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.
Petting a Dog
You join me on the couch
Curled up in your favourite spot
With one of your people
Petting you is supposed to be relaxing
Often I can’t find the relaxation
Petting you consciously
Like a task to be completed
Tonight is different
Finding the relaxation in the texture of fir
Softness of your ears
Absentmindedly petting your head
Playing with your floppy ears
Finally finding elusive relaxation
For both of us
Curled up in your favourite spot
With one of your people
Petting you is supposed to be relaxing
Often I can’t find the relaxation
Petting you consciously
Like a task to be completed
Tonight is different
Finding the relaxation in the texture of fir
Softness of your ears
Absentmindedly petting your head
Playing with your floppy ears
Finally finding elusive relaxation
For both of us
#anxiety
#animals
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Former lover
As winter finally loosens its grasp, melancholy overtakes me. No longer can I hide the kisses left all along my skin, by my longest-held lover. A lover not found in pictures or phone calls, a beloved known only by old friend. seldom if at all spoken about locked away beneath me as I slumber. the cruelest romance take take take yet seldom give, cold and lifeless like my ex yet somehow more loving. kisses ( scars ) litter my body deeper and deeper they go, but alas never enough more more he says. an insatiable beast savoring for more crimson and pain. the longer I go without him the more...
#anger
#anxiety
#dark
#despair
#emptiness
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Over and over
sometimes,
in the search for pleasure,
everything we find
It's a bucket full of shit.
and the sewer of feelings
runs like a river of lava
and nothing washes the insides
of the one I thought I loved.
and the torrential rain in free fall
like piss in sweet urinals
no care, no cleanliness... with no body.
and the bread that the devil kneaded
and the hand that no one held like that
and the blood, flows, flows... the blood
apparently the blood runs into the river.
sometimes after much searching ...
in the search for pleasure,
everything we find
It's a bucket full of shit.
and the sewer of feelings
runs like a river of lava
and nothing washes the insides
of the one I thought I loved.
and the torrential rain in free fall
like piss in sweet urinals
no care, no cleanliness... with no body.
and the bread that the devil kneaded
and the hand that no one held like that
and the blood, flows, flows... the blood
apparently the blood runs into the river.
sometimes after much searching ...
#anger
#anxiety
#depression
#emptiness
#apathy
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You are not a victim.
You are not a victim.
It's been too many years for that.
It's not your cause or symptom.
It has nothing to do with you, in fact.
Some husbands are just mean.
A cocktail of violent cruelty.
But you are what's obscene.
Swallowing disrespect effusively.
You are not a martyr.
Your choice is disgrace.
You are the selfish partner.
Survival, only works that way.
You won't be a hero for leaving.
From where you should never have been.
It would only prove, you love him.
To protect him, even from him.
...
It's been too many years for that.
It's not your cause or symptom.
It has nothing to do with you, in fact.
Some husbands are just mean.
A cocktail of violent cruelty.
But you are what's obscene.
Swallowing disrespect effusively.
You are not a martyr.
Your choice is disgrace.
You are the selfish partner.
Survival, only works that way.
You won't be a hero for leaving.
From where you should never have been.
It would only prove, you love him.
To protect him, even from him.
...
#anxiety
#motivational
#MovingOn
#escape
#weakness
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nothing is all we need
Nothing is the silence between the words,
the empty space between the verses,
the absence of meaning and form.
The echo of a lost sigh.
Nadinha is the grain of sand on the beach...
The dewdrop on the green leaf.
The breath of the wind that dissipates.
The vacant gaze on the distant horizon.
Nothing at all, it's the vacuum of infinity,
the void that fills the universe,
the absence of meaning and purpose.
The abyss between being and non-being.
But, perhaps, in this nothing, nothing, nothing at all,
we can find...
the empty space between the verses,
the absence of meaning and form.
The echo of a lost sigh.
Nadinha is the grain of sand on the beach...
The dewdrop on the green leaf.
The breath of the wind that dissipates.
The vacant gaze on the distant horizon.
Nothing at all, it's the vacuum of infinity,
the void that fills the universe,
the absence of meaning and purpose.
The abyss between being and non-being.
But, perhaps, in this nothing, nothing, nothing at all,
we can find...
#anxiety
#strength
#mirror
#art
#emptiness
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Plum Purple Night
My Florida sequins sun
Deliriously sparkles
Like a disco globe
Reflecting heat
Splitting dreams into
Relentless mirages
Of 17 beaches
Wearing waves
Of fallen lavender
Sowing black red
Drifting seeds
In the fertile blue
Raining upside down
Draining Tampa Bay
Flooding the sky
With lullabies of incense
Warm and waiting
For a Plum Purple Night
Of 17 chances
To medicate the stars
With welcomed fragrance
Curing their insomnia
Deliriously sparkles
Like a disco globe
Reflecting heat
Splitting dreams into
Relentless mirages
Of 17 beaches
Wearing waves
Of fallen lavender
Sowing black red
Drifting seeds
In the fertile blue
Raining upside down
Draining Tampa Bay
Flooding the sky
With lullabies of incense
Warm and waiting
For a Plum Purple Night
Of 17 chances
To medicate the stars
With welcomed fragrance
Curing their insomnia
#anxiety
#sleep
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A Is For Anxiety
Thinking about my Sports Teams Politics and my personal life
is a never ending carnival of strife
One minute I am playing Captain Save a Hoe
next worrying about my Instacart order and if in my bank acct I have enough dough
Will it rain sleet and snow
and bc of the writers strike where the hell is my favorite tv show.
My sleeping pattern has no rhythm or rhyme
and will Trump ever be convicted of a criminal crime
The forms of my mental discontent come in a variety
I guess that is why Big Bird taught me that-A Is For Anxiety ...
is a never ending carnival of strife
One minute I am playing Captain Save a Hoe
next worrying about my Instacart order and if in my bank acct I have enough dough
Will it rain sleet and snow
and bc of the writers strike where the hell is my favorite tv show.
My sleeping pattern has no rhythm or rhyme
and will Trump ever be convicted of a criminal crime
The forms of my mental discontent come in a variety
I guess that is why Big Bird taught me that-A Is For Anxiety ...
#anxiety
#insomnia
#MentalHealth #vulnerability
#MentalHealth #vulnerability
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Exit Stage Left
Looking outside and inside
Pressures,
Barriers,
PANIC!!
Today is a fine day to escape
Morals are broken
Unknown mystery to my fate
Accept my soul as I release,
Wishing for everlasting peace
Pressures,
Barriers,
PANIC!!
Today is a fine day to escape
Morals are broken
Unknown mystery to my fate
Accept my soul as I release,
Wishing for everlasting peace
#anxiety
#death
#fate #rhyming
#fate #rhyming
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I am home.
A house of cards over a river
of tears, stilted upon matchsticks
burning at both ends.
I’ll be drowning soon,
There is a flood coming.
Bursting through the walls of
emotional dams, striping my
personal landscape bare until I’m
left raw and alone.
Trapped in the debris field of regret.
Thrust into the maddening current
of popular trends and media manipulation.
Out of control and heading for the falls.
Spiraling downward, falling into
darkness, self defeating voices claw
with contempt while a man’s...
of tears, stilted upon matchsticks
burning at both ends.
I’ll be drowning soon,
There is a flood coming.
Bursting through the walls of
emotional dams, striping my
personal landscape bare until I’m
left raw and alone.
Trapped in the debris field of regret.
Thrust into the maddening current
of popular trends and media manipulation.
Out of control and heading for the falls.
Spiraling downward, falling into
darkness, self defeating voices claw
with contempt while a man’s...
#anxiety
#dark
#secrets #rebirth
#secrets #rebirth
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electric cars
Electric cars
I have always liked cars and like driving often for pleasure
I like the many styles of cars, from Mercedes to Lada,
I have driven both, and apart from the hard seat
I do have a soft
for the Lada; as for Mercedes, it doesn't need my write-up
to know apart from being stylish, it also has a used car value
the misunderstood Lada had.
Lately, cars tend to look like one another, hatchback and small
4 wheel drives pretending to be muscular
of the many cars, few are made in the USA, until recently
now we have Tesla, big,...
I have always liked cars and like driving often for pleasure
I like the many styles of cars, from Mercedes to Lada,
I have driven both, and apart from the hard seat
I do have a soft
for the Lada; as for Mercedes, it doesn't need my write-up
to know apart from being stylish, it also has a used car value
the misunderstood Lada had.
Lately, cars tend to look like one another, hatchback and small
4 wheel drives pretending to be muscular
of the many cars, few are made in the USA, until recently
now we have Tesla, big,...
#anxiety
#confusion
#apathy #boredom
#apathy #boredom
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Who Cares?
And you torture yourself without reason
Who ever cares if you are the naive victim
The only scape-goat for all the world's evil
You torture yourself, just try to reason;
You cry out on much milk, well past spilled
You think your pain will never be healed
Like you bear Adams and Eve first ever guilt
Doomed to suffer, your fate has been sealed
Too much complaining, your own skin slashing
Self-torturing, moaning about the heart-breaking
As if life only around love must be spinning
Devil may care , he even might not be...
Who ever cares if you are the naive victim
The only scape-goat for all the world's evil
You torture yourself, just try to reason;
You cry out on much milk, well past spilled
You think your pain will never be healed
Like you bear Adams and Eve first ever guilt
Doomed to suffer, your fate has been sealed
Too much complaining, your own skin slashing
Self-torturing, moaning about the heart-breaking
As if life only around love must be spinning
Devil may care , he even might not be...
#anxiety
#hate
#heartbroken
#disappointment
#apathy
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Insane Asylum
Do not dare to wake them up
Or even worse try to rile ‘em
Or forever you will be
Inside our insane asylum
The screams of those beings possessed
Are haunted by eternal pains
The dreams of those souls obsessed
Are bound by ethereal chains
And all that is filled with soundness
They will take away what’s yours
And then be filled with madness
You won’t leave once inside the doors
You’ll embrace the psychotic fears
And play the songs you’ll master
For memory echoes in tears
Full of maniacal laughter
...
Or even worse try to rile ‘em
Or forever you will be
Inside our insane asylum
The screams of those beings possessed
Are haunted by eternal pains
The dreams of those souls obsessed
Are bound by ethereal chains
And all that is filled with soundness
They will take away what’s yours
And then be filled with madness
You won’t leave once inside the doors
You’ll embrace the psychotic fears
And play the songs you’ll master
For memory echoes in tears
Full of maniacal laughter
...
#anxiety
#dark
#scary
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