Schizophrenia Poems

Schizophrenia poems that are original and profound. Explore a brilliant collection of schizophrenia poetry that you can’t stop reading. These poems on schizophrenia are published by poets from all over the world and are sure to keep you High On Poems!

Schizophrenia Night (v2)

Schizophrenia Night (v2) long poem

Introduction: John Nash has suffered most of his life with severe paranoid schizophrenia and has gone on to be a celebrated American mathematician whose works in game theory, and differential geometry are appreciated around the world. The movie A Beautiful

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My Confined Mind

My Confined Mind long poem

Untamed self control my own worst enemy I can be I can not be the poison and the remedy The voices I hear are not in my head I hear the words as if they’ve been said. Horrific thoughts I

That Monster I Call Denis

That Monster I Call Denis short poem

I down my sorrow with pain that keeps bugging me again and again. just doesn’t ever leave me wants to hold onto my soul forever. Every time I think I win I start over again you see its clever. It

Split Mind

Split Mind long poem

Time passes by The birds flew high Grass is never greener on the other side They lied They lied Controlling your mind You’re being watched And they’re inside Your split mind Comedy and tragedy What is this horrid travesty The

Poems containing references to : Schizophrenia

At Stake

At Stake ballad

She smiled for a deep need of admiration Her world was of fantasy and delusion Her senses of mental fragmentation She welcomed someone When no one was there She never knew when she was sick Like demons tugging the stigma

Sleeping Soul

Sleeping Soul short poem

Helping myself wiping my tears , and trying to escape my fears . See myself scared confused clone , delving deeper into something unknown . Nostalgia from another night of no sleep , symptoms of my illness still creep .

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Opium-architecture

Opium architecture short poem

She says: I can smell the fear of your incompetence I harness you, to make real my “creativity” Your sweat nourishes my creation As I milk your labour to polish my David. Your gnawing stomach, I feed with ideas Pickle

In Memorium– Lest We Should Forget

In Memorium   Lest We Should Forget prose poem

Let us all bow , my countrymen In reverence, and gratitude To the memory of those bravehearts Who stood like an iron wall To defend the sanctity of Parliament The all faith shrine of democracy Despite death dancing around In

The Strange Bedfellows

The Strange Bedfellows long poem

I mused at the turn of event at the scene The landscape is replicate with the shapes and color not in harmony with what nature would have loved to create given his craftsmanship This was a human configuration to give

When Roses Bleed Thorns

When Roses Bleed Thorns ballad

When roses bleed thorns- it’s time to prune them. Waiting for seasons to change- is like waiting for silence to resolve- conflicts- a game of pride and rank. When roses bleed thorns- thistles outgrow the rosebuds; until color is lost

Will She Live?

Will She Live? short poem

Darkness engulfs her She wants to live It’s her right Will she be able to see the light Of the world outside Or will there be female foeticide? I want to know Will she be able to see her parents

Simply Mendacious

Simply Mendacious short poem

Somewhere between being expressive and fictitious I got lost. Never did it cross my mind such drama for nuance, Maybe am not that adroit; but lately you’ve been so vexatious, Delving into an endless rest- for a tinge of flattery

Undone

Undone ballad

You meant for me to come undone. But verbal attacks won’t keep me down. You lied about the lie you lied about. Now all I want from you is freedom. I have free will to pick and choose. I don’t

Time To Reconcile

Time To Reconcile long poem

Daily chores has no place for sentiment each one has plans earmarked for the day Busy person has no time to spare time with near and dear lazy person has no mind to think about near and dear Present generation

Melting

Melting short poem

first there’s feeling what is there can’t be rushed but sure can be ignored been doing that most of my life who would have thought that trying doesn’t help and stopping does so every once in a while I’m quiet

The Moon

The Moon short poem

Sometimes I just sit and observe its serene soft white splendor It makes me calm, tranquil and peaceful and full of vigor Its pure white glow makes everything look calm and nicer Even people’s faces look friendlier illuminated whiter It

The Abrupt Agony

The Abrupt Agony short poem

The sun is soaring up the sky the moon has shamed down , the crow commenced crooning with a despised voice , showing the sign of a new morn The mountains donned in a white gown continuing on the edge

Wavering

Wavering short poem

It is yet another moment Misbalance of nature is building up Can you become a life client? Or you wish to stay there at the top Of a corporation False education Apathetic, indifferent A natural element Sea level rise Greed

Death’s Reversal

Death’s Reversal short poem

Coming to cephalic withdrawl, sharing a deadly delusion, O my world – I will not ask, I will not take back. For my own liberation, I will set you free. I am reversing myself, my battles are still raging. The

Dancing With The Devil

Dancing With The Devil short poem

The jogger runs His daily mile His mind far away His face a weary smile The woes of the world Don’t mean a thing to him His world; his life His days are growing thin To be able to complete

End Of The Line

End Of The Line short poem

The heat of a sultry summers day and the news wasn’t good, you were going away. Vow’s made by the lovers brook are just trickling memories of a love that you took. A heart that once was full of life

Wonderful

Wonderful long poem

Chanrashekhar working in an Advocate’s chamber One room insufficient, two are in possession there He jumps from one room to another for nothing Starts talk to clients in one wing, completes in other wing There where the very client is

Mind Wanders

Mind Wanders short poem

The mind wanders, To that happy place, Still making me smile, Although it has been a while. The mind wanders in between pleasant moments, wondering how would it be right here, right now? It requites then, nodding ‘YES’! It would

Rich And Poor

Rich And Poor short poem

Penniless, I get up in the morning having eight hours of sound sleep feeling fresh and happy. don’t you feel I am rich in spite of being Poor ? Milliner, I get disturbed sleep the whole night and get up

Look to Behold

Look to Behold short poem

A look to behold A passion to fulfill A life to live An obligation to creed love, loss and the futility of it all… Buckle up still, while you can meandering valley of sorrowful loath sunrise of purpose and lost

July 18th- 2015

July 18th  2015 prose poem

365 days ago my life was forever changed. 12 quick months. 1 unbelievable year. He has a soul of fire and a mouth of destruction. He put me on a ride through hell and at the same time, a journey

Hell

Hell short poem

She was empty but filled with guilt and remorse She wanted to escape from her hell A hell she created herself The fire was burning, screams filled her world Consumed by her hatred and jealousy She begged for forgiveness, She

The Lost Song Of The Heart

The Lost Song Of The Heart short poem

Today I wish to sing a song The song of song of my life Of a merrier heart And a beautiful time When love was The only cause, And being together The only dream In a winter season That never

Life

Life short poem

If life is pain then be the release If life is sorrow then create joy If life is sickness then be the cure If life is short make it long If life is cold make it hot if life is

New Moon Spell

New Moon Spell short poem

NEW MOON SPELL in the backwoods of the Louisiana bayou, voodoo is alive and well… Calling on fire, wind, earth and water in the shadow of the torch lights as the dance of the dead is danced, caught up in

Star Struck

Star Struck short poem

I, thirst for nudging the butter lamp to peep inside the dark of a Shiva crater of human suffering, between your pain and my blood there was ancient history, where will you go now, no light has touched you so

Back To Front

Back To Front short poem

In a day when the light Follows evening not night It may be time for a second glance In the night when the moon Is a painted balloon It may be time to leave the dance Will we ever get

A Passionate Gardener To His Love

A Passionate Gardener To His Love short poem

Come live with me and be my love, And we will all the gardens trod, We’ll stroll along the springs and brook, On to some hidden cozy nook; Red roses by your neck I’ll hang, We’ll walk on grass that’s

April First

April First short poem

The thief helped the blind man up his front steps caressed his elbow and asked about lucky numbers and did he dream about more than one thing – was there smell and touch and sound, how could he tell if

Thank You

Thank You short poem

Do I appreciate your effort Effort that someone can’t give Do I need to consider all your sacrifies Sacrifies that I didn’t deserve I care for you But, this is not enough Enough to care and loving you Think that

You And I

You And I short poem

In your arms I found solace In my arms you’ll see thorns In your eyes I found truth In my eyes you’ll see regret In your smile I found joy In my smile you’ll see lies In your kisses I

It Must Be Jesus

It Must Be Jesus short poem

Music of the harp and a host of angels Singing of his glory. Well I am touched by Your compassion and because of you my cup Runs over. My spirit has been set free! It Must Be Jesus, It Must

Dream Girl

Dream Girl short poem

She takes both happiness and sorrow in her stride and she remains silent without a murmur so far nobody knows what is in store for her in life One who is close now would have been stranger once Tears of

Divorce

Divorce long poem

The Bygone years seldom had couple breaking up That was the period when intimacy meant sex and the couple had plenty of it too with off springs springing up too often having hardly a year gap between them Lady was

Who I Am

Who I Am prose poem

Why won’t anyone listen to what I say, one ear out the other or completely pushed away? My voice is soft yes but I still have a voice, just like others’ decision to listen is their very own choice. I

Battle Cries

Battle Cries short poem

The hopeless eyes and tear stained horror of a far-away, fragile gaze, where once a sweet and happy child dwelt, till the innocence of life was erased. The tears have dried up, cried out with the pain of battered beseeching