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.
nutbuster
D C
D C
Poem Published
Yesterday 5:15pm
Yesterday 5:15pm
The Great Escape Chapter 19, Part 4 of 6
#anxiety
#LifeChangingMoment
#LifeStruggles #passion
#LifeStruggles #passion
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WillowsWhimsies
Poem Published
Yesterday 4:35pm
Yesterday 4:35pm
mental overdrive
silence is a mythical creature
Pegasus in flight on a starry night
clouds always obscuring it from my sight
{& all that romantic crap}
such beasts rarely descend into my chaotic realm
sleep is a wildscape of dreaming
wakefulness a cacophony
it's been...a few sleepless darks...& counting
eyes open but unseeing
desperate for respite
as words...questions...memories
rattle around the birdcage of my mind
dust kicked up by their turbulent beating
& I struggle to focus on breathing
not as easy as you'd think ...
Pegasus in flight on a starry night
clouds always obscuring it from my sight
{& all that romantic crap}
such beasts rarely descend into my chaotic realm
sleep is a wildscape of dreaming
wakefulness a cacophony
it's been...a few sleepless darks...& counting
eyes open but unseeing
desperate for respite
as words...questions...memories
rattle around the birdcage of my mind
dust kicked up by their turbulent beating
& I struggle to focus on breathing
not as easy as you'd think ...
#anxiety
#confessional
#insomnia
42 reads
7 Comments
BatPowers
Bat Powers
Bat Powers
Bumped Yesterday 12:46pm
9th Jan 2023 00:09am
9th Jan 2023 00:09am
Where I live
Used to be a farmer used to till the ground
now my tractor's silent
i can faintly here the sound
that memory of my father
as I sat on his knee
while he taught me the value
of the planted seed
used to be a milkman used to be your friend
used to be something I'll never be again
used to be a teacher used to mentor kids
really thought it mattered then it all came to this
had to buy the...
now my tractor's silent
i can faintly here the sound
that memory of my father
as I sat on his knee
while he taught me the value
of the planted seed
used to be a milkman used to be your friend
used to be something I'll never be again
used to be a teacher used to mentor kids
really thought it mattered then it all came to this
had to buy the...
#anxiety
#hope
#death #LifeStruggles
#death #LifeStruggles
477 reads
12 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
Yesterday 11:35am
Yesterday 11:35am
Heaven paved with my pains
.. this shitty life is nothing
but a waiting room
of a hellish asylum
overflowing with paperwork
and suffocated in its own
degenerate bureaucracy
this shitty life is nothing
but a scare in a dead-end alley
from the darkest part of a place
where no one wants to go
life, life, life
knife, knife, knife
the sound of traveling knife sharpeners
is like the creaking of hinges
of a nonexistent paradise
where an arrogant and irrational being rules...
but a waiting room
of a hellish asylum
overflowing with paperwork
and suffocated in its own
degenerate bureaucracy
this shitty life is nothing
but a scare in a dead-end alley
from the darkest part of a place
where no one wants to go
life, life, life
knife, knife, knife
the sound of traveling knife sharpeners
is like the creaking of hinges
of a nonexistent paradise
where an arrogant and irrational being rules...
#anxiety
#apathy
#depression
#mirror
#silence
35 reads
7 Comments
Koulouri
Poem Published
5th Mar 2025 9:44pm
5th Mar 2025 9:44pm
Pop.
Jealously coils like snakes around my head,
whispering and flicking tongues in my ear.
My knees feel weak,
the brittleness of my bones shake with regret.
Fear covers my skin like a cold shower,
the walls feel so close and so far.
my stomach feels full with so much anger,
I sense bitter bile rising.
Saddness is in my throat
I cough it up from the bottom of my lungs.
I push my fingers into my skull,
hoping to pressure it into happiness.
Or to squeeze till I pop,
like an ugly old pimple.
One that's just ready...
whispering and flicking tongues in my ear.
My knees feel weak,
the brittleness of my bones shake with regret.
Fear covers my skin like a cold shower,
the walls feel so close and so far.
my stomach feels full with so much anger,
I sense bitter bile rising.
Saddness is in my throat
I cough it up from the bottom of my lungs.
I push my fingers into my skull,
hoping to pressure it into happiness.
Or to squeeze till I pop,
like an ugly old pimple.
One that's just ready...
#anger
#anxiety
#depression #fear
#depression #fear
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nutbuster
D C
D C
Poem Published
5th Mar 2025 9:20pm
5th Mar 2025 9:20pm
The Great Escape Chapter 19, Part 3 of 6
#anxiety
#LifeChangingMoment
#LifeStruggles #passion
#LifeStruggles #passion
6 reads
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Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
5th Mar 2025 1:10pm
5th Mar 2025 1:10pm
It's not my problem, it's yours
#anxiety
#birth
#choices
#regret
#sex
29 reads
15 Comments
nutbuster
D C
D C
Poem Published
5th Mar 2025 00:33am
5th Mar 2025 00:33am
The Great Escape Chapter 19, Part 2 of 6
#anxiety
#LifeChangingMoment
#LifeStruggles #passion
#LifeStruggles #passion
14 reads
0 Comments
nutbuster
D C
D C
Poem Published
4th Mar 2025 7:47pm
4th Mar 2025 7:47pm
The Great Escape Chapter 19, Part 1 of 6
#anxiety
#LifeChangingMoment
#LifeStruggles #passion
#LifeStruggles #passion
13 reads
2 Comments
nostalgic_being10
Poem Published
4th Mar 2025 7:02pm
4th Mar 2025 7:02pm
Paintings
Wounds that continue to grow in size,
Over the years, animosity accumulated.
Falsehoods that I wasn't hurt— but I was.
Self-loathing monologues, now familiarized.
Even after painted lines, I remain hungry, unsatisfied.
Sadness turned into anger,
Bid farewell when numbness replaced her.
For hollow and numb—that’s what my remains are called now.
How did I get here?
I am not certain how.
At first, I thought an act overtook my mind
Desires to be special, like an actress who prettily cries.
Then, my passion for painting...
Over the years, animosity accumulated.
Falsehoods that I wasn't hurt— but I was.
Self-loathing monologues, now familiarized.
Even after painted lines, I remain hungry, unsatisfied.
Sadness turned into anger,
Bid farewell when numbness replaced her.
For hollow and numb—that’s what my remains are called now.
How did I get here?
I am not certain how.
At first, I thought an act overtook my mind
Desires to be special, like an actress who prettily cries.
Then, my passion for painting...
#anxiety
#despair
#emptiness #regret
#emptiness #regret
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nutbuster
D C
D C
Poem Published
4th Mar 2025 1:11am
4th Mar 2025 1:11am
The Great Escape Chapter 18, Part 9 of 9
#anxiety
#LifeChangingMoment
#LifeStruggles #passion
#LifeStruggles #passion
17 reads
2 Comments
Edward80
Ef
Ef
Poem Published
3rd Mar 2025 10:39am
3rd Mar 2025 10:39am
All the time.
#anxiety
#despair
#emptiness
#loneliness
#sadness
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