This is about the comedian steven fry and his strugle with bipola disorder



Bipolar, in the eyes of fry

Beyond the ember in my eyes, my subtle poise, and slanted smile,
Under many a guise of happy glow put out to settle and reassure.
Underneath my tepid skin, lurking still and kept within,
Lies desire, and tender yearning, a quiet burning for something more.
I need something new I feel, something real, I really need,
Something true and sound indeed.

And through the years IV thumbed, my bones with fear, have crumbled
My unwieldy blind tumble, gaining wounds from which I bleed.
I do so want all things to change, swap something bright, for something plane
And Without complaint id gladly exchange this loathsome lie I lead.
I need something new I feel, something real, I really need,
Something true and sound indeed

My awkward chest is heaving and from my mouth each breath is leaving
A Soft and tailored wind, that’s fleeting, once expelled forever free.
On its crest, a whisper faint, in words made happy, reluctant I paint
A lazy smile, a phoney glee a portrait of joy, but not of me.
I need something new I feel, something real, I really need,
Something true and sound indeed

Inside my jovial leaning, a dower side is dark and beaming
Inside my eyes bluest spark lurks a mood of mostly dark
Inside my smile, beyond my eyes lies a child who for freedom cries
Racked in ruin and torn in two, so unsure of what to do
I need something new I feel, something real, I really need,
Something true and sound indeed

some more poems





soft

shards of soul

a fragment of ego revealed

and a tear

from words

harsh

On you my love my summer was built
Its grandest days blue
Until that winter when ice did brake
And conspired to swallow you
From Beneath the chill the sky turned black
And your form was lost to the past
I can only wish id heard it crack
And summer would forever last

------------------------------------------------------------------------

The eyes in the boy near
Watched lovers play all sweet
Warm velvet the glove and loin sparkle
And the girl her hair so neat
From out the thickest green
His Tear-filled eyes have poured
Made soft and gentile with regret
For the girl he once adored

I hate the word or
Its a word that makes you choose
a choice of two you adore
one of which you,ll loose
i think i prefer the word and
as a choice is not required
you can keep both you love in hand
and feel truly and deeply inspired.

How keanly lent your smile apears
so glossy and bent with light
what lies beneath its twisted slant
sets my heart in fire alight
in your eyes soft pools of glass
i see myself in love
in tears i turn in years gone past
on earth and heaven above



any comments /critisism welcome

Soft

pools

of liquid

frame your eyes

regret

for times lost

my love

as allways

True

How should one criticise a poem? A poem is a poem...it just IS....like a painting...

But comment.....?

I 'enjoyed' these poems, if that's the right word. Maybe 'appreciated' would be a better description.

There is a sense of deep sadness...the tortured soul of the 'artist'.....suffering and searching.




PS...You're not ACTUALLY Steven Fry are you?... (no need to answer that..... )

Like from Futurama?

lol not quite it refers to the comedian steven fry altho futurama is great

With a far away memory of a comedians laugh
of a lovers touch , of smiles and cherry pie.
ILL submit to dust and swells in thunder and guns
as a soft target in a toy war made of sons and tears.
Ill lay by curbs as breath recedes and eyes close
Ill think of the love that is lost in my passing
and ill shed no tears for the life i leave.

I have no regret for the Impossible dreams and futures lost
or for the flag for which i lay down my head.
As in peace i came and at war ill leave
im 1 man in many lost in the calm fight.
As darkness reclaims the light
And with a sigh,a gasp ,a last breath fleeting
I see my end, ......my love .....and my life.

Wow.

Ups and downs, so many emotions link the good and ponder the bad.
It really does hurt to love and live with it.
His emotional pain must have been extreamly overwhelming.

This winters past and a love is lost
A shadow cast at such a cost
A moving car and a tear is made
A fleeting life that could not be saved
A mothers ruin a missing son
a fathers hurt of life undone

Is it me
Am i alone
All broken in two
And here on my own
Set out apart
Looked on with doubt
All ways the fool
The odd one out


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Quite evocative and excellent delivery of capturing slices of real life. Bipolar especially is my favorite in how it reveals what is behind the smile at times, the hidden feeling, the wanting of something we just cannot attain, normalcy, whatever that is...happiness, we know what that is I think.

Of you my love my summer was built and the other poem retelling of an accident makes me wonder if these are actual events you witnessed, heard on the news or from another, or just a metaphor.

The eyes in the boy near, secret admirer or creepy stalker? lol it is an excellent poem.

Hope to read more.

Thx for the kind words

You hit the nail on the head with your understanding and interpratation of the poems you listed

Thanks for taking the time to read and comment