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.
Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
Today 1:50am
Today 1:50am
anticipation and fear
I fear the oncoming change
the way my heart breaks open
and bleeds truths
I don't necessarily want to face
I've found my safety here
I've found my voice
and the strength I lost
I want to feel alive again
I want to hold freedom
in my heart
and breathe in today
like it's the only thing
that matters
Instead I worry about things
I can't yet see
untethered by uncertainty
and past failings
There is so much love
in the hands that reach out
and help hold back
the rush of...
the way my heart breaks open
and bleeds truths
I don't necessarily want to face
I've found my safety here
I've found my voice
and the strength I lost
I want to feel alive again
I want to hold freedom
in my heart
and breathe in today
like it's the only thing
that matters
Instead I worry about things
I can't yet see
untethered by uncertainty
and past failings
There is so much love
in the hands that reach out
and help hold back
the rush of...
#anxiety
#love
#loneliness
#LifeStruggles
#fear
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2 Comments
Thedeadinme
Poem Published
Yesterday 6:33pm
Yesterday 6:33pm
The Gift of Ruin
breaker of wills
gifter of pain
shallow whims and beauty
distained
silence and not
suffering truth
a parade of lies
broken in two
gifter of pain
shallow whims and beauty
distained
silence and not
suffering truth
a parade of lies
broken in two
#anxiety
#addiction
#frustration #denial
#frustration #denial
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1 Comment
Cb2806
Christy
Christy
Poem Published
15th May 2022 6:46am
15th May 2022 6:46am
Depression
Darkness like the ocean deep,
Has come to claim my soul.
Once more it drags me under,
It swallows me completely whole.
Its tentacles of fear sweep ore me,
Blinding sight and stealing breath.
Until the only thoughts inside
Are of fear sadness pain and death.
Cocooned in blackness
I lay asleep.
Prayers are short feeble attempts
To reach God from the deep.
I go unheard,
I go unseen,
I lay lost in my world,
Of a lonely in-between.
Can anybody hear me?
I am screaming loud and clear.
I...
Has come to claim my soul.
Once more it drags me under,
It swallows me completely whole.
Its tentacles of fear sweep ore me,
Blinding sight and stealing breath.
Until the only thoughts inside
Are of fear sadness pain and death.
Cocooned in blackness
I lay asleep.
Prayers are short feeble attempts
To reach God from the deep.
I go unheard,
I go unseen,
I lay lost in my world,
Of a lonely in-between.
Can anybody hear me?
I am screaming loud and clear.
I...
#anxiety
#depression
#MentalHealth
34 reads
2 Comments
Liziantus-Marantus
Poem Published
14th May 2022 1:36pm
14th May 2022 1:36pm
Lost Spark
Stop trying tricks. You are throwing on me bricks.
The waters of my heart are really deep,but bloody.
In it is my dead body. Its skin is so dry,you can't even cry.
The organs are full of cockroaches. But the history is why it's like this.
Oh,how I miss being a child.
Now there are bloody tissues all over the room.
They have spots of trauma.
I'm sure I lost the spark. My scale of self esteem is black.
I wore shoes of spikes inside them.
One day I will remake them. Please,grab me some love from the store.
A black...
The waters of my heart are really deep,but bloody.
In it is my dead body. Its skin is so dry,you can't even cry.
The organs are full of cockroaches. But the history is why it's like this.
Oh,how I miss being a child.
Now there are bloody tissues all over the room.
They have spots of trauma.
I'm sure I lost the spark. My scale of self esteem is black.
I wore shoes of spikes inside them.
One day I will remake them. Please,grab me some love from the store.
A black...
#sadness
#anxiety
#depression
#dark
#LifeStruggles
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Wired6
Poem Published
12th May 2022 12:02pm
12th May 2022 12:02pm
Craving Company.
I am a woman ALONE
Living in my Semidetached home,ALONE
I feel somewhat comfortable,
Living in my own home,
ALONE.
But lately,
I've been craving company,
Watching the T.V,unwillingly,
2 feel connected with humanity.
Feeling anxious
Whenever the walls speak
So I turn the volume on the T.V up.
Louder.
Louder.
Louder.
Silence is Louder.
A glass or two or three,of red,red wine
Soothes me every time
Giving me courage
2 call my ex,who...
Living in my Semidetached home,ALONE
I feel somewhat comfortable,
Living in my own home,
ALONE.
But lately,
I've been craving company,
Watching the T.V,unwillingly,
2 feel connected with humanity.
Feeling anxious
Whenever the walls speak
So I turn the volume on the T.V up.
Louder.
Louder.
Louder.
Silence is Louder.
A glass or two or three,of red,red wine
Soothes me every time
Giving me courage
2 call my ex,who...
#sadness
#anxiety
#loneliness
#frustration
#emptiness
46 reads
6 Comments
robert43041
Viking
Viking
Poem Published
12th May 2022 4:09am
12th May 2022 4:09am
The magic wand
He looked in the mirror
And saw nothing.
No body
No face
No shadow.
The witch had really done it.
The bitch must have paid her
A very nice sum
She meant for him to disappear
From her life.
Forever.
But he never thought she could throw such a spell.
She had completely annihilated him.
He woke up as if out of a trance,
Jerked away from this nightmare
Sweating like a pig.
At the foot of the bed was his suitcase
Somebody had already packed it.
Passport on top
A wad of cash
And a one way ticket ...
And saw nothing.
No body
No face
No shadow.
The witch had really done it.
The bitch must have paid her
A very nice sum
She meant for him to disappear
From her life.
Forever.
But he never thought she could throw such a spell.
She had completely annihilated him.
He woke up as if out of a trance,
Jerked away from this nightmare
Sweating like a pig.
At the foot of the bed was his suitcase
Somebody had already packed it.
Passport on top
A wad of cash
And a one way ticket ...
#anxiety
#confusion
#despair
33 reads
2 Comments
smackdownraven
Poem Published
10th May 2022 10:56pm
10th May 2022 10:56pm
stark
in darkness break the silent vow
bleeding faith culted beliefs
in the sorrow planting seeds
cunning how the vine withers
without hope the fruit strangled
the faint cry in the stark pain
hurtful denial pleading in vain
solemn is the way among chaos
quickly now be on your way in the vastness
infinite tears shed in anger
weeps the soul for the morrow
stuck in the now we toil
to never reap in the promised land
forever lost in the sea of nothingness
our minds to never expand
bleeding faith culted beliefs
in the sorrow planting seeds
cunning how the vine withers
without hope the fruit strangled
the faint cry in the stark pain
hurtful denial pleading in vain
solemn is the way among chaos
quickly now be on your way in the vastness
infinite tears shed in anger
weeps the soul for the morrow
stuck in the now we toil
to never reap in the promised land
forever lost in the sea of nothingness
our minds to never expand
#anxiety
#dark
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2 Comments
TheFutureEmbrace
Poem Published
10th May 2022 2:00pm
10th May 2022 2:00pm
Broken Box
Have you ever hung in a pile of trash
Have you ever slept next to your Mother’s ash
Or died in a room that haunts
Whilst terrorised by such unkempt thoughts
I have lived in hollows bare
And empty shells of past
Piggy-backed on those who care
To make any sordid lie last
There is no line nor word-
No syllable or rhyme,
That can ever expunge
my rancid hate and crime
Locked in these walls
Field and death heads combine
I always wish for erasure
A life led half held and divine
...
Have you ever slept next to your Mother’s ash
Or died in a room that haunts
Whilst terrorised by such unkempt thoughts
I have lived in hollows bare
And empty shells of past
Piggy-backed on those who care
To make any sordid lie last
There is no line nor word-
No syllable or rhyme,
That can ever expunge
my rancid hate and crime
Locked in these walls
Field and death heads combine
I always wish for erasure
A life led half held and divine
...
#anxiety
#love
#grief #breakup
#grief #breakup
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Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
9th May 2022 11:25pm
9th May 2022 11:25pm
making a change
This feeling is there for a reason
you've been running so long
you forgot to look inside
and see the thing
you were running from
was your own fear
You've always been good
at being strong
at holding your own
and muscling your way
through the hard times
it's in the vulnerability
where you struggle
with shaking hands
racing heartbeat
and the desire to run
far away from anything
that might cause you
a deeper hurt
than the one you carry
around with you
This feeling is...
you've been running so long
you forgot to look inside
and see the thing
you were running from
was your own fear
You've always been good
at being strong
at holding your own
and muscling your way
through the hard times
it's in the vulnerability
where you struggle
with shaking hands
racing heartbeat
and the desire to run
far away from anything
that might cause you
a deeper hurt
than the one you carry
around with you
This feeling is...
#anxiety
#courage
#LifeStruggles #MentalHealth
#LifeStruggles #MentalHealth
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3 Comments
Wired6
Poem Published
9th May 2022 8:41pm
9th May 2022 8:41pm
British Wait Concern.
Wide,
Heavy,
Sticking out.
His wait is of concern.
British concern.
Wait!-- it matters.
Lose,Wait.
©Wired6. 2/5/2022
Heavy,
Sticking out.
His wait is of concern.
British concern.
Wait!-- it matters.
Lose,Wait.
©Wired6. 2/5/2022
#anxiety
#shame
#greed #denial
#greed #denial
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Liziantus-Marantus
Poem Published
9th May 2022 11:02am
9th May 2022 11:02am
Bulgarian Poem #6
Ти ме изяде докато още се топях.
Но ти го правиш да прилича на грях.
сега сърцето ми е от камък...
Но ти го правиш да прилича на грях.
сега сърцето ми е от камък...
#anxiety
#depression
#SelfWorth
25 reads
3 Comments
jessica_orr
Jessica Orr
Jessica Orr
Poem Published
9th May 2022 7:41am
9th May 2022 7:41am
near perfect
prep work is the pits.
it makes me think, be near
perfect.
i don't want structure; it is
unbearably hipster;
it brings mountains to bear and
i am finished.
perhaps meeting a maker is the
salt of my crust- he is lunar, majestic
and perfect as near can be.
it makes me think, be near
perfect.
i don't want structure; it is
unbearably hipster;
it brings mountains to bear and
i am finished.
perhaps meeting a maker is the
salt of my crust- he is lunar, majestic
and perfect as near can be.
#anxiety
#MentalHealth
#freedom #escape
#freedom #escape
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