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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Birthday

Birthday short poem

Shot in the face an insider tells the story of withdrawl of the vision thing. Crooked hands lift the frozen lake to drimk the elixir of death. Lonely home inspires the dark bird to land on the window of mountain

A Grand Confusion

A Grand Confusion prose poem

Do you deem it courage? Or is it a kind of outrage Sparking off the blood-hued flares Igniting all particles of wrath present in the air Curses etched on the strips of little paper Nailed into the cloth flesh of

Thorn

Thorn short poem

I cannot bare to see it now! It’s symbol so forlorn. The Passion we so fondly show To place your crown of thorn! And yet, it harbours life, in droves; For all things come from you! This delicate, sense filled,

Mental Or Physical Chains?

Mental Or Physical Chains? long poem

Sometimes we are blind, The truth is visible, But we can’t see, We struggle to fight our mentality, Your eyes can see, But your mind is inflexible, Even though, The past is gone, In our mind, it remains fresh, Chaining

Smells Murder

Smells Murder short poem

a savage desire to severe off one’s neck, the song will get a name in troubled mind, to remove the stain on tongue of black spider, you will think again to commit your sleep for that beautiful death: guess what

Nativity

Nativity short poem

While walking alone Speaking without words Yet hear all except human voice Amidst trees and woods and lawn Hearing the never exasperated rhythm Sung by the flowing waters The stories murmured by the passing breeze The shrill of squirrels We

In The Silence Of My Mirror And Other Roadside Hazards

In The Silence Of My Mirror And Other Roadside Hazards short poem

In the silence of my mirror I watched her for three lights— While her lips became animated yawps Dancing along with her twirling hands– First one, then the other A surly communicative dance where impatience reigns a rain of words.

My Rock

My Rock ode

My heart is broken Like a worn out glass Eyes sunken Head bleeding inside My mind screams Nobody could hear My shattering dreams A ray of light appears Piercing into the inner depths The sea of darkness gone Killing the

Harvesting

Harvesting short poem

Unsown peaks of fear under aggression. I ask you to make a choice between I and inventing yourself. I will not abandon the tree: the animal, renunciation. The belief and emptiness will find symbols of foreverness. Ephemeral colors; Leaves will

Voice In My Head

Voice In My Head prose poem

It’s always absurd To give up everything and run after something that’s never been achieved without even knowing if thats anyway possible A total dreamer missing everything at every point believing in instincts that are just abstract emotions Maybe its

Lost Love

Lost Love short poem

I tell you love is but a dream. I vow never again to love, never again to be lost in the soft glow of orange light where love does grow and confound, bringing only confusion. I know now, know all

Fathers, We Have A Question For You

Fathers, We Have A Question For You long poem

The fish in the river died And the river became foul smelling. There was blood all over In containers both of wood and of stone. In houses both of Pharaoh and the peasants In nations, both of the government and

Unravelling

Unravelling short poem

An outcast, stripped and beaten up, the sickle moon smears the clouds with blood. I hate to wait for – the sun to undo this mess, an ethnic mutilation will bring a chaos. Nursing the peripheries, tribes were in pursuit

Refugee

Refugee short poem

The azure sky, the swirling waters presented a picturesque backdrop The tourists, backpackers heaved a sigh of relief All were far from the maddening crowd On a quest to find inner peace. Then they saw what looked like a log

Love is a Game

Love is a Game short poem

Walking there on those roads, you were coming with someone else… Its funny how life unfolds, even the best of the efforts fail…! How quickly you moved on, while I still am where I was before… All by myself, alone,

Books Of Novel

Books Of Novel prose poem

Books of novel are tetra-packs. Fruits of society are manually picked up crushed, mixed in neat proportions and sealed to make fresh fruit juice. Goodwill achieved by the presenters put wings to the packages. It’s a different world in the

No Gods

No Gods prose poem

In a fleeting moment of your life you will make a decision that changes your life forever Remember that moment and you can see into the other future you would have led A memory of one’s self is a striking

Recorded Message

Recorded Message short poem

Robots on the line, With their tedious whine. Options galore, Just hit buttons one to four. What happened to the good old days, When real people used to say, Hello and how can I help you, And what was that

Lonely Island

Lonely Island ballad

On a small island cast away Lost in thought lonesome I stay Early stars shining in the evening sky Where am I, alone I wonder Why? Lonesomeness beckoning fear I see A magical book appears from the blue Emitting rays

The Time Has Come

The Time Has Come ode

It’s time to leave Far far away from here Go away please There’s no need to fear. Your time has now come Don’t fight anymore There’s nothing to escape from You just need to let go. You must understand, I

Service

Service long poem

cracking bones in the kitchen use the heavy knife swallows on the lawn want inside paint the hand-tied rug with fleet shadows you’ve used up all the hot water old iron bathtub ringing like a gong this tone your elbow,

A Story About Me

A Story About Me prose poem

This is me. What do I look like? Well…I look a bit like this: Tall, slim, longish hair… But what colour is my hair? Blond? Brown? Bubblegum pink? And how does my story go? Well…it goes something like this: You

The Enviable

The Enviable short poem

A moment of pause was needed in the eerie lull after the gathering of dreams, to enter the corridor of voices. We stopped looking through our tongues, across the bitterness of burning river, after the mud in our eyes. The

Rising Wishes

Rising Wishes short poem

I saw a hope, hope rising up in the air or was it a wish wish following someone’s prayer? I traced it to the point point till it disappeared pondered there for a while then another one appeared. I also

Tramp Of Laughter

Tramp Of Laughter short poem

Behind a moving lens, though all in black and white, He became the best at laughter with all of his might. With a flimsy cane at hand and the heart of a champ He wondered the streets like an innocent

Dear Barres

Dear Barres short poem

Why you so tough You make my fingers so rough The more I try to move ahead Oh my! One or two will be dead And however hard I may try You will make sure you make me cry One

Bed Rest

Bed Rest short poem

Razor Shells and fleshed-out stitches. Endless boredom, life just glitches. Non stop breeding and a circle’s lining, Eggs incubation, feelings thrown astray. I don’t need more problems, just stay away! Adorn a blanket robe like I’m 5 years old. Still

The Thrumming Essence Of Our Love

The Thrumming Essence Of Our Love long poem

I used to wait by the curb Listening from that familiar thrum At a distance a soft purr at best The closer the approach, the closer the crescendo Each time you came to a halt near me The engine still

The Infinte

The Infinte prose poem

I am called Balaji in Tirumala; I am called Rama in Bhadrachala; In Sholapur I am Panduranga; In all His temples, I am called Naarasimha; In Mathura I am Govinda; These but names that called I am; In wayside temple

Eulogy To The Age Of Iron

Eulogy To The Age Of Iron ode

As a result of abundant endowment, A state in nature, ensured of security A stage of impasse had we reached, Below which a formidable breech, The means of effectiveness without, Our primitive tools of war betrayed. Despite the valour we

Adam’s Mend

Adam’s Mend short poem

The bald mannequin, stands undraped, without genitalia moving the lips. The choreographer walks in caressing the knobs to open the invisible door. There would be knife between the teeth and dance in the flames to lift up the veil, to

Aroma of coffee.

Aroma of coffee. short poem

On a rainy morning, An aroma of coffee, Is a toast of love, A blended moment, Of the heart and soul. In sorrow or joy, Not dwelling in, Words of war, Enjoying life’s fragrance, With a bouquet of flowers. Sharing

Baby Grand

Baby Grand long poem

Imagine if you will As you read this tale A dramatic crescendo Of the musical scale. Our story commences Beyond picket fences, Within a house so grand In a variety of senses. Up an ornate stairway, Past sculptures and statues,

Not Died Yet

Not Died Yet short poem

No, not died yet, Destruction, doesn’t mean death. Now, shine is more intense than before, Broken things have more edges than a whole one. Now, light is entering through cracks, Now, no need to be whole again. It will lead

Something To Say…

Something To Say… short poem

Am I happy? Am I sad? Have I been good? Have I been bad? Look at me crippled Over there Look at me dancing Everywhere Am I really sitting still? Am I climbing up that hill? I am weaving my

I Wonder

I Wonder short poem

Some times I feel that things have lost meaning small joys don’t matter any more we all are running to where, we don’t know. and once in a while we pause for someone who can’t run anymore then leave the

This Day

This Day long poem

I thank you Lord for this day and for this day Lord I pray. I pray for the church, may it stand tall and strong, for your church is much needed for a world that’s gone terribly Wrong. I pray