Bipolar Poetry

Historically people with Bipolar Disorder are talented, musically, artistically and poetically. Enjoy this bipolar poetry about life, depression, and many times the funnier side of life.

Get me off this rollercoaster
Get me off this ride
Please stop me from going up
And down the other side

Lead me through this carnival arcade
Ringed by manic clowns
Who continually laugh at me
And all my ups and downs

Alone upon the tunnel of love
I feel so damn depressed
At other times I feel so high
I don't care who I stress

But in-between these turbulent times
My life seems so mundane
It's during these times I realise
What it means to feel sane

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What about these voices
To me they seem so real
My head is full of images
Telling me how to feel

All they do is manifest
At night inside my head
Filling me with temptations
No other can comprehend

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Bipolar Poetry

My mind is spinning
Faster and faster it goes
Knowing no bound it continues to spin
Slowing when nobody knows.

_________________________________________________________________ I went to see the moon today
I also swam the sea
Stopping for lunch I shared with God
And the Holy Trinity

After a long and provoking lunch
They finally said to me
You know my boy you're wasting your life
Just put your trust in me

But my counsellor said that I was high
No matter how I feel
But I don't care what she said
Because I know it was real

Since that day I've picked up my cross
And followed the Christian walk
Preaching to all who care to listen
I follow with deeds and talk

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What does Bipolar mean
What does it mean to you
When polar means at the ends
And bi means just two.

A simple word it seems to be
But one with a damning curse
When there are few who understand
And without our lives get worse

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Up and down and round and round
Our psyche it goes reeling
Our lives full of mixed emotions
And no-one can tell how we're feeling

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