Poems About Anxiety Seeking Honest Critique
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Paulajobi
Paula Jobi
Paula Jobi
Poem Published
15th Dec 2024 8:54am
15th Dec 2024 8:54am
Today
#anxiety
#dark
#fear
#memories
#PTSD
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Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
13th Dec 2024 8:16pm
13th Dec 2024 8:16pm
Such a great blow for a day job
The dude at the counter said that he had gotten the job
He was to go downstairs and meet the boss, get his apron and get briefed on the rules and regulations of the restaurant
He went downstairs to meet his boss
He walked to the threshold of the door and knocked gently
The boss looked up from the desk and told him to come in and sit down
He asked him how bad he wanted the job
He told him that he really likes the place and he thought that he could really...
The boss cut him off and asked him what he can do to get the job
He didn't know what he...
He was to go downstairs and meet the boss, get his apron and get briefed on the rules and regulations of the restaurant
He went downstairs to meet his boss
He walked to the threshold of the door and knocked gently
The boss looked up from the desk and told him to come in and sit down
He asked him how bad he wanted the job
He told him that he really likes the place and he thought that he could really...
The boss cut him off and asked him what he can do to get the job
He didn't know what he...
#anxiety
#family
#fiction
#job
#manipulation
49 reads
10 Comments
poet5678
CHUCKLES 123
CHUCKLES 123
Poem Published
11th Dec 2024 7:28am
11th Dec 2024 7:28am
I am glad you want me
I am glad you want me
Ally
To be your friend
Maybe forever
I will be fine with it
I don't want you to think
That I am a hopeless case
I am trying my best
Taking care of me
Because there is nobody
Else who will take care of me
And I am quite able to do it
Also I am now in my senior years
And I just love to live in my
Senior years
I had lost some of my hearing
That is why
I need to use my hearing aid
I already got used to it
I already have some cataract
On my left eye
Also I need glasses for...
Ally
To be your friend
Maybe forever
I will be fine with it
I don't want you to think
That I am a hopeless case
I am trying my best
Taking care of me
Because there is nobody
Else who will take care of me
And I am quite able to do it
Also I am now in my senior years
And I just love to live in my
Senior years
I had lost some of my hearing
That is why
I need to use my hearing aid
I already got used to it
I already have some cataract
On my left eye
Also I need glasses for...
#anxiety
#disappointment
#fear
#jealousy
#regret
28 reads
0 Comments
poetic_gawdess
Poem Published
10th Dec 2024 5:50pm
10th Dec 2024 5:50pm
Undercurrent.
It feels like I’m swimming for my life,
around me, a large body of water,
and there are absolutely no signs of land in sight.
My arms and legs grow heavier
from exhaustion.
Fire is burning in my lungs, as I breathe
And while I think I’m breathing in fresh air
it doesn’t feel like oxygen, quite the opposite.
Something hot and unrelenting coils in my chest
even as I exhale.
suddenly feeling as though
I’m wading in the fiery lakes of hell.
“Keep swimming.” I think to myself.
The end has got to be near, ...
around me, a large body of water,
and there are absolutely no signs of land in sight.
My arms and legs grow heavier
from exhaustion.
Fire is burning in my lungs, as I breathe
And while I think I’m breathing in fresh air
it doesn’t feel like oxygen, quite the opposite.
Something hot and unrelenting coils in my chest
even as I exhale.
suddenly feeling as though
I’m wading in the fiery lakes of hell.
“Keep swimming.” I think to myself.
The end has got to be near, ...
#anxiety
#depression
#LifeStruggles #water
#LifeStruggles #water
132 reads
4 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
9th Dec 2024 1:47pm
9th Dec 2024 1:47pm
Horses of the Night
In vast meadows
horses gallop free
under the wide, deep blue sky.
In the solitude of the field
the whistles resound
echoing memories of a fruitful time.
Big eyes filled with longing.
That only the lonely soul knows
they feel the absence intensely.
On cold nights the pain doesn't go away.
The wind carries ancient whispers
of days spent next to your loved one.
Now distant how long the paths are
leaving the heart torn apart.
Horses run, shadows in the twilight.
Witnesses of the sadness that...
horses gallop free
under the wide, deep blue sky.
In the solitude of the field
the whistles resound
echoing memories of a fruitful time.
Big eyes filled with longing.
That only the lonely soul knows
they feel the absence intensely.
On cold nights the pain doesn't go away.
The wind carries ancient whispers
of days spent next to your loved one.
Now distant how long the paths are
leaving the heart torn apart.
Horses run, shadows in the twilight.
Witnesses of the sadness that...
#anxiety
#apathy
#depression
#emptiness
#nightmares
58 reads
8 Comments
NP_NP
Poem Published
6th Dec 2024 8:19pm
6th Dec 2024 8:19pm
Botticelli
Standing at a crossroads, why do I have to choose when Botticelli painted both the Madonna and Child and The Birth of Venus? I say I don't write for the purist, so why can't I create my real emotions—mental art—without fear of repercussions? What was going through your mind, Botticelli, when you painted for both Pagans and Catholics? Should I keep my work neat and pure, the cute shit that’s suitable for a bland palate, or can I give you tears and pain, profanity intertwined with the confession of sin?
When I was a child, I learned not to share my dreams or thoughts because it...
When I was a child, I learned not to share my dreams or thoughts because it...
#anxiety
#depression
#emptiness
#LifeStruggles
#loneliness
74 reads
3 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
5th Dec 2024 1:44pm
5th Dec 2024 1:44pm
Silent knot
In the quiet hours when sleep eludes,
being awake for long, through the night.
A scent emerges, twisting in the air,
the strange smell of something burning.
Eyes wide open, thoughts begin to unravel,
the mind plays tricks in the absence of rest.
Is it fatigue or dreams left behind?
This scent, a whisper on the edge of awareness.
Senses sharpen in the haze of wakefulness,
reality blurs in the long hours of night.
The burnt smell, a ghostly presence,
a reminder of the body’s need for rest.
In these...
being awake for long, through the night.
A scent emerges, twisting in the air,
the strange smell of something burning.
Eyes wide open, thoughts begin to unravel,
the mind plays tricks in the absence of rest.
Is it fatigue or dreams left behind?
This scent, a whisper on the edge of awareness.
Senses sharpen in the haze of wakefulness,
reality blurs in the long hours of night.
The burnt smell, a ghostly presence,
a reminder of the body’s need for rest.
In these...
#anxiety
#insomnia
#nightmares
#scary
#sleep
65 reads
9 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
4th Dec 2024 11:33am
4th Dec 2024 11:33am
Sidewalks
Look, don't turn your head when you pass me,
unless you want me to break your neck
so you can always walk
with your chin up and your nose to the side...
Look, don't pretend you don't know me,
that you never touched my hand
and that we were never together
in a public restroom on the side of the road
or on the edge of the abyss.
Think about it, we ate the same food
and we drank the same drink
and I never stopped supporting your forehead
by the toilet for the rest of the lost night,
sometimes we even dreamed the same...
unless you want me to break your neck
so you can always walk
with your chin up and your nose to the side...
Look, don't pretend you don't know me,
that you never touched my hand
and that we were never together
in a public restroom on the side of the road
or on the edge of the abyss.
Think about it, we ate the same food
and we drank the same drink
and I never stopped supporting your forehead
by the toilet for the rest of the lost night,
sometimes we even dreamed the same...
#anger
#anxiety
#depression
#emptiness
#regret
56 reads
7 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
4th Dec 2024 10:39am
4th Dec 2024 10:39am
The Painful Train Ride
On the LIRR to Penn Station
Hot
Thick
I can smell myself
The floor is covered with garbage
I see a girl on the platform when we stop at the next town
I wish
I wish I could lift myself from this seat and touch her
I don't want to break her arm though
Do you want to know me?
My pain would crush your rib cage
I could love you
I wish I could stop running
Hot
Thick
I can smell myself
The floor is covered with garbage
I see a girl on the platform when we stop at the next town
I wish
I wish I could lift myself from this seat and touch her
I don't want to break her arm though
Do you want to know me?
My pain would crush your rib cage
I could love you
I wish I could stop running
#anxiety
#courage
#fear
#love
#suffering
87 reads
6 Comments
poet5678
CHUCKLES 123
CHUCKLES 123
Poem Published
3rd Dec 2024 10:22pm
3rd Dec 2024 10:22pm
Arrivederci winter
Now it is finally the time
To say
Arrivederci winter
It was indeed a long Winter
I was already getting sick
Of the winter
That never seem to ended
Now finally my Father brought the spring today
And I am very happy about that
Also my Father brought back
Home the birds that I was missing
For a long time now
At night time I live the windows
Open so it can cool my house
Because I have no air conditioning
In my house
And I been living in my house
For a long time now
Also I love the area I live in
The...
To say
Arrivederci winter
It was indeed a long Winter
I was already getting sick
Of the winter
That never seem to ended
Now finally my Father brought the spring today
And I am very happy about that
Also my Father brought back
Home the birds that I was missing
For a long time now
At night time I live the windows
Open so it can cool my house
Because I have no air conditioning
In my house
And I been living in my house
For a long time now
Also I love the area I live in
The...
#anger
#anxiety
#apathy
#bittersweet
#boredom
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0 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
3rd Dec 2024 12:00pm
3rd Dec 2024 12:00pm
Cinder Trail
Tough as a chastity cast iron scinth...
The reaper, always the reaper.
"Now I'm walking alone on the cinder trail."
Forget the cut deep in your flesh.
Face the night as it was a flash.
"Now you're walking alone on the cinder trail."
Shoot down your loose phantoms...
The king is dead and there's no other.
"Now we're walking alone on the cinder trail."
The reaper, always the reaper.
"Now I'm walking alone on the cinder trail."
Forget the cut deep in your flesh.
Face the night as it was a flash.
"Now you're walking alone on the cinder trail."
Shoot down your loose phantoms...
The king is dead and there's no other.
"Now we're walking alone on the cinder trail."
#anxiety
#dark
#death
#evil
#oppression
74 reads
6 Comments
smackdownraven
Poem Published
3rd Dec 2024 1:00am
3rd Dec 2024 1:00am
cringe
disturbing the silence my thoughts scream
cringing in the eternal noise
I have to let it out
anxiety is building
screws are turning tighter
the feeling explodes inside
my hands grip tight, hanging on for the ride
then letting go wave after wave
the pain is unbearable, the pain is good
my intensity burns
dialing it down, I back away from others
feeling too much hurts
scald the senses
reverbated insanity I feel it on the air
playing back to me my thoughrs
screaming through the energy
bringing...
cringing in the eternal noise
I have to let it out
anxiety is building
screws are turning tighter
the feeling explodes inside
my hands grip tight, hanging on for the ride
then letting go wave after wave
the pain is unbearable, the pain is good
my intensity burns
dialing it down, I back away from others
feeling too much hurts
scald the senses
reverbated insanity I feel it on the air
playing back to me my thoughrs
screaming through the energy
bringing...
#anxiety
69 reads
0 Comments
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