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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oskar
Poem Published
23rd Jan 2022 9:43am
23rd Jan 2022 9:43am
cold weather
Cold weather front
A few good days fooled us the cold weather returned we thought it was
early spring. I worried about my almond tree has its buds had been damaged
and will not bloom and strews petals on the lane,
the illusion of frost, the princes in the tower saw in the fairy tale.
The fire in the grate is exuding warmth the dog no one owns snoozes in a chair,
no, the heart to throw it out
I’m not a tree hugger, but give trees a friendly slap
a sucker for the down and out bought a chicken for a Roma women
begging outside, the guard...
A few good days fooled us the cold weather returned we thought it was
early spring. I worried about my almond tree has its buds had been damaged
and will not bloom and strews petals on the lane,
the illusion of frost, the princes in the tower saw in the fairy tale.
The fire in the grate is exuding warmth the dog no one owns snoozes in a chair,
no, the heart to throw it out
I’m not a tree hugger, but give trees a friendly slap
a sucker for the down and out bought a chicken for a Roma women
begging outside, the guard...
#anxiety
#depression
#bipolar
#apathy
#diabetes
29 reads
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Bluevelvete
Poem Published
20th Jan 2022 10:57pm
20th Jan 2022 10:57pm
Where my wild things are...
It crawls and slithers
picking - picking
reopening mental scabs
that never seem to heal,
quite right
Echoes intermittently reverberate
punctuating emptiness
honed claws scratch from inside
out
hurting again
that habitual hurt
Uneasiness leads to
nervousness that slips
without warning
fueling a propensity...
for
inexplicable panic
Pressures— made or born
put-upon
wired in ways
that cross confuse
tangling thoughts
which contort actions
intended...
picking - picking
reopening mental scabs
that never seem to heal,
quite right
Echoes intermittently reverberate
punctuating emptiness
honed claws scratch from inside
out
hurting again
that habitual hurt
Uneasiness leads to
nervousness that slips
without warning
fueling a propensity...
for
inexplicable panic
Pressures— made or born
put-upon
wired in ways
that cross confuse
tangling thoughts
which contort actions
intended...
#anxiety
#identity
#LifeStruggles
#MentalHealth
#hurt
164 reads
30 Comments
MartenHoyle
Poem Published
20th Jan 2022 5:40pm
20th Jan 2022 5:40pm
Life Flashes Before my Eyes
Life Flashes Before my Eyes”
I watered flowers without seeds,
Given only to dead soil and to weeds.
Now in my eyes, life returns in reverse
And what was only hurts.
I beheld a scenery void of light
From a dreadful, unknown height.
No man or beast could be seen
But in the darkness, there between
The day and night of what was mine
Were the fruits and flowers, and the shrine
Of my hope no man could comprehend,
And the form I swore had been my only friend.
So, I must say goodbye. I see them die anew,
And as...
I watered flowers without seeds,
Given only to dead soil and to weeds.
Now in my eyes, life returns in reverse
And what was only hurts.
I beheld a scenery void of light
From a dreadful, unknown height.
No man or beast could be seen
But in the darkness, there between
The day and night of what was mine
Were the fruits and flowers, and the shrine
Of my hope no man could comprehend,
And the form I swore had been my only friend.
So, I must say goodbye. I see them die anew,
And as...
#anxiety
#love
#depression
#loneliness
#friendship
47 reads
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MartenHoyle
Poem Published
20th Jan 2022 1:35am
20th Jan 2022 1:35am
Ghost
Ghost”
I do not feel a thing.
I can only be imagining
Such a thing as life inside my veins,
As no blood, only the ache, remains.
Behind daylight, my heart is open
With the shadows I have chosen.
I don’t remember if I let them in,
Or if this is the way it’s always been.
Does it feel feverish? This sad oppression
Of my own design? My own repression?
It feels like someone else is beside me.
It feels like my insides move inside me
While I am still. Still and loveless as a stone—
It is a crowded sensation,...
I do not feel a thing.
I can only be imagining
Such a thing as life inside my veins,
As no blood, only the ache, remains.
Behind daylight, my heart is open
With the shadows I have chosen.
I don’t remember if I let them in,
Or if this is the way it’s always been.
Does it feel feverish? This sad oppression
Of my own design? My own repression?
It feels like someone else is beside me.
It feels like my insides move inside me
While I am still. Still and loveless as a stone—
It is a crowded sensation,...
#sadness
#anxiety
#depression
#loneliness
#emptiness
73 reads
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MartenHoyle
Poem Published
19th Jan 2022 4:38pm
19th Jan 2022 4:38pm
Sepal
Sepal”
My throat is laid bare
Waiting for something new,
Something that I can share,
For a new memory or two.
What I can’t remember that I wish I could,
What I can’t remember that I know I should.
I’m in the silence of feelings I cannot trust,
As though the years have been a lie.
And as they dwindle from embers to dust
I feel like I’m waiting for someone else to die.
Always I cannot speak with so much to say
To the next soul that will leave me someday.
What sentences form from the quietness
Are but a...
My throat is laid bare
Waiting for something new,
Something that I can share,
For a new memory or two.
What I can’t remember that I wish I could,
What I can’t remember that I know I should.
I’m in the silence of feelings I cannot trust,
As though the years have been a lie.
And as they dwindle from embers to dust
I feel like I’m waiting for someone else to die.
Always I cannot speak with so much to say
To the next soul that will leave me someday.
What sentences form from the quietness
Are but a...
#sadness
#anxiety
#depression #loneliness
#depression #loneliness
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Oracle19
Poem Published
19th Jan 2022 11:49am
19th Jan 2022 11:49am
Ghost
Haunted memories
My heart was once full of love
Now you are a ghost
My heart was once full of love
Now you are a ghost
#anxiety
#love
#depression
#loneliness
#LifeStruggles
68 reads
5 Comments
MusicallyMrM
Poem Published
19th Jan 2022 2:18am
19th Jan 2022 2:18am
BIG McNaked
#anger
#anxiety
#LifeStruggles #SelfReflection
#LifeStruggles #SelfReflection
32 reads
1 Comment
lookingformngick
Taitum
Taitum
Poem Published
18th Jan 2022 11:27pm
18th Jan 2022 11:27pm
Letters From a Trashy Housewife #2
I make a pretty shit housewife
So much so that I’m not a wife
And I don’t have a house
Fuck I don’t even have a partner anymore
I guess I should retitle the series
‘Letters From a Trashy Single-Mom’
Or
‘Letters From a Fucking Trailer Park Cliche’
Or
‘Letters From Just Another Stupid Girl Who Thought She Could Break the Cycle But She Was Just Too Fucking Weak’
Is it better to raise my daughter apart?
With my sanity at least partially intact?
Or is better to bite the bullet?
Sacrifice my happiness to play pretend? ...
So much so that I’m not a wife
And I don’t have a house
Fuck I don’t even have a partner anymore
I guess I should retitle the series
‘Letters From a Trashy Single-Mom’
Or
‘Letters From a Fucking Trailer Park Cliche’
Or
‘Letters From Just Another Stupid Girl Who Thought She Could Break the Cycle But She Was Just Too Fucking Weak’
Is it better to raise my daughter apart?
With my sanity at least partially intact?
Or is better to bite the bullet?
Sacrifice my happiness to play pretend? ...
#anger
#anxiety
#dark
#despair
#disappointment
65 reads
8 Comments
Haunted_Lunacy
Poem Published
18th Jan 2022 6:07am
18th Jan 2022 6:07am
Digital Ghost
Screen anxiety, /
your digital ghost haunts me, /
log off and save me.
your digital ghost haunts me, /
log off and save me.
#anxiety
#haiku
#ghosts
#IMissYou
#fear
45 reads
2 Comments
LtDansLegs
Jay.
Jay.
Poem Published
17th Jan 2022 6:53pm
17th Jan 2022 6:53pm
Where is the way?
Silence.
Except for the trees.
Whispering wisdom through
rustling leaves.
Movement.
A struggle to breathe.
Strangled by thoughts crawling
up from beneath.
Deeper.
The scars that remain.
Replaying the memories,
recycling the pain.
Closer.
Her breath at my nape.
No tears left for crying,
there is no escape.
Reason.
Burn dreams to asunder.
Gone is the child filled with
joy, hope, and wonder.
Ending.
Unwritten for now.
Lest the courage come forward,
some way or somehow.
Except for the trees.
Whispering wisdom through
rustling leaves.
Movement.
A struggle to breathe.
Strangled by thoughts crawling
up from beneath.
Deeper.
The scars that remain.
Replaying the memories,
recycling the pain.
Closer.
Her breath at my nape.
No tears left for crying,
there is no escape.
Reason.
Burn dreams to asunder.
Gone is the child filled with
joy, hope, and wonder.
Ending.
Unwritten for now.
Lest the courage come forward,
some way or somehow.
#anxiety
#depression
#fear
83 reads
10 Comments
runningturtle87
Poem Published
15th Jan 2022 8:13pm
15th Jan 2022 8:13pm
Trigger Unhappy
Trigger Unhappy
Out of the blue,
Something
Happens
To you,
And
You're
Triggered
Right into
Despair.
I want
To give
Comfort
And make
You feel
Fine,
But
Nothing
Is taking
You there.
I've given
My options
The best
That
I could,
Yet
None
Of my talents
Set free
The focus
This trigger
Provides
For
Your anger
To wallow
Is sad
Company.
A note,
If I may, ...
Out of the blue,
Something
Happens
To you,
And
You're
Triggered
Right into
Despair.
I want
To give
Comfort
And make
You feel
Fine,
But
Nothing
Is taking
You there.
I've given
My options
The best
That
I could,
Yet
None
Of my talents
Set free
The focus
This trigger
Provides
For
Your anger
To wallow
Is sad
Company.
A note,
If I may, ...
#anxiety
#depression
#bipolar
#addiction
#PTSD
94 reads
0 Comments
Kaden_Malis
Kaden Malis
Kaden Malis
Poem Published
15th Jan 2022 2:28am
15th Jan 2022 2:28am
Broken relic
I'm all right
I'm doing fine
I'm OK
Quit looking for signs
The only thing troubling
Is everyone who stares
Waiting for the big fail
They won't look away
They don't even care
I'm just hanging on their cross
Waiting on the nails
Go ahead and stare
At paranoia on display
A broken museum relic
To set your fixated gaze
I'm doing fine
I'm OK
Quit looking for signs
The only thing troubling
Is everyone who stares
Waiting for the big fail
They won't look away
They don't even care
I'm just hanging on their cross
Waiting on the nails
Go ahead and stare
At paranoia on display
A broken museum relic
To set your fixated gaze
#anxiety
#depression
#bipolar
#MentalHealth
#vulnerability
87 reads
3 Comments
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