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.
adagio
Poem Published
Today 4:01pm
Today 4:01pm
All Alone
All alone, here comes the flood
Empty skies and tears of blood
With petals of innocuous leaves
From the thorn of crimson red
With my love weeping so pale
Spreading over my veins
And my broken bones
Making my bed
For dark is my egregious sin
Of poetry's damning lies
Empty skies and tears of blood
Waiting for the choiring hummers
Empty skies and tears of blood
With petals of innocuous leaves
From the thorn of crimson red
With my love weeping so pale
Spreading over my veins
And my broken bones
Making my bed
For dark is my egregious sin
Of poetry's damning lies
Empty skies and tears of blood
Waiting for the choiring hummers
#anxiety
#love
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nikkimoe
Poem Published
Today 1:51am
Today 1:51am
Paralysis of The Inner Matrix
Everything went perfectly
and then she was afraid to
cross a simple two lane street.
The Nocturne no.19
Chopin, E minor
is all her brain can hear.
She is wearing only fear.
Her blood is thinning and knees wobble,
others pass her, looking back on her,
standing there, unmoving.
scared.
and then she was afraid to
cross a simple two lane street.
The Nocturne no.19
Chopin, E minor
is all her brain can hear.
She is wearing only fear.
Her blood is thinning and knees wobble,
others pass her, looking back on her,
standing there, unmoving.
scared.
#anxiety
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2 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
Yesterday 11:14pm
Yesterday 11:14pm
not going out anymore ..
one leaves the house
feeling guilty;
I mean,
it hasn't done anything wrong ..
feeling guilty;
I mean,
it hasn't done anything wrong ..
#anxiety
23 reads
2 Comments
nikkimoe
Poem Published
Yesterday 6:09pm
Yesterday 6:09pm
It Is
It is empty.
It is frail.
It is life.
Or was.
It is frail.
It is life.
Or was.
#anxiety
#LifeStruggles
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15 Comments
cheesa
Poem Published
Yesterday 4:57pm
Yesterday 4:57pm
This town
Standing at the window waiting for the rain to stop
Wondering if it's safe to go outside
The kids outside the corner shop could beat me down
Because the drugs they take are blowing their minds
Looking out the window with my thoughts and me
Realising I'm alone this time
Waiting for the sun to reveal itself
So I can see beyond the clouds
More rain falls down on the window Payne
An I just stand here listening to the sound
Waiting for the silence in this misery
Looking out on this town
Wondering if it's safe to go outside
The kids outside the corner shop could beat me down
Because the drugs they take are blowing their minds
Looking out the window with my thoughts and me
Realising I'm alone this time
Waiting for the sun to reveal itself
So I can see beyond the clouds
More rain falls down on the window Payne
An I just stand here listening to the sound
Waiting for the silence in this misery
Looking out on this town
#anxiety
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FromTheAsh
Poem Published
Yesterday 2:40pm
Yesterday 2:40pm
the oozing of unhealed wounds
I can hear it
dripping
its incessant repetition
carving ruts in my mind
wearing me to a frazzle
the run-off creating channels
distance is no greater than time
unable to stem the flow
or dam up the pain
grooved into my memory
like a backed-up drain
swirling endlessly
I want to pull the plug
and send it on
but no...
it continues to seep
innumerable acidic drops
pooling at my feet
the weight constantly pressing
dull-edged
its blunt nudge ever compressing
bruising my haunted psyche
jagged...
dripping
its incessant repetition
carving ruts in my mind
wearing me to a frazzle
the run-off creating channels
distance is no greater than time
unable to stem the flow
or dam up the pain
grooved into my memory
like a backed-up drain
swirling endlessly
I want to pull the plug
and send it on
but no...
it continues to seep
innumerable acidic drops
pooling at my feet
the weight constantly pressing
dull-edged
its blunt nudge ever compressing
bruising my haunted psyche
jagged...
#anxiety
#LifeStruggles
#PTSD
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4 Comments
DestroyerOfUranus
Des.
Des.
Poem Published
Yesterday 8:26am
Yesterday 8:26am
Analyzing the demon.
Analyzing the demon.
So I get it now.
It's the thing my father told me about.
The monster that would burn my bridges.
The thing he wanted lifted before he was lifted away from me.
Not until now did I realize how right he was.
The reason I don't trust,
The reason I loathe,
The reason in can't keep you all,
The reason they are able to conform in malice,
The reason I let them drive me,
It's been ruining me lately and projected itself onto you.
Forgive me.
If I could beg I would.
I'm sorry.
I just...
So I get it now.
It's the thing my father told me about.
The monster that would burn my bridges.
The thing he wanted lifted before he was lifted away from me.
Not until now did I realize how right he was.
The reason I don't trust,
The reason I loathe,
The reason in can't keep you all,
The reason they are able to conform in malice,
The reason I let them drive me,
It's been ruining me lately and projected itself onto you.
Forgive me.
If I could beg I would.
I'm sorry.
I just...
#anxiety
#depression
#LifeStruggles
#SelfDiscovery
#fear
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DestroyerOfUranus
Des.
Des.
Poem Published
Yesterday 4:48am
Yesterday 4:48am
Hollow
Dark hole,
How long before you take that piece?
Waiting on you,
Really you waiting on me.
Dark hole,
I'm awaiting your release.
Don't know what's going on,
Days like this I don't feel strong.
Sensitive as can be and that is me.
Learning how to not be ashamed of who I am meant to be.
Dark hole,
Eat me whole.
Dark hole,
Regurgitate my essence and send it to her.
Through all of my bullshit,
At the end I still feel for her.
Don't know how to show it with out coming off manic.
RIGHT NOW AT THIS VERY...
How long before you take that piece?
Waiting on you,
Really you waiting on me.
Dark hole,
I'm awaiting your release.
Don't know what's going on,
Days like this I don't feel strong.
Sensitive as can be and that is me.
Learning how to not be ashamed of who I am meant to be.
Dark hole,
Eat me whole.
Dark hole,
Regurgitate my essence and send it to her.
Through all of my bullshit,
At the end I still feel for her.
Don't know how to show it with out coming off manic.
RIGHT NOW AT THIS VERY...
#anxiety
#depression
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1 Comment
Order_in_Chaos
Poem Published
Yesterday 4:40am
Yesterday 4:40am
Spectre
Can you see me?
What do I look like?
Can you hear me?
What do I sound like?
Can you touch me?
What do I feel like?
Can you smell me?
What is my scent like?
Am I real to you
Or just a ghost?
Am I just being ignored?
I'm feeling so invisible
Am I going insane?
Please tell me I'm okay
Am I even still alive?
I am so dead inside
3/29/2020
(c) Sean Paul Gillum
What do I look like?
Can you hear me?
What do I sound like?
Can you touch me?
What do I feel like?
Can you smell me?
What is my scent like?
Am I real to you
Or just a ghost?
Am I just being ignored?
I'm feeling so invisible
Am I going insane?
Please tell me I'm okay
Am I even still alive?
I am so dead inside
3/29/2020
(c) Sean Paul Gillum
#anxiety
#depression
#loneliness
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Lylarose
Lyla
Lyla
Poem Published
Yesterday 4:10am
Yesterday 4:10am
Trust
They say that trust is a two way street,
That conjoining road is a place I yearn meet.
But you don't trust me and I don’t trust you,
So, meeting on that street would be a hard thing to do.
That conjoining road is a place I yearn meet.
But you don't trust me and I don’t trust you,
So, meeting on that street would be a hard thing to do.
#anxiety
#secrets
#lies #betrayal
#lies #betrayal
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1 Comment
nikkimoe
Poem Published
Yesterday 3:00am
Yesterday 3:00am
The Lonely Edge of Reality
It's the destiny of sadness
in a mad, mad world.
The eye of the storm
is above us all.
Watching. Destroying.
There's chaos,
where is the calm?
in a mad, mad world.
The eye of the storm
is above us all.
Watching. Destroying.
There's chaos,
where is the calm?
#anxiety
47 reads
5 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
30th Mar 2020 00:35am
30th Mar 2020 00:35am
in this time of lockdown
yeah we're all afraid of dying
to get back to the pub ..
to get back to the pub ..
#anxiety
#responsibility
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3 Comments
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