Least Read Poems About Anxiety
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Vandel_Viaclovsky
Van
Van
Poem Published
8th Sep 2019 3:36am
8th Sep 2019 3:36am
Head of Young Man in detail (second movement )
6
Listen here, Poetry, i want to tell you something,
i'm gonna be straight with you here
you may find it somewhat upsetting
but it is for real
okay here goes -
i have conspired
to pull you out from where you hide.
i have connived
to kill you in the dark.
i have connived
to unwrite your bones and refashion them. ...
Listen here, Poetry, i want to tell you something,
i'm gonna be straight with you here
you may find it somewhat upsetting
but it is for real
okay here goes -
i have conspired
to pull you out from where you hide.
i have connived
to kill you in the dark.
i have connived
to unwrite your bones and refashion them. ...
#anxiety
#universe
#frustration
#vanity
#meditation
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Vandel_Viaclovsky
Van
Van
Poem Published
30th Jun 2018 1:15am
30th Jun 2018 1:15am
untitled 6/29
the room itself felt very heavy for having accumulated the labyrinthine weight of years and deeds
#anxiety
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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
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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
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Everyday_Author
Randall
Randall
Poem Published
17th May 2020 00:07am
17th May 2020 00:07am
The Taxonomy Of Connection: Painful Disconnection
I feel disconnected
every effort to establish bonds thwarted
outside the context
of weaving tales 'bout swordsman
Such a laborious taxonomy;
that of human solidarity
not in the making, but in the keeping
I love so much that they have the power to bleed me
every effort to establish bonds thwarted
outside the context
of weaving tales 'bout swordsman
Such a laborious taxonomy;
that of human solidarity
not in the making, but in the keeping
I love so much that they have the power to bleed me
#anxiety
#family
#friendship #myself
#friendship #myself
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Vandel_Viaclovsky
Van
Van
Poem Published
5th Apr 2020 6:07am
5th Apr 2020 6:07am
basilisk
midnights of terror in the breast, all breaths
come to an impasse,
halt.
it is serious, the matter which detains us.
i pick my way across
the pieces of the bedroom
trembling burning cold
even the shards and brittle bits
blood lice gnats locusts
even this whole entire
crumbly frangible planet
upon which you rest.
i wake, thank Heaven,
enduring.
call me Glaucus
the sunless,
seperated. bewildered. the days
have lost track
of...
come to an impasse,
halt.
it is serious, the matter which detains us.
i pick my way across
the pieces of the bedroom
trembling burning cold
even the shards and brittle bits
blood lice gnats locusts
even this whole entire
crumbly frangible planet
upon which you rest.
i wake, thank Heaven,
enduring.
call me Glaucus
the sunless,
seperated. bewildered. the days
have lost track
of...
#anxiety
#dark
#illness
#FeelingTrapped
#fear
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Everyday_Author
Randall
Randall
Poem Published
18th May 2020 3:07am
18th May 2020 3:07am
United By Quill and Amity: Another Thankyou
Thank you for standing with me
United by quill and Amity
I come here; I spill little but grief
You read, consume and leave positivity in the wake for me to see
when the river of chemicals between my ears runs dry
your words restore my faith in the 'I' that finds no rest in the bed tonight
United by quill and Amity
I come here; I spill little but grief
You read, consume and leave positivity in the wake for me to see
when the river of chemicals between my ears runs dry
your words restore my faith in the 'I' that finds no rest in the bed tonight
#anxiety
#depression
#confessional
#myself
#gratitude
24 reads
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KristinaX
Poem Published
1st Jun 2020 00:26am
1st Jun 2020 00:26am
Me, quarantined
Now as the earth wakes up,
will you come back to me
I am not me anymore
You left me on the edge of oblivion
A scream frozen in my throat
I do not know how it arose
More and more inclined to the fact that somehow
I did something wrong
So many lost moments
I know it will be easier
without pointless tantrums
You took my heart and
I'm feeling so alone without you
I have nowhere to go and I still feel quarantined
Sheltered from your love
For me there is only...
will you come back to me
I am not me anymore
You left me on the edge of oblivion
A scream frozen in my throat
I do not know how it arose
More and more inclined to the fact that somehow
I did something wrong
So many lost moments
I know it will be easier
without pointless tantrums
You took my heart and
I'm feeling so alone without you
I have nowhere to go and I still feel quarantined
Sheltered from your love
For me there is only...
#anxiety
#love
#relationships
24 reads
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dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
2nd Jun 2020 8:40am
2nd Jun 2020 8:40am
Sub Mission of a Bad Poem
2:50 in the morning.....
another dense night
to live through,
sleepless(ness) sole
companion. A bad
poem is birthed for
no one to hold
no one to be held
(behold! what did he
mean wit that word?).
(wit that signal) (writ
in dying.) the trap's
edge begs a sub mission
beneath in self a self of
self & self consciousness,
self service, self absorbed
so much so, that.........
that.........the words are
are not what they were.
They're nothing worth
knowing now that someone
can see the...
another dense night
to live through,
sleepless(ness) sole
companion. A bad
poem is birthed for
no one to hold
no one to be held
(behold! what did he
mean wit that word?).
(wit that signal) (writ
in dying.) the trap's
edge begs a sub mission
beneath in self a self of
self & self consciousness,
self service, self absorbed
so much so, that.........
that.........the words are
are not what they were.
They're nothing worth
knowing now that someone
can see the...
#anxiety
#LifeStruggles
#LifeAsAWriter #LifeCycle
#LifeAsAWriter #LifeCycle
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Everyday_Author
Randall
Randall
Poem Published
15th Apr 2020 1:30am
15th Apr 2020 1:30am
Fear In The Midst Of Calm: Awaiting Decay
Calm overtakes me
But the balance is delicate
I can feel
My heart asking to palpitate
I try to look inside
But I can only see straight
Moment to moment
Not day to day
and those moments of clarity
are fewer and further between
and further and further away
So now even in calm
I fearfully await the decay
Of my stability
and my sanity
But the balance is delicate
I can feel
My heart asking to palpitate
I try to look inside
But I can only see straight
Moment to moment
Not day to day
and those moments of clarity
are fewer and further between
and further and further away
So now even in calm
I fearfully await the decay
Of my stability
and my sanity
#anxiety
#strength
#identity
#myself
#fear
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astrosleuth
Poem Published
15th May 2020 1:05am
15th May 2020 1:05am
In Absentia
In absentia, he was
The life of the party
Come one day for that, he must
If only, reality.
The conversation always
Turns back to him from topic
As they lay out the mayonnaise
An empty seat, so drastic.
He's the life of the party
And, he isn't even there
Merely in their thoughts strongly
That is how much they all care.
A good dinner, it was
But social anxiety
Even with family, but -
He's there. In absentia.
The life of the party
Come one day for that, he must
If only, reality.
The conversation always
Turns back to him from topic
As they lay out the mayonnaise
An empty seat, so drastic.
He's the life of the party
And, he isn't even there
Merely in their thoughts strongly
That is how much they all care.
A good dinner, it was
But social anxiety
Even with family, but -
He's there. In absentia.
#sadness
#anxiety
#loneliness
#dark
#family
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Everyday_Author
Randall
Randall
Poem Published
1st May 2020 2:30am
1st May 2020 2:30am
Time For The Taking: The Aching Pain Of Guilt
Stuck inside the confines of my mind
I'm keeping a close eye on the sands of time
The aching pain of guilt as grains tumble down; my brain makes mountains out of the sand's mounds
Tapping the glass with each minute wasted -- cracks are forming; life is mine for the taking
I'm keeping a close eye on the sands of time
The aching pain of guilt as grains tumble down; my brain makes mountains out of the sand's mounds
Tapping the glass with each minute wasted -- cracks are forming; life is mine for the taking
#anxiety
#identity
#myself
#meditation
#symbolism
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