Category: Mental Health Poems
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Waiting For Wisdom – Keeping Faith During Hard Times
“Have this mind among yourselves, which is yours in Christ Jesus,who, though he was in the form of God, did not count equality with God a thing to be grasped, but emptied himself, by taking the form of a servant, being born in the likeness of men. And being found in human form, he humbled himself…
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The Neglected Lover – A Love Poem About Self Love and Loving Yourself
Sometimes it is easy to love your neighbor, but much more difficult to have self love. Self loathing and self-hatred are real problems for some people. You would never treat others or hold them to the same standards as you do yourself, so why do you keep doing it? You’re just as deserving of love as…
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The Problem With Pain – A Poem
The problem with pain is its ability to cast a spell over us, convincing us it’ll last forever. The weakest mind can handle temporary havoc, but when faced with a future filled with nothing but misery, we all become broken – lost, scared, and uncertain about how we’re going to make it through another day.…
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Sweeping Up the Past – A Poem
Sweeping up the shattered shards of old, unfulfilled dreams, He smiled, Knowing that what he’d been searching for Had stood right in front of him all along – He’d just needed the courage To reach out and grasp it, To release his grip on the past, Open up his hands, And let it shatter upon…
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SAD – A Poem About Winter and Seasonal Affective Disorder
SAD – A Poem About Winter and Seasonal Affective Disorder The wind whips against the shutters.Brutal blasts of cold swirl in the breeze.Hope seems tattered and scattered,lying buried beyond the brink of spring. As I gaze out from within my frozen fortress,I square off, locked in a duel with death.Fighting against the feelings of emptinesslodged deep…
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Introspection – A Poem
Stop chasing trouble. It doesn’t follow you without an invitation to walk through your door. So why do you seem so surprised when it uses your heart to mop the floor? Can you simply not see the signals? Can you really not recognize the signs? Or are you just unable to face yourself in the…
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The Cardinal – A Poem
The Cardinal – A Poem Scarlet red against the snowy white, I see you at the feeder munching on sunflower seed. You do not know me. But I know you. I’ve watched you from the window-sill, perched upon the feeder, cracking seeds open with your beak in the early morning winter, ruffling your feathers to…
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Deimos and Phobos
I lie awake in the night, scratching and clawing at my skin. Hoping if I peel the layers right, I can shed the hell within. Hoping to quiet the hellish howling – the fear that threatens my every breath. Hoping to stop the false visions warning of an ever-approaching death. Heart beating in my ears…
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Fortified
These castle walls have been built by the tears and pain of my own heart. Each stone carefully constructed and sealed in layers of mortar to make sure there are no breaches, that no enemy reaches my inner domain, no intruder is able to sneak and slip between the cracks. I’ve built these walls strong…
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One Determined Day At A Time
I plucked the pieces of forbidden fruit and bit into them, ravished by their taste – devouring the memories my mind had shielded me from for far too long. They tasted sweet on the tongue, left me reminiscing for the days when I was young, but lingered too long and became bitter – the winter of…
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A Christian Poem About Sin and Temptation
A Christian poem about how easy it is to be tempted by sin and excuse it, only to then find yourself bound by it.
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Walk On
If the road stretches you, walk on. Sprint, stumble, or crawl but walk on. Don’t look for the exit signs, the mile markers, rest stops, or places to lodge. Fix yourself to the road ahead, not the distractions on the sidelines. Hold your destination firmly in your hands and grip it tight, or else it’ll…
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