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.
Vampyre497
Poem Published
Yesterday 2:37pm
Yesterday 2:37pm
Entrepreneurial Suffering
Can I close the door | Can I scream a little more
Can I make myself sore | Can I bleed onto the floor
Can I run away | Help me keep him at bay
Can you save me, I'm a stray | Can you see that I'm in pain
Leave it all alone | Can't I please go home
God-dammit pick up the phone | Just leave it all alone
The epitome of this week | Is a drowning anger physique
Burning in this heat | I will fake it 'til I'm beat
Fight me, tease me, fuck me, kill me
Fight me, tease me, fuck me, kill me
Fight me, tease me,...
Can I make myself sore | Can I bleed onto the floor
Can I run away | Help me keep him at bay
Can you save me, I'm a stray | Can you see that I'm in pain
Leave it all alone | Can't I please go home
God-dammit pick up the phone | Just leave it all alone
The epitome of this week | Is a drowning anger physique
Burning in this heat | I will fake it 'til I'm beat
Fight me, tease me, fuck me, kill me
Fight me, tease me, fuck me, kill me
Fight me, tease me,...
#anger
#anxiety
#regret
#hate
#disappointment
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eyesofdisguide
Poem Published
3rd Oct 2022 1:08pm
3rd Oct 2022 1:08pm
Okay?
Happy
Dying inside
Calm
Nervous wreck
Fine
Shit show
Together
In shambles
Smile
Silently crying
Dying inside
Calm
Nervous wreck
Fine
Shit show
Together
In shambles
Smile
Silently crying
#anxiety
#depression
#LifeStruggles #MentalHealth
#LifeStruggles #MentalHealth
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Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
2nd Oct 2022 12:18pm
2nd Oct 2022 12:18pm
dreaming in woven fibers
I try to remake myself
in imaginary ways
like the illusion
will strip away the dreary panic
of this reality that never lets me
find sure footing
I used to be an adventure in motion
I lived for the chaos of a day unexplored
I was always a walk, a bus trip
a train ride away from something new
Now I find it hard to walk out my front door
as though the tendrils of what took her
will find me and drag me down a path
that's not mine to live
because I know these memories
aren't a prophecy
they're...
in imaginary ways
like the illusion
will strip away the dreary panic
of this reality that never lets me
find sure footing
I used to be an adventure in motion
I lived for the chaos of a day unexplored
I was always a walk, a bus trip
a train ride away from something new
Now I find it hard to walk out my front door
as though the tendrils of what took her
will find me and drag me down a path
that's not mine to live
because I know these memories
aren't a prophecy
they're...
#anxiety
#depression
#LifeStruggles #fear
#LifeStruggles #fear
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Losthepoet
Adventurer
Adventurer
Poem Published
2nd Oct 2022 11:21am
2nd Oct 2022 11:21am
In this drunken state
In this drunken state I'm in
Smoking summoning the beast with in
A demon that lies asleep within
A sin
Like seeds that sprouts deep with in
Seeds of discord
That's like a sword that penetrates my heart
Unleashing all the demons Locked away within
I'm in this drunken state for the sake of pain and love
I trusted her
Now I find myself forsaking love
All because of her
Showing her all the love and affection
And she's not even in my section
If I could I...
Smoking summoning the beast with in
A demon that lies asleep within
A sin
Like seeds that sprouts deep with in
Seeds of discord
That's like a sword that penetrates my heart
Unleashing all the demons Locked away within
I'm in this drunken state for the sake of pain and love
I trusted her
Now I find myself forsaking love
All because of her
Showing her all the love and affection
And she's not even in my section
If I could I...
#anxiety
#hate
#heartbroken
#disappointment
#emptiness
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manhattanna
Poem Published
1st Oct 2022 8:27pm
1st Oct 2022 8:27pm
Laying achingly cold on my bed with the box fan pointed right on me.
Set on high, it provides the most sense of privacy I’ve ever felt, even from behind a locked door. No one can hear me inside this whirlwind pocket of air.
Maybe one day, I will brave it all to finally get warm, if only for a moment.
Maybe one day, I will brave it all to finally get warm, if only for a moment.
#anxiety
#depression
#loneliness
#hope
#SelfReflection
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monovox128
Poem Published
1st Oct 2022 3:21pm
1st Oct 2022 3:21pm
THE ENTRAPMENT
THE ENTRAPMENT
Where as much I do weep at knowing the joy, the warmth, the feeling at peace, the comfort of a warm embrace, sweet kiss, the fire
But I am unable nor want to compete knowing I know the soft caresses, the warm embraces, lucious kisses and raging desire
Where as much I do weep at caring too much, remembering moments shared that may never happen again, loving too deep
But I am unable to respond other than what is true to me, offer you what I have and then you decide, awaiting, and this is....
where as much I do weep
...
Where as much I do weep at knowing the joy, the warmth, the feeling at peace, the comfort of a warm embrace, sweet kiss, the fire
But I am unable nor want to compete knowing I know the soft caresses, the warm embraces, lucious kisses and raging desire
Where as much I do weep at caring too much, remembering moments shared that may never happen again, loving too deep
But I am unable to respond other than what is true to me, offer you what I have and then you decide, awaiting, and this is....
where as much I do weep
...
#anxiety
#heartbroken
#despair
#emptiness
#bittersweet
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Alviola
Poem Published
30th Sep 2022 6:35pm
30th Sep 2022 6:35pm
Spoons in Mid-air
I will not write of her thinning arms,
of the slowness of spoons, and I ride
every spoon, singing her mouth to open,
I will of her dancing, the jig that
she does when she preens with a dress
on days when aches stay longer in bed,
her fingers fumble inside her large bag
for pills, I see the breathing in her brows,
but she picks a smile from her bag to wear,
she has a cache of smiles in her bag,
fat and fleshy and shrieks at the scale
is the vogue I prefer to see on her,
Each spoon is a movie...
of the slowness of spoons, and I ride
every spoon, singing her mouth to open,
I will of her dancing, the jig that
she does when she preens with a dress
on days when aches stay longer in bed,
her fingers fumble inside her large bag
for pills, I see the breathing in her brows,
but she picks a smile from her bag to wear,
she has a cache of smiles in her bag,
fat and fleshy and shrieks at the scale
is the vogue I prefer to see on her,
Each spoon is a movie...
#anxiety
#love
#wife
#illness
#weakness
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Kinkpoet
Poem Published
30th Sep 2022 6:03pm
30th Sep 2022 6:03pm
In The Dark
darkness flows
spreading thin
like maple syrup
sweet
and suffocating
sticky
oozing filling
nooks and crannies
calming
daylight’s frenzy
prey and
predators
camouflaged
in shadow
cloaked
in silence
brief rustles
and growls
life and death
indistinguishable
darkness flows
like maple syrup
sweet
and suffocating
(C)2022 Raibeart Bruis
spreading thin
like maple syrup
sweet
and suffocating
sticky
oozing filling
nooks and crannies
calming
daylight’s frenzy
prey and
predators
camouflaged
in shadow
cloaked
in silence
brief rustles
and growls
life and death
indistinguishable
darkness flows
like maple syrup
sweet
and suffocating
(C)2022 Raibeart Bruis
#anxiety
#night
#shadows
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Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
30th Sep 2022 3:03pm
30th Sep 2022 3:03pm
Evening Landscape of the Soul
I could never dream of hell
as pure as this uncertainty.
The coffers of the soul
are holding dust and little else.
Hell in this cloud of mind is then
the grey and pregnant skies,
above the cranes and scaffolding
that I can see from work’s window.
A sense of rotting, time stretched out,
an emptiness where life should be...
The crypt is yawning, tiredness
the weeds that choke the ancient lea.
Divorced of human hope,
the tower holds just years, and rope.
as pure as this uncertainty.
The coffers of the soul
are holding dust and little else.
Hell in this cloud of mind is then
the grey and pregnant skies,
above the cranes and scaffolding
that I can see from work’s window.
A sense of rotting, time stretched out,
an emptiness where life should be...
The crypt is yawning, tiredness
the weeds that choke the ancient lea.
Divorced of human hope,
the tower holds just years, and rope.
#anxiety
#depression
#loneliness #apathy
#loneliness #apathy
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DeathRattle89
Poem Published
30th Sep 2022 6:49am
30th Sep 2022 6:49am
Phantom Self
Did it take place all at once?
Or gradually did I digress to such an existence
Who is the “I” that I refer to as myself
When I’m lost for knowing who I am
Waking up resigned to a life of involuntary becoming
Or so it would seem
Desires creep in like snakes through whispers
I feel imposter to myself and yet self feels just as fraudulent
When the concept of how I define self is an anchor to ideal
Yet what is ideal but illusion apart from something concrete
Is it safe to talk to myself when I’m told not to talk to strangers? ...
Or gradually did I digress to such an existence
Who is the “I” that I refer to as myself
When I’m lost for knowing who I am
Waking up resigned to a life of involuntary becoming
Or so it would seem
Desires creep in like snakes through whispers
I feel imposter to myself and yet self feels just as fraudulent
When the concept of how I define self is an anchor to ideal
Yet what is ideal but illusion apart from something concrete
Is it safe to talk to myself when I’m told not to talk to strangers? ...
#anxiety
#identity
#confessional
#myself
#SelfReflection
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nutbuster
D C
D C
Poem Published
29th Sep 2022 11:07pm
29th Sep 2022 11:07pm
IT WAS WILD chapter 1 part 2 of 5
#anxiety
#crush
#passion
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Losthepoet
Adventurer
Adventurer
Poem Published
29th Sep 2022 8:21pm
29th Sep 2022 8:21pm
A love so untrue
A love so untrue
Your a affection and love that I pursued
Is it truth
Or are you just a prelude to toxic destruction
An eruption of blood and sweat an tears
Which is what I feared I was so sincere with my emotions but it's seems like you were handing me potions to get me going through the motions
Of love so untrue
A feeling of love begins with learning overtime the signs of truth is the prelude of actions
Truth will stay in your faction
There's traction
In a love untrue
Your a affection and love that I pursued
Is it truth
Or are you just a prelude to toxic destruction
An eruption of blood and sweat an tears
Which is what I feared I was so sincere with my emotions but it's seems like you were handing me potions to get me going through the motions
Of love so untrue
A feeling of love begins with learning overtime the signs of truth is the prelude of actions
Truth will stay in your faction
There's traction
In a love untrue
#anger
#anxiety
#heartbroken
#despair
#disappointment
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