized; I close my other palm on it to make it my own. I peek through the void created by my

Devour

Devour short poem

Devour my soul like a flame, And let the burns show, No one will give you blame, When radiant it will glow! Love will surround the blaze, Tender will be the pain, No winds can then deface, What the soul

Reflections

Reflections short poem

There was a time when I sat still. Soaking in unavoidable truth. Choosing instead to sit and bathe in a world of thought. The sun peeked through the window, concerned by the calmness that struck my lips. A sudden grip

The Bookshelf Of Memories

The Bookshelf Of Memories long poem

I was five, a little girl, could hardly reach there; where the memories hid themselves, Eyes whispered something to my mind, what is so special about the shelf? A dusty red book, a thread of black to bind its old

My Happiness Is My Confidant

My Happiness Is My Confidant short poem

I found this “Happiness” A bit, a while ago My mornings became brighter And nights more poetic Though my past days were happy There was something missing I dig deeper to know me But in vain it went for years

In You Lives My Country

In You Lives My Country short poem

I am seeing my reflection, In your pure innocent eyes, You grin ear to ear, Taking in my surprise! You garland me with your arms, I wrap you in mine, My clouded self forgotten, I relish our big hug time!

Charred Mistakes

Charred Mistakes short poem

Inside me, I take a turn. By tightening the noose hangman feels liberated. In the grave, charred mistakes waking under the massive ashes of slaughtered sun, grieve for the light. Time was death. Every lovely tree was time, leaving footprints

In love with self

In love with self short poem

A lonely piece of night on my palm Restlessness maturing to blissful calm Shapes of life moulding in me Fencing the fields of destiny Solitary thoughts rooted in self Refusing support, rejecting help Unwinding the core, reaching within To bones,

I Loved A Man

I Loved A Man short poem

In the budding days of youth In the spring time of growing mind While dreaming of being a Woman I loved a Man Question do I pose myself Why did I love him? Thousand times answer echoes It was his

Happiness

Happiness short poem

Happiness is Smiling joyfully at a stranger frowning; Making him smile; problems drowning. Happiness is Waving wildly at a high-flying plane Making many feel that we are insane. Happiness is Raising up both our hands to the sky As we

Inspiration

Inspiration short poem

A bell rope secreted within you not some feeble metaphysics and not hemp or modern plastic more something like an umbilical pink-gray and kinked you feel it run through your parts aching in your Achilles like a misplaced wad of

Shikara Rider

Shikara Rider short poem

In these nights of raining moonlight I ride a shikara… I row away Looking the shores of lost days… I am moving alone through this canopy of water in which the sky poured the melted silver…, in search of the

Red Hot Lover

Red Hot Lover long poem

Oh only in my wildest dreams Did I ever dream of someone as Hot as you, only in my dreams has Anyone ever made me so wet and Feel so damn good, little did I know Yesterday the dream would