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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D C
D C
Poem Published
14th Mar 2025 5:21pm
14th Mar 2025 5:21pm
The Great Escape Chapter 20, Part 1 of 6
#anxiety
#LifeChangingMoment
#LifeStruggles #passion
#LifeStruggles #passion
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GN101
Poem Published
13th Mar 2025 9:35am
13th Mar 2025 9:35am
Lost Without Direction
Making brush strokes on the road, reading the length of the journey
I make my marks on life, I rearrange the dreaded future
Through the touch of death, I’ve lived forever
Imprisoned by sound and proud of it
Doing my time, drinking the wine
Wishing the pull back in
A loving stare, a rebirth of the other side, wish me wise and live by those words
You have to hurt to make the call
You have to hurt to make the call now
I make my marks on life, I rearrange the dreaded future
Through the touch of death, I’ve lived forever
Imprisoned by sound and proud of it
Doing my time, drinking the wine
Wishing the pull back in
A loving stare, a rebirth of the other side, wish me wise and live by those words
You have to hurt to make the call
You have to hurt to make the call now
#anxiety
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oskar
Poem Published
11th Mar 2025 10:07pm
11th Mar 2025 10:07pm
ISIS in power
Syria’s new rulers
I’m going out to buy two onions, flowers for my wife, and a box of red wine for no one in particular; since I’m the only one in the house who drinks wine, I guess I have to drink it myself
The checkout woman looked like Assad’s wife
Which made me think of the thousands of prisoners in his dungeon; they have disappeared. There could not have been so many; after all, perhaps it was a hall lined with mirrors.
The Alawites, Druids, and Christians, not that are murdered by the thousands, many hides in the Russian base, not the newspapers say anything about,...
I’m going out to buy two onions, flowers for my wife, and a box of red wine for no one in particular; since I’m the only one in the house who drinks wine, I guess I have to drink it myself
The checkout woman looked like Assad’s wife
Which made me think of the thousands of prisoners in his dungeon; they have disappeared. There could not have been so many; after all, perhaps it was a hall lined with mirrors.
The Alawites, Druids, and Christians, not that are murdered by the thousands, many hides in the Russian base, not the newspapers say anything about,...
#anger
#anxiety
#apathy
#boredom
#confusion
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Lady_Hades333
Poem Published
11th Mar 2025 6:04pm
11th Mar 2025 6:04pm
Lost & Found
Sitting at the table
Gambling with my soul
Shitty cards between my fingers
Body growing old
Length of the days begin to shrink ...
I need one of them
Because of how I think
The screams inside the darkness
Are bone shattering and shrill
This descent into the madness
Is a fucking thrill
Swimming in the endless sea
It Cuts and burns like glass on fire
Time is ticking , fleeting
Getting down to the wire
Bottles line the beach
Pieces sting like razor blades
But The shore is always out of...
Gambling with my soul
Shitty cards between my fingers
Body growing old
Length of the days begin to shrink ...
I need one of them
Because of how I think
The screams inside the darkness
Are bone shattering and shrill
This descent into the madness
Is a fucking thrill
Swimming in the endless sea
It Cuts and burns like glass on fire
Time is ticking , fleeting
Getting down to the wire
Bottles line the beach
Pieces sting like razor blades
But The shore is always out of...
#anxiety
#depression
#MentalHealth #PTSD
#MentalHealth #PTSD
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MalcolmG
Poem Published
7th Mar 2025 3:53pm
7th Mar 2025 3:53pm
The Narcissist Victim - "Hollow Echo / Nothing"
stop. / no, wait— rewind. // it didn’t— happen— like that. / did it?
(no, you’re just sensitive.) / (I didn’t mean it like that.)
(but you said—) / but you said— / but—
… no, never mind. forget it. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m—
(erase.)
I swear I used to have a voice. // a shape. a name.
but you pressed your hands into my skull, // said, No, you’re remembering wrong.
said, I love you. Don’t you trust me? / (the knife is in my hands now.)
I— / I don’t know anymore. / I—
(you don’t know anymore.)
(again.)
...
(no, you’re just sensitive.) / (I didn’t mean it like that.)
(but you said—) / but you said— / but—
… no, never mind. forget it. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m—
(erase.)
I swear I used to have a voice. // a shape. a name.
but you pressed your hands into my skull, // said, No, you’re remembering wrong.
said, I love you. Don’t you trust me? / (the knife is in my hands now.)
I— / I don’t know anymore. / I—
(you don’t know anymore.)
(again.)
...
#anxiety
#apathy
#emptiness #frustration
#emptiness #frustration
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oskar
Poem Published
7th Mar 2025 1:12pm
7th Mar 2025 1:12pm
racial tension and Floyd
Racial tension and Floyd
A picture of a committee in defense of human right a picture where serious white man and a woman in a business suit and to black persons This was serious business no one smile except the two black persons that spoiled the gravity of the solemn undertaking
Most black people I have met were like me from a working stiff background I was employed on ships they were mostly onloading cargo from the said, ships, they appeared more open, talkative then us Scandinavians, we don’t say much unless we are drunk in a bar
there was an unspoken racial barrier that...
A picture of a committee in defense of human right a picture where serious white man and a woman in a business suit and to black persons This was serious business no one smile except the two black persons that spoiled the gravity of the solemn undertaking
Most black people I have met were like me from a working stiff background I was employed on ships they were mostly onloading cargo from the said, ships, they appeared more open, talkative then us Scandinavians, we don’t say much unless we are drunk in a bar
there was an unspoken racial barrier that...
#anger
#anxiety
#apathy #denial
#apathy #denial
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Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
7th Mar 2025 5:20am
7th Mar 2025 5:20am
one of those days (parenting edition)
It's been one of those mornings
where my kiddo wants to throw down
over every little thing
And like every other bad day
the only cure
is silliness
We've had tickle cuddles
played the "where's your beautiful face?"
version of peek-a-boo
and made fairy bread for breakfast
because if sugar doesn't cure grumpiness
it shouldn't exist
My parental nerves are frayed
and I really shouldn't be drinking
a third cup of coffee
but in the absence of any real
mind altering substance ...
where my kiddo wants to throw down
over every little thing
And like every other bad day
the only cure
is silliness
We've had tickle cuddles
played the "where's your beautiful face?"
version of peek-a-boo
and made fairy bread for breakfast
because if sugar doesn't cure grumpiness
it shouldn't exist
My parental nerves are frayed
and I really shouldn't be drinking
a third cup of coffee
but in the absence of any real
mind altering substance ...
#anxiety
#children
#family #frustration
#family #frustration
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4 Comments
WillowsWhimsies
Poem Published
6th Mar 2025 4:35pm
6th Mar 2025 4:35pm
mental overdrive
silence is a mythical creature
Pegasus in flight on a starry night
clouds always obscuring it from my sight
{& all that romantic crap}
such beasts rarely descend into my chaotic realm
sleep is a wildscape of dreaming
wakefulness a cacophony
it's been...a few sleepless darks...& counting
eyes open but unseeing
desperate for respite
as words...questions...memories
rattle around the birdcage of my mind
dust kicked up by their turbulent beating
& I struggle to focus on breathing
not as easy as you'd think ...
Pegasus in flight on a starry night
clouds always obscuring it from my sight
{& all that romantic crap}
such beasts rarely descend into my chaotic realm
sleep is a wildscape of dreaming
wakefulness a cacophony
it's been...a few sleepless darks...& counting
eyes open but unseeing
desperate for respite
as words...questions...memories
rattle around the birdcage of my mind
dust kicked up by their turbulent beating
& I struggle to focus on breathing
not as easy as you'd think ...
#anxiety
#confessional
#insomnia
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15 Comments
StarlaMaris
Starla Maris
Starla Maris
Poem Published
28th Feb 2025 7:47pm
28th Feb 2025 7:47pm
Too loud
Sometimes this world is too loud
For a quiet gentle soul
Lost in the noise of the incessant crowd
Searching for what will make her whole
Hey Saint Anthony
I’ve lost myself again
Can you please help me
Find myself amongst the shame
Am I too much of a misfit
In a world full of same
Will I ever find the hit
That makes me feel sane
Why do I maintain the soft
Despite all of the hurt
Why can’t I hold myself aloft
And clean off all the dirt
I long to be free of those eyes
Who watch my every move
To...
For a quiet gentle soul
Lost in the noise of the incessant crowd
Searching for what will make her whole
Hey Saint Anthony
I’ve lost myself again
Can you please help me
Find myself amongst the shame
Am I too much of a misfit
In a world full of same
Will I ever find the hit
That makes me feel sane
Why do I maintain the soft
Despite all of the hurt
Why can’t I hold myself aloft
And clean off all the dirt
I long to be free of those eyes
Who watch my every move
To...
#anxiety
#LifeStruggles
#SelfDiscovery
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missjem56
Poem Published
28th Feb 2025 3:05pm
28th Feb 2025 3:05pm
Thought Less
I worry,
often
That i think
to much
But
as i age
I worry
That i'll
reach a stage
Where
i may not
think at all......
by Jemia
often
That i think
to much
But
as i age
I worry
That i'll
reach a stage
Where
i may not
think at all......
by Jemia
#aging
#anxiety
#LifeAsAWriter #philosophical
#LifeAsAWriter #philosophical
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oskar
Poem Published
27th Feb 2025 2:47pm
27th Feb 2025 2:47pm
peace in our time
Peace in our time
What can we say our hope for peace in Ukraine was declared, we are no longer sure if this is possible, the right words were spoken until someone mentioned the value of rich soil that had costly minerals within, and the talk of suffering humanity talk a pause, greed had entered the frame
Sure, we need troops to guard our ill-gotten treasures, friendly troops do you mind if there is a thing like friendly weaponized troops guarding
Earth treasure
While our leaders try to change the narrative to
tell us it is not about right or wrong but it is about...
What can we say our hope for peace in Ukraine was declared, we are no longer sure if this is possible, the right words were spoken until someone mentioned the value of rich soil that had costly minerals within, and the talk of suffering humanity talk a pause, greed had entered the frame
Sure, we need troops to guard our ill-gotten treasures, friendly troops do you mind if there is a thing like friendly weaponized troops guarding
Earth treasure
While our leaders try to change the narrative to
tell us it is not about right or wrong but it is about...
#anger
#anxiety
#despair
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a_methyste
hlightdroid
hlightdroid
Poem Published
26th Feb 2025 8:56pm
26th Feb 2025 8:56pm
Winter
Why did I land on this landscape?
Why so hostile?
This night plays fear and dark.
Why this shore?
With these strong waves?
That pushes my body on the rocks and refuseS the way back.
This winters,
Bitter,
Spelling frosts.
Why so hostile?
This night plays fear and dark.
Why this shore?
With these strong waves?
That pushes my body on the rocks and refuseS the way back.
This winters,
Bitter,
Spelling frosts.
#anxiety
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