Least Read Poems About Anxiety
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FeNyX
Poem Published
22nd Dec 2020 6:52am
22nd Dec 2020 6:52am
Healing Goddess Or My Whisperer
With platinum tresses
And soft caresses
With luscious lips
And light fingertips
With sparkling eyes
And nothing to hide
With swaying hips
And jeans that grip
She leans in closely
So close I can taste her charms
So close I breathe her in deeply
and she whispers to my heart ...
(whispers)
I am whole again ...
And soft caresses
With luscious lips
And light fingertips
With sparkling eyes
And nothing to hide
With swaying hips
And jeans that grip
She leans in closely
So close I can taste her charms
So close I breathe her in deeply
and she whispers to my heart ...
(whispers)
I am whole again ...
#anxiety
#love
#support #healing
#support #healing
10 reads
8 Comments
FeNyX
Poem Published
30th Mar 2021 9:56pm
30th Mar 2021 9:56pm
Blurred Lines Of Stark Reality
Following the dark down into the filthy gutter
Throwing caution to wind dropping all pretense
Meandering through mind mazes hopelessly lost
Trying to find your self's real core and true sense
No matter the cost ...
Throwing caution to wind dropping all pretense
Meandering through mind mazes hopelessly lost
Trying to find your self's real core and true sense
No matter the cost ...
#anxiety
#love
#LifeStruggles
12 reads
8 Comments
FeNyX
Poem Published
8th Feb 2021 7:06pm
8th Feb 2021 7:06pm
That Crack Where The Light Leaks Out
The awakened mind breathes in the sun
The terrors of the night fades too slowly
The promise of a new day infuses
The hope it brings seeps surely intoxicatingly
The awkward view in lights full power
Stuns and compels to measured actions
Your mind empty of confusion and doubt
Is finally unified from it's warring factions
The inside fuels the outside in beautiful camouflage
Fodder for the world to look and say "You're OK"
Check that box off and fall in line behind the others
You have potential use it to the fullest because...
The terrors of the night fades too slowly
The promise of a new day infuses
The hope it brings seeps surely intoxicatingly
The awkward view in lights full power
Stuns and compels to measured actions
Your mind empty of confusion and doubt
Is finally unified from it's warring factions
The inside fuels the outside in beautiful camouflage
Fodder for the world to look and say "You're OK"
Check that box off and fall in line behind the others
You have potential use it to the fullest because...
#anxiety
#love
#depression
12 reads
9 Comments
FeNyX
Poem Published
17th Mar 2021 11:54am
17th Mar 2021 11:54am
Dreamt In the Deep Dark Night Of My Turbulent Restlessness
When your day goes to hell
Flies apart at your seems
Leaks too much saltwater
Over your lovely things
Yeah ... too much shit
Yeah ... too much hurt
Yeah ... too much Pain
Yeah ... always everyday
When your dishwasher leaks
Soaks through the floor beneath
Suds fill the kitchen all up
The floor'll now get mopped
Yeah ... too much work
Yeah ... too much bad luck
Yeah ... too much voided love
Yeah ... too much jaded muck
When your love drips out on the floor ...
Flies apart at your seems
Leaks too much saltwater
Over your lovely things
Yeah ... too much shit
Yeah ... too much hurt
Yeah ... too much Pain
Yeah ... always everyday
When your dishwasher leaks
Soaks through the floor beneath
Suds fill the kitchen all up
The floor'll now get mopped
Yeah ... too much work
Yeah ... too much bad luck
Yeah ... too much voided love
Yeah ... too much jaded muck
When your love drips out on the floor ...
#anxiety
#love
#nightmares
14 reads
7 Comments
Cyndi_Moone
Poem Published
25th Aug 2017 5:35pm
25th Aug 2017 5:35pm
A WILTING ROSE
I’ve never come to understand your rage
But, it seems to me you’re trapped in a cage
We all suffered the penalties under the same roof
We all bear our own scars that show the proof.
Some scars heal with the passing of time
But, yours remain in its original prime
Bitter and cold, you shut the world out
Every time you speak, you only shout
You built a wall and shut yourself in
Reasoning with you, no one can win.
I understand people build walls as a form of defense
But you are twenty-four hours in strict offense. ...
But, it seems to me you’re trapped in a cage
We all suffered the penalties under the same roof
We all bear our own scars that show the proof.
Some scars heal with the passing of time
But, yours remain in its original prime
Bitter and cold, you shut the world out
Every time you speak, you only shout
You built a wall and shut yourself in
Reasoning with you, no one can win.
I understand people build walls as a form of defense
But you are twenty-four hours in strict offense. ...
#anxiety
#depression
#LifeStruggles
#LifeAsAWriter
#boredom
15 reads
3 Comments
FeNyX
Poem Published
16th Feb 2021 00:26am
16th Feb 2021 00:26am
Status Update
I am
But am I?
I know
I think?
Where are you?
Where's my GPS?
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qq-Kf8KM6S0
But am I?
I know
I think?
Where are you?
Where's my GPS?
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qq-Kf8KM6S0
#anxiety
#SelfReflection
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6 Comments
hackerstacker
Poem Published
21st Nov 2018 6:56pm
21st Nov 2018 6:56pm
What we see in mirrors
#anxiety
#scary
#funny
17 reads
6 Comments
Dreamboy
Poem Published
18th Nov 2021 3:19pm
18th Nov 2021 3:19pm
Animals
There's animals
hiding
In the bushes outside
of my apartment
looking in
on me and my children
we do our best to tell each other
And ourselves
theres no such thing as
monsters
and boy,
do we want to
believe it.
Seen enough
death
for two or three.
television and media
speak
in waves
to these
animals
eating
animals
people are gonna eat each other
pretty soon
Thats what it all boils down to.
Animals.
hiding
In the bushes outside
of my apartment
looking in
on me and my children
we do our best to tell each other
And ourselves
theres no such thing as
monsters
and boy,
do we want to
believe it.
Seen enough
death
for two or three.
television and media
speak
in waves
to these
animals
eating
animals
people are gonna eat each other
pretty soon
Thats what it all boils down to.
Animals.
#anxiety
#childhood
#philosophical
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0 Comments
Cyndi_Moone
Poem Published
22nd Sep 2017 2:25am
22nd Sep 2017 2:25am
PRISON CELL
Here I am sitting in my prison cell
No one notices; no one can tell
My body in physical form is free
But my immortal soul-the real me
Is chained and locked away
A smile I carry day after day
But a heaviness I carry deep in the soul
Where no one can see...no one knows.
The knowledge that I may have fallen from grace
Living my younger days in total disgrace
Wearying the Lord and making Him cry
Taking for granted that for me He died
It cost me nothing and He asked for nothing in return
But doing the right thing I didn't...
No one notices; no one can tell
My body in physical form is free
But my immortal soul-the real me
Is chained and locked away
A smile I carry day after day
But a heaviness I carry deep in the soul
Where no one can see...no one knows.
The knowledge that I may have fallen from grace
Living my younger days in total disgrace
Wearying the Lord and making Him cry
Taking for granted that for me He died
It cost me nothing and He asked for nothing in return
But doing the right thing I didn't...
#anxiety
#depression
#dark
#death
#prison
21 reads
7 Comments
yelluw_always
Poem Published
31st Dec 2018 10:22pm
31st Dec 2018 10:22pm
Missed Connections
The non-signaler in traffic,
or every half-met greeting, a reservation
is set for them in the Pit. Fumbled
stroll charged by creosote aroma, over
the bridge a spiked heat. Uncontrollable,
tar, dough. Expanded wood, the jammed door,
loosely bundled sock and your shoe hanging
off the toe, blustering, declaring
sensational soon-to-split irri-ta-tion.
Some kitchens are pristine and ours
grind crumbs in the bulk while we
are darkly snuggled, an irrigation into beds,
underneath our feet and on the verge
of farmhouse...
or every half-met greeting, a reservation
is set for them in the Pit. Fumbled
stroll charged by creosote aroma, over
the bridge a spiked heat. Uncontrollable,
tar, dough. Expanded wood, the jammed door,
loosely bundled sock and your shoe hanging
off the toe, blustering, declaring
sensational soon-to-split irri-ta-tion.
Some kitchens are pristine and ours
grind crumbs in the bulk while we
are darkly snuggled, an irrigation into beds,
underneath our feet and on the verge
of farmhouse...
#anxiety
#identity
#humankind
#inequality
#disability
21 reads
11 Comments
Liziantus-Marantus
Ivelina
Ivelina
Poem Published
26th Nov 2021 6:25pm
26th Nov 2021 6:25pm
Slave
Oh, rapid fire influencing my heart. You are digging my limbs apart. Then proceeded stabbing me with a knife. Pleasure for you,but not for me. Oh,lack of attention. You breed my invention. Such a waste of exception. I'm in a space convention. Acid poured on my appreciation. I'm losing blood. It's happening so fast. I'm stuck in my past. I got deep fried and eaten alive. You got credited,so naive. Living this ordinary life. The gates of my heart closed. You hit me with a bat. Then you broke my back. Oh,immediate attack. I'm a slave to my thoughts.
#anxiety
#depression
#dark
21 reads
0 Comments
yelluw_always
Poem Published
29th Dec 2018 5:12pm
29th Dec 2018 5:12pm
i'm a plant
as much as they jostle and elbow
to synthesize, they seed to survive
their own longevity and call out
to STEM the little ones
in an involuntary chain against
loneliness.
saplings, saplings- rise above
the sword ferns, they won’t hurt you.
clown fish, your mutual need
if only there is a job position
to monetize the sitting of a watched
growth. my friends are behind the trunks
that are moved of possessions,
baggage filled with mini-idols
and porcelain...
to synthesize, they seed to survive
their own longevity and call out
to STEM the little ones
in an involuntary chain against
loneliness.
saplings, saplings- rise above
the sword ferns, they won’t hurt you.
clown fish, your mutual need
if only there is a job position
to monetize the sitting of a watched
growth. my friends are behind the trunks
that are moved of possessions,
baggage filled with mini-idols
and porcelain...
#anxiety
#technology
#LifeStruggles
#MovingOn
#disability
22 reads
11 Comments
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