Anxiety Poems & Poems about Stress
#anxiety
Poetry about anxious feelings, stress and anxiety disorders. A glimpse into depths of fear and worry that comes with anxiety. Here you'll find poems describing apprehension about a particular event, along with poetry depicting acute anxiety about all aspects of life.
Daddy
I suspect that's what you want from me
stillness and resigned wait for your gaze
or the sound of your sinister breathing
when you're watching football on Sunday
when you fill your mouth with dirty yellow
irremovable, irremediable, intravenous
when you slowly remove the bottle cap
when you unpack bags of savory snacks
methodically, morbidly, histologically
you prepare and serve some sweet life
and so we listen to everything you do calmly
and so you feed me from everything you do
and so I digest everything you bring home ...
stillness and resigned wait for your gaze
or the sound of your sinister breathing
when you're watching football on Sunday
when you fill your mouth with dirty yellow
irremovable, irremediable, intravenous
when you slowly remove the bottle cap
when you unpack bags of savory snacks
methodically, morbidly, histologically
you prepare and serve some sweet life
and so we listen to everything you do calmly
and so you feed me from everything you do
and so I digest everything you bring home ...
#anxiety
#childhood
#father
#fatherhood
#FathersDay
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Mommy
I suspect that's what you want from me
stillness and resigned wait for your gaze
or the sound of your sinister breathing
when you are killing a chicken or rabbit
when you fill your hands with dirty red
irremovable, irremediable, intravenous
when you slowly remove fur and feathers
when you dismember very small beings
methodically, morbidly, histologically
you prepare and serve any sweet dinner
and so we eat everything you make calmly
and so you feed me from everything you do
and so I digest everything you put on the table
I...
stillness and resigned wait for your gaze
or the sound of your sinister breathing
when you are killing a chicken or rabbit
when you fill your hands with dirty red
irremovable, irremediable, intravenous
when you slowly remove fur and feathers
when you dismember very small beings
methodically, morbidly, histologically
you prepare and serve any sweet dinner
and so we eat everything you make calmly
and so you feed me from everything you do
and so I digest everything you put on the table
I...
#anxiety
#mother
#motherhood
#MothersDay
#son
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NOT IN YOUR DNA .
I’m never going to play games with your heart. I know how battered it’s been, you cry in the dark at times. It’s been kicked like a football just for fun they were never aiming for the goal but did it anyway. Hurt people hurt others.
I don’t wanna make you feel less than you are. I know words hurt just as much as a fist and that’s hard to digest it gets stuck in your throat and gives you heartburn.
I wanna ease your mimd when we talk and I’ll be honest, I don’t want you to remain in a cage of insecurity and pain. I want to set you free with loving kindness so...
I don’t wanna make you feel less than you are. I know words hurt just as much as a fist and that’s hard to digest it gets stuck in your throat and gives you heartburn.
I wanna ease your mimd when we talk and I’ll be honest, I don’t want you to remain in a cage of insecurity and pain. I want to set you free with loving kindness so...
#anxiety
#disappointment
#emptiness
#fear
#loneliness
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Spaces
To live is to endure small spaces
There’s no room to grow in this fishbowl
Full of sharks
When they go belly up, I will turn this pond
Into my own little ocean
There’s no room to grow in this fishbowl
Full of sharks
When they go belly up, I will turn this pond
Into my own little ocean
#anxiety
#Autism
#fear
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she said, "I think we should, try...."
this isn't a "love" poem; wasn't quite sure what to call it-or if to even drip ink off pen; there's a part of me-a very small part of me, that believes in miracles like Whitney Houston....
let's be honest- who can't relate to cramps at the heart that begins initiating one's need for musing; not a fan of valentines day or cupid-or my emotions if with them I'm unable to tune in....
let's say I've been reacquainted with a past cute"friend"-a-rose truly- can't forget the thorns like any roses' true stem....
...
let's be honest- who can't relate to cramps at the heart that begins initiating one's need for musing; not a fan of valentines day or cupid-or my emotions if with them I'm unable to tune in....
let's say I've been reacquainted with a past cute"friend"-a-rose truly- can't forget the thorns like any roses' true stem....
...
#anxiety
#fear
#relationships
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Gaze of Glass
Home is
where you are
chipping the stone
to grave applause
a look in the eyes
when the lights go down
awake to
crouching
(sure)
~the stars are not right
for a place
in.between
dilated paranoia,
a mawkish glass
for snorting past
with a blunting bite
as fingertips
crawl on storms
with a ~click
in the night...
a quick blue fire
from Zippo & flesh
within the heat
of a ~~menthol slide:
a...
where you are
chipping the stone
to grave applause
a look in the eyes
when the lights go down
awake to
crouching
(sure)
~the stars are not right
for a place
in.between
dilated paranoia,
a mawkish glass
for snorting past
with a blunting bite
as fingertips
crawl on storms
with a ~click
in the night...
a quick blue fire
from Zippo & flesh
within the heat
of a ~~menthol slide:
a...
#anxiety
#dark
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Heavy presence
I can hear you creaking
Walking through the corridor
Thump thump thump
Is that me or your footsteps coming to the door
Hidden under the mattress
I can feel your presence
All I see is shadows
The air has a heavy essence
A haunting aroma
My skin feels like it’s crawling
Gripping the floor boards
My insides are tossing
I can taste the blood in my mouth
Chewing on the insides of my cheeks
Trying not to breathe
I can feel the bruises on my knees
Thump thump thump
I can feel myself shaking ...
Walking through the corridor
Thump thump thump
Is that me or your footsteps coming to the door
Hidden under the mattress
I can feel your presence
All I see is shadows
The air has a heavy essence
A haunting aroma
My skin feels like it’s crawling
Gripping the floor boards
My insides are tossing
I can taste the blood in my mouth
Chewing on the insides of my cheeks
Trying not to breathe
I can feel the bruises on my knees
Thump thump thump
I can feel myself shaking ...
#anxiety
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4 Comments
The Flowers
I've known 1,000 crooks
read 10,000 books
still like my whiskey with sour
took 500 aims
at my 5,000,000 blames
as I sit all alone at the fire
my hands are now cold
but my heart is still bold
waiting on some newfound desire
if I don't think quick
i just might miss
my opportunity to fuck up the flowers
i'm so good at fuckin up the flowers
it's been 700 months
i met 31 monks
not one of them had a thing to say ...
read 10,000 books
still like my whiskey with sour
took 500 aims
at my 5,000,000 blames
as I sit all alone at the fire
my hands are now cold
but my heart is still bold
waiting on some newfound desire
if I don't think quick
i just might miss
my opportunity to fuck up the flowers
i'm so good at fuckin up the flowers
it's been 700 months
i met 31 monks
not one of them had a thing to say ...
#anxiety
#depression
#identity
#SelfHarm
#SelfWorth
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Off Rosetta Ave
Possible Trigger: Sexual Assault*
My mother
told me
to never walk alone
at night.
I never
listened to her
until I got a good fright.
He grabbed my hair
from behind
and pulled me down
with force.
He straddled me
and covered my mouth
with no remorse.
With a knife in his hands
his words were
“I won’t hurt ya, if you play nice”.
With my life in my hands
my thoughts were
should I roll the dice?
I closed my eyes
and stayed still
while he...
My mother
told me
to never walk alone
at night.
I never
listened to her
until I got a good fright.
He grabbed my hair
from behind
and pulled me down
with force.
He straddled me
and covered my mouth
with no remorse.
With a knife in his hands
his words were
“I won’t hurt ya, if you play nice”.
With my life in my hands
my thoughts were
should I roll the dice?
I closed my eyes
and stayed still
while he...
#anxiety
#nightmares
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Kidnapped
The rickety bus jolted as we were driven across the only real desert in Africa . I'm trying to stay positive pushing back thoughts of how easily it would be for the old bus to break down at any moment
I decided to dismiss the thought because we had finally reached Cape Town. I couldn't wait to see all of it and film everything in sight
But it wasn't in the cards as things changed in a split second. Suddenly , I feared the worse as our bus was flagged down by two men
They were white men that climbed aboard with guns in hand wearing nothing to disguise what they...
I decided to dismiss the thought because we had finally reached Cape Town. I couldn't wait to see all of it and film everything in sight
But it wasn't in the cards as things changed in a split second. Suddenly , I feared the worse as our bus was flagged down by two men
They were white men that climbed aboard with guns in hand wearing nothing to disguise what they...
#Africa
#anxiety
#fear #suffering
#fear #suffering
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Beneath The Surface
We have traveled across all these decades,
A pilgrimage of time and there’s no going back,
And yet my perception of us hasn’t changed,
Ever so placid when feelings never lacked.
But the emotions always felt so profound,
Locked in a bedrock paddock deep in the heart,
Beneath the surface silent without a sound,
Without pretense it easily falls apart.
And as we travel across all these decades,
Like golden pollen we’re scattered in the wind,
We look back and wonder how and why we’re here,
I reminisce of all the times I have sinned.
It’s...
A pilgrimage of time and there’s no going back,
And yet my perception of us hasn’t changed,
Ever so placid when feelings never lacked.
But the emotions always felt so profound,
Locked in a bedrock paddock deep in the heart,
Beneath the surface silent without a sound,
Without pretense it easily falls apart.
And as we travel across all these decades,
Like golden pollen we’re scattered in the wind,
We look back and wonder how and why we’re here,
I reminisce of all the times I have sinned.
It’s...
#anxiety
#memories
#SelfReflection
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2 Comments
Tag
Warm summer's day
Outdoors with friends
Play tag, I'm it
Run through gardens
Cobblestone paths
Too young to sit
Carrying weight
Thrill of the chase
Trying my wit
Cut through the grass
Not watching where
Into black pit
Water above
Sunlight fading
Dark walls unlit
Glee to panic
Thrashing around
Life might acquit
Fear's encounter
My second time
Not yet close-knit
Breathing water
Not really
Choking a bit
Hands from heaven
Pull...
Outdoors with friends
Play tag, I'm it
Run through gardens
Cobblestone paths
Too young to sit
Carrying weight
Thrill of the chase
Trying my wit
Cut through the grass
Not watching where
Into black pit
Water above
Sunlight fading
Dark walls unlit
Glee to panic
Thrashing around
Life might acquit
Fear's encounter
My second time
Not yet close-knit
Breathing water
Not really
Choking a bit
Hands from heaven
Pull...
#anxiety
#childhood
#death
#fear
#NaPoWriMo2024
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