Depression Poems
#depression
Depression takes a person beyond feelings of sadness, to a very dark and lonely place. Poetry about depression offers the reader a glimpse into this darkness and isolation. Depression is a serious mental disorder. A creative outlet, like writing poetry, can offer relief to some sufferers.
PAR
Poem Published
5th May 2025 1:20pm
5th May 2025 1:20pm
Blues
Our blues are different
mine plead
yours silver
our blues run on the surface of the sargasso sea
our blues in the deep abyss
running, arriving... first and second.
Our blues are indolent
yours, mourn
mine, fight
our blues run down the crust of the damp ground
our blues in the background clouds...
screaming, shushing... extremely loud.
Our blues could be the color of all things
that are not within the reach of the eyes.
Our blues aren't even ours, after all.
mine plead
yours silver
our blues run on the surface of the sargasso sea
our blues in the deep abyss
running, arriving... first and second.
Our blues are indolent
yours, mourn
mine, fight
our blues run down the crust of the damp ground
our blues in the background clouds...
screaming, shushing... extremely loud.
Our blues could be the color of all things
that are not within the reach of the eyes.
Our blues aren't even ours, after all.
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
#depression
#WritingPoetry
41 reads
4 Comments
crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
1st May 2025 11:14pm
1st May 2025 11:14pm
outcast
Dark depression utters a solemn song for my soul
Honey, you're not liked
No, not at all
With a quiet refrain, I respond
gullible understanding is to be known
Within me, playing for a crowd of one
a lonesome melody of pain
With regrets, I don't fit
Somehow, my sorrow is all too evident
People can sense it in me
weeping notes of despair
It's better off when you're not there
keening to the angels and devils
Sonnets of rust, even they grow weary
picked from my vine vulnerability
Inside, I lament, I...
Honey, you're not liked
No, not at all
With a quiet refrain, I respond
gullible understanding is to be known
Within me, playing for a crowd of one
a lonesome melody of pain
With regrets, I don't fit
Somehow, my sorrow is all too evident
People can sense it in me
weeping notes of despair
It's better off when you're not there
keening to the angels and devils
Sonnets of rust, even they grow weary
picked from my vine vulnerability
Inside, I lament, I...
#depression
105 reads
12 Comments
missjem56
Poem Published
1st May 2025 2:28pm
1st May 2025 2:28pm
Nothing Two Loo's!
It's humiliating
Having to ask
Everywhere i go
For a 'neutral' loo
Basically
One loo, or three
Will do
But number two's
If only two loo's
Nothing, two loo's!
by Jemia
Having to ask
Everywhere i go
For a 'neutral' loo
Basically
One loo, or three
Will do
But number two's
If only two loo's
Nothing, two loo's!
by Jemia
#depression
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeStruggles
#transgender
#TruthOfLife
61 reads
0 Comments
Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
1st May 2025 00:42am
1st May 2025 00:42am
A Disturbed Mind
WHO really knows what goes on inside some people's mind, thoughts of them fighting and killing at well against imagines, that only they see in the dark deepness of insanity. For it's true as hell has finally broken wide open, by the actions of some people's, bringing death and destruction, that is seen in todays society. For sure society has really grown cold as ice, with some people's filled with rage and anger that you take a chance, to even go outside, 🤨 to catch a bus or ride on a train or going for a quiet walk, just to breathe and feel the sun upon your s of skin and face....
#anxiety
#bipolar
#depression
#MentalHealth
#nightmares
56 reads
0 Comments
thoughtsdie
Poem Published
29th Apr 2025 9:53pm
29th Apr 2025 9:53pm
Endless Self Torture
It’s that same song again, the one I imagine playing at my funeral.
A funeral I’m late to everyday.
Lying in bed,
I wait for someone to notice the dead body and have it removed.
But no one does because I’m not good enough to be dead yet.
I still breathe and bleed.
I’m still here, like a ghost stuck in a body.
Sometimes I wonder if I possessed this body because my soul was going to hell.
That instead I’d rather torture myself and create my own hell.
The truth is what I desire the most is to never have existed....
A funeral I’m late to everyday.
Lying in bed,
I wait for someone to notice the dead body and have it removed.
But no one does because I’m not good enough to be dead yet.
I still breathe and bleed.
I’m still here, like a ghost stuck in a body.
Sometimes I wonder if I possessed this body because my soul was going to hell.
That instead I’d rather torture myself and create my own hell.
The truth is what I desire the most is to never have existed....
#depression
#despair
#emptiness
#StreamOfConsciousness
#suicide
81 reads
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crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
28th Apr 2025 2:25pm
28th Apr 2025 2:25pm
Frankenstein
a wicked little reminder of no importance nagged at me
My thoughts grew cold, and I shut out the feeling
As is my way when something becomes uncomfortable
It has a pesky way of emerging elsewhere
For example, I am confronted with those around me
touching on the topic I'm trying to avoid
Nature herself will speak, making cloud formations
The creator whispers in mysterious ways
Even AI will find my pulse in my computer algorithms
She'll give me helpful little tips I didn't want
Let's just say she diagnoses me
Feeling depressed?...
My thoughts grew cold, and I shut out the feeling
As is my way when something becomes uncomfortable
It has a pesky way of emerging elsewhere
For example, I am confronted with those around me
touching on the topic I'm trying to avoid
Nature herself will speak, making cloud formations
The creator whispers in mysterious ways
Even AI will find my pulse in my computer algorithms
She'll give me helpful little tips I didn't want
Let's just say she diagnoses me
Feeling depressed?...
#depression
#LifeAsAWriter
93 reads
6 Comments
smackdownraven
Poem Published
26th Apr 2025 9:49pm
26th Apr 2025 9:49pm
recede
depression makes me alter
I shift inside, dying
Becoming quieter, I withdraw
until I can no longer hear my internal voice
It is with regret that I go
sinking into a black hole
silenced and alone
My thoughts listen
As the others take over
with curiosity, I listen to their conversations
The others walk for me when I don't want to
With observations, they make me laugh
Their interest in my world is unclear
they view it with otherworldly intensity
My soul is locked inside me deeply
thoughts of...
I shift inside, dying
Becoming quieter, I withdraw
until I can no longer hear my internal voice
It is with regret that I go
sinking into a black hole
silenced and alone
My thoughts listen
As the others take over
with curiosity, I listen to their conversations
The others walk for me when I don't want to
With observations, they make me laugh
Their interest in my world is unclear
they view it with otherworldly intensity
My soul is locked inside me deeply
thoughts of...
#dark
#depression
75 reads
2 Comments
Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
26th Apr 2025 9:34pm
26th Apr 2025 9:34pm
A Broken Heart
How can you mend a broken heart, filled with so much, hurt and anger and anxiety and pain, by not playing mind games that has, been broken so many times. THAT the heart is filled with pain that never really heals. 💔 For sure it's necessary to understand, that it's a lot of people's who have been abused, mentally and emotionally and physically and spiritually, till they become a broken heart 💔 filled with so much pain and hurt and anger, like a person living on the edge of existence. 🤔 For sure it's happening more often than we know, yet it's not something to ignore,...
#anger
#anxiety
#dark
#depression
#hate
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brokentitanium
k.
k.
Poem Published
25th Apr 2025 8:31pm
25th Apr 2025 8:31pm
Doldrums
I’m captain of a tuneless vessel
adrift on a windless sea;
nothing to break the tedium –
an extended state of ennui.
I’ve tossed dream-horses overboard,
making space for something new;
still no sign of a catalyst
to brighten my field of view.
Alas! Alack! I just want to nap,
though storms veil every horizon.
Until the tempest is right in my lap,
I see no point in arisin’.
.
adrift on a windless sea;
nothing to break the tedium –
an extended state of ennui.
I’ve tossed dream-horses overboard,
making space for something new;
still no sign of a catalyst
to brighten my field of view.
Alas! Alack! I just want to nap,
though storms veil every horizon.
Until the tempest is right in my lap,
I see no point in arisin’.
.
#apathy
#depression
#storm
103 reads
8 Comments
Michaelpoet
Poem Published
18th Apr 2025 11:14pm
18th Apr 2025 11:14pm
Summer
I've strolled the boardwalk in hopes of taming the beast countless times.
When the phone betrayed me, the ocean was a friend like no other.
Crushing my hate on the grains of sand on a balmy August night without second thought.
Self doubt, disbelief, and time unlimited will torture in ways unimaginable.
Fear is heavy to the man who runs out of patience.
When the phone betrayed me, the ocean was a friend like no other.
Crushing my hate on the grains of sand on a balmy August night without second thought.
Self doubt, disbelief, and time unlimited will torture in ways unimaginable.
Fear is heavy to the man who runs out of patience.
#anxiety
#Autism
#depression
#MentalHealth
#OCD
35 reads
0 Comments
Haunted_Lunacy
Poem Published
18th Apr 2025 9:10am
18th Apr 2025 9:10am
The Devils Sonnet
The moon, it whispers
such violent things,
the devils sonnet,
beelzebub sings.
Through my window,
upon my bed,
it’s beams they taunt me,
this concert of dread.
The sweetest melody
of chaos and fear.
For when the moon
whispers, the demons
draw near.
such violent things,
the devils sonnet,
beelzebub sings.
Through my window,
upon my bed,
it’s beams they taunt me,
this concert of dread.
The sweetest melody
of chaos and fear.
For when the moon
whispers, the demons
draw near.
#anxiety
#dark
#depression
#devil
#fear
109 reads
2 Comments
tell_me_wy
Poem Published
18th Apr 2025 3:42am
18th Apr 2025 3:42am
The End
I suppose now
We're coming
To the end;
I've heard so many voices,
So many rhymes,
So much of the wonderment
Of humanity
Among the 'great'
Like Neruda and Poe
And Lewis and Bourdain...
And all the same,
The likes of Fia and Oral
And Her and LDF and...anyway...
I guess the moral
Is simple:
I missed so many of you
Here and there
In this quiet little corner of
Trying to figure it all out.
I really do wish
I could have read
Everything.
Every single one of you,...
We're coming
To the end;
I've heard so many voices,
So many rhymes,
So much of the wonderment
Of humanity
Among the 'great'
Like Neruda and Poe
And Lewis and Bourdain...
And all the same,
The likes of Fia and Oral
And Her and LDF and...anyway...
I guess the moral
Is simple:
I missed so many of you
Here and there
In this quiet little corner of
Trying to figure it all out.
I really do wish
I could have read
Everything.
Every single one of you,...
#depression
#hope
#WritingPoetry
83 reads
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