Poems About Anxiety Seeking Friendly Advice
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Poems about anxiety seeking friendly advice. Friendly advice and comments have been requested for these poems.
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Lozzamus
Poem Published
Yesterday 10:10pm
Yesterday 10:10pm
Trauma, Aged 10
They say a group of teenagers saw me on the field that August Bank Holiday Monday. One called over, asked if I was all right. I didn't answer, apparently. Just continued stumbling in the direction of home, sweat dripping from my face. The teenagers didn't hang around. They assumed I had sunstroke. If I had seen myself, I would have probably thought the same.
Others noticed me wandering along the main road towards the estate where we lived. Drinkers in the pub watched me stagger like a drunk. I continued walking. Up the hill, through a ginnel, past the church. Down the hill, along...
Others noticed me wandering along the main road towards the estate where we lived. Drinkers in the pub watched me stagger like a drunk. I continued walking. Up the hill, through a ginnel, past the church. Down the hill, along...
#anxiety
#violence
#confusion
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3 Comments
Mommyjo14
Poem Published
21st Jan 2020 9:35pm
21st Jan 2020 9:35pm
It was where the songbirds slept
Snowflakes
in thundery
showers of
rain.
stillness
of
old
age
ice foot
kissing
crust of
mud.
killing
time,
soily
palette of
rosebuds
beneath the
rising sun off -
white.
wounded
hands in
wild rivers
unclasped,
before death
to sleepy straw
man.
in thundery
showers of
rain.
stillness
of
old
age
ice foot
kissing
crust of
mud.
killing
time,
soily
palette of
rosebuds
beneath the
rising sun off -
white.
wounded
hands in
wild rivers
unclasped,
before death
to sleepy straw
man.
#sadness
#anxiety
#regret
#loneliness
#rejection
12 reads
2 Comments
Mommyjo14
Poem Published
21st Jan 2020 1:33pm
21st Jan 2020 1:33pm
Past the valley of thorns
I awoke in lily
White meadow,
echoes of long
gone lullabies.
still birth rose
buds within
rivers of tulips.
reminiscent of
whispers in the
wind, those hands
that dance like
virgin wings
and how so
Hickory bough
on fallen tree
of oak.
cut up buttercups
in morning shadow
of love, dead.
White meadow,
echoes of long
gone lullabies.
still birth rose
buds within
rivers of tulips.
reminiscent of
whispers in the
wind, those hands
that dance like
virgin wings
and how so
Hickory bough
on fallen tree
of oak.
cut up buttercups
in morning shadow
of love, dead.
#anxiety
#regret
#loneliness
#rejection
#heartbroken
21 reads
4 Comments
poeticsoldier
Poem Published
20th Jan 2020 6:19pm
20th Jan 2020 6:19pm
Mind Playing Tricks on Me
So many thoughts running through my mind. It’s hard to focus on just that one thing at a time. Those words seem to loose their voice at the moment when needed to speak. Fuck what was I just looking for. Fuck it just move on to the next irrelevant thought process. My minds a wreck! Wrecking my brain, trying to stay sane. But, I remain lost in my mind of pointless thoughts jumbled together. It seems as if, I am staring off into space.
When my minds rambling on these conjoining thoughts. Hard to make sense of it all. My angers on the rise get it together try to stay calm. Anxiety kicks in,...
When my minds rambling on these conjoining thoughts. Hard to make sense of it all. My angers on the rise get it together try to stay calm. Anxiety kicks in,...
#anger
#anxiety
#dark
#frustration
#confusion
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Shinobi
Poem Published
20th Jan 2020 4:37pm
20th Jan 2020 4:37pm
Macabe (Lai)
veil of shadows cover over my eyes
as the ghost comes closer in disguise
chalice crashes dripping blood like wine
stalking silently behind curtain of lies
creature awaits in the darkness surprise
so ticks the grizzled hands of time
rip out my wings I don't to fly
wallowing in self pity let me die
I'm burning...hold the door...last in line
as the ghost comes closer in disguise
chalice crashes dripping blood like wine
stalking silently behind curtain of lies
creature awaits in the darkness surprise
so ticks the grizzled hands of time
rip out my wings I don't to fly
wallowing in self pity let me die
I'm burning...hold the door...last in line
#anxiety
#dark
#evil #hell
#evil #hell
26 reads
1 Comment
The_Starstruck
Poem Published
18th Jan 2020 4:47am
18th Jan 2020 4:47am
Please Don't See
Please don't see me as I sob over a 4 year old memory that shouldn't hurt anymore.
Please don't see me and continue tapping away at your phone as I tap my leg and count to try and calm the 3 no 10 no 20 thoughts racing through my head at once.
Please don't see me in the lobby to the therapist office because God forbid you feel pity for me and I have to pretend you don't look just like the doctors looking at the bruises and muscle of the legs that I hate so much.
Please don't see meas I fight against anxiety while baking because despite my trust I can't stop...
Please don't see me and continue tapping away at your phone as I tap my leg and count to try and calm the 3 no 10 no 20 thoughts racing through my head at once.
Please don't see me in the lobby to the therapist office because God forbid you feel pity for me and I have to pretend you don't look just like the doctors looking at the bruises and muscle of the legs that I hate so much.
Please don't see meas I fight against anxiety while baking because despite my trust I can't stop...
#anxiety
#PTSD
#suffering #disappointment
#suffering #disappointment
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Kinkpoet
Poem Published
17th Jan 2020 5:44am
17th Jan 2020 5:44am
Psycho-Therapy
a little help please
collective unconscious holds
my Freudian slip
collective unconscious holds
my Freudian slip
#anxiety
#loneliness
#shame
18 reads
1 Comment
CosiestPrism273
Poem Published
16th Jan 2020 8:53am
16th Jan 2020 8:53am
Darkness to light
Darkness Is all around me
I reach out but nothing's there
I try to look and see
But all I can do is say a prayer
The light shines out from a tiny place
Then it goes and you question why
You desperately try to find that light to chase
And when you can't you tell yourself a lie
What is the purpose of all of this
False hope I always fall for it
Expecting something nice but it becomes a miss
At this point I expect to lose and never get
You try to run away from your fear
But you are stuck you can't move
You...
I reach out but nothing's there
I try to look and see
But all I can do is say a prayer
The light shines out from a tiny place
Then it goes and you question why
You desperately try to find that light to chase
And when you can't you tell yourself a lie
What is the purpose of all of this
False hope I always fall for it
Expecting something nice but it becomes a miss
At this point I expect to lose and never get
You try to run away from your fear
But you are stuck you can't move
You...
#anxiety
#hope
#identity
#FeelingLost
#SelfDiscovery
37 reads
4 Comments
Marygoldmary
Poem Published
16th Jan 2020 7:55am
16th Jan 2020 7:55am
Him or you
He makes my spirit soften
From the jagged edge
You carved into my heart
Still, you pull at me like a black hole
Too often blinded by your power
I venture much too close
Losing hope and faith
To your gravity
His gaze is so sure that I exist within myself
Yet you tear at my weakened sentience
And like a shark, circling its prey
Come quick to rip my mind to shreds
He caresses the pain from my life
Yet thoughts of you still poison me
I’m saved by the potency of...
From the jagged edge
You carved into my heart
Still, you pull at me like a black hole
Too often blinded by your power
I venture much too close
Losing hope and faith
To your gravity
His gaze is so sure that I exist within myself
Yet you tear at my weakened sentience
And like a shark, circling its prey
Come quick to rip my mind to shreds
He caresses the pain from my life
Yet thoughts of you still poison me
I’m saved by the potency of...
#anxiety
#lover
#choices
31 reads
2 Comments
Valeriya
Poem Published
14th Jan 2020 6:47pm
14th Jan 2020 6:47pm
Custom Drapery for your Masoleum
I stand vertical, looking down
upon thumbnails that grow,
from the tips of unteathered
wings.
Scratching my rough hewn
conscience beneath comfort.
Values dangle, with morality
like bloody hangnails across
solid wood.
Water spills from a bowl, blown
from silica glass, it turns as a
spinning globe,a vintage marble
that skittered.
The light shines onto bent words,
spoken aloud yet, never heard
The wind in her exuberant ways
carried off every apology,
sewing them into the lining ...
upon thumbnails that grow,
from the tips of unteathered
wings.
Scratching my rough hewn
conscience beneath comfort.
Values dangle, with morality
like bloody hangnails across
solid wood.
Water spills from a bowl, blown
from silica glass, it turns as a
spinning globe,a vintage marble
that skittered.
The light shines onto bent words,
spoken aloud yet, never heard
The wind in her exuberant ways
carried off every apology,
sewing them into the lining ...
#anxiety
#loneliness
#vanity #morality
#vanity #morality
34 reads
5 Comments
Jade-Pandora
jade tiger
jade tiger
Poem Published
14th Jan 2020 2:06am
14th Jan 2020 2:06am
I Never
I never get depressed but I’ll suffer,
A year-long’s worth of months go sailing by.
Christmas as my woes are stocking stuffers
To hang around my waist like pecan pie.
I wish that’s all it was, I hardly eat,
I never get depressed but I’ll suffer.
A day of letting go would be a treat,
God help if the remedy proves tougher.
The devil how I work for my supper,
It’s never gonna matter anyhow.
I never get depressed but I’ll suffer,
Someday I’ll take on less than I do now.
And yet I wonder if I’ll find the time—
Like...
A year-long’s worth of months go sailing by.
Christmas as my woes are stocking stuffers
To hang around my waist like pecan pie.
I wish that’s all it was, I hardly eat,
I never get depressed but I’ll suffer.
A day of letting go would be a treat,
God help if the remedy proves tougher.
The devil how I work for my supper,
It’s never gonna matter anyhow.
I never get depressed but I’ll suffer,
Someday I’ll take on less than I do now.
And yet I wonder if I’ll find the time—
Like...
#anxiety
#depression
#LifeAsAWriter #WritingPoetry
#LifeAsAWriter #WritingPoetry
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21 Comments
Tenderloin
Poem Published
14th Jan 2020 00:51am
14th Jan 2020 00:51am
That Spike In Nerves
Nervous apprehension spikes
not knowing what to expect,
the fear of strangers
craving a familiar face,
but they say
it is good to drift outside
that comfort zone
I could have hidden away
and blamed the weather
or a tiring workday
but something
propelled me here
So here I go.
not knowing what to expect,
the fear of strangers
craving a familiar face,
but they say
it is good to drift outside
that comfort zone
I could have hidden away
and blamed the weather
or a tiring workday
but something
propelled me here
So here I go.
#anxiety
#loneliness
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4 Comments
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