Least Read Poems About Anxiety
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Academic
Poem Published
7th Sep 2019 1:46pm
7th Sep 2019 1:46pm
Frykt, den usynlige kameraten hvis instinktive ondskapsfullhet ikke kjenner noen grenser!
Av Stanley Collymore
Jeg har ingen frykt for noen eller noe; ikke engang døden. Og
inntil jeg trekker mitt siste åndedrag denne stillingen, som
jeg alltid har resolutt opprettholdt, vil uforanderlig for
meg forbli den samme. For hva er egentlig frykt?
Slik jeg ser det, er det snarere improvident antakelse av
hva som kan gjøre skje. Noe som til enhver hensikt
skremt person av mange forskjellige grunner, og
ikke alltid helt overbevisende, ikke vil skje.
Og skulle katastrofen det antatte offeret
er så ganske forstenet av skjer...
Jeg har ingen frykt for noen eller noe; ikke engang døden. Og
inntil jeg trekker mitt siste åndedrag denne stillingen, som
jeg alltid har resolutt opprettholdt, vil uforanderlig for
meg forbli den samme. For hva er egentlig frykt?
Slik jeg ser det, er det snarere improvident antakelse av
hva som kan gjøre skje. Noe som til enhver hensikt
skremt person av mange forskjellige grunner, og
ikke alltid helt overbevisende, ikke vil skje.
Og skulle katastrofen det antatte offeret
er så ganske forstenet av skjer...
#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
12 reads
poetryaccident
Poem Published
20th Sep 2019 10:26am
20th Sep 2019 10:26am
Voyeur
Voyeurs come in many stripes
standing at the edge of light
peering from the depths of shame
knowing where to place the blame
scripture written on the self
lifted from the holy books
skin absorbs the greater truth
without regard for consequence
spoken clearly behind the mask
worn to damn the realm of doubt
becomes the journey of the mind
slick with tears from the beyond
the steps are taken down the path
away from orbs of calm insight
remaining while world retreats
voyeur of the private grief.
...
standing at the edge of light
peering from the depths of shame
knowing where to place the blame
scripture written on the self
lifted from the holy books
skin absorbs the greater truth
without regard for consequence
spoken clearly behind the mask
worn to damn the realm of doubt
becomes the journey of the mind
slick with tears from the beyond
the steps are taken down the path
away from orbs of calm insight
remaining while world retreats
voyeur of the private grief.
...
#anxiety
#depression
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oskar
Poem Published
18th Sep 2019 10:09am
18th Sep 2019 10:09am
tears at night
Tears at night
I heard a child crying in the night
Why are you crying son, my father said?
I feel so sad, why are you weeping?
I long for the old days when livening near
The forest where my dog and I walked.
I wish to return.
You are too old now, my father said, think
Of your struggle carry firewood and water
The hills are steep.
I had dreams back then of being famous
it has come to nothing.
If you believe in yourself, it is all you need,
My father said.
A sigh from the son that went louder and
Louder and ended...
I heard a child crying in the night
Why are you crying son, my father said?
I feel so sad, why are you weeping?
I long for the old days when livening near
The forest where my dog and I walked.
I wish to return.
You are too old now, my father said, think
Of your struggle carry firewood and water
The hills are steep.
I had dreams back then of being famous
it has come to nothing.
If you believe in yourself, it is all you need,
My father said.
A sigh from the son that went louder and
Louder and ended...
#anger
#anxiety
#boredom
17 reads
2 Comments
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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Ahrima
Poem Published
19th Sep 2019 10:23pm
19th Sep 2019 10:23pm
....
Once their was a boy. A very unusual boy. He was running and running very fast. His breath was heavy and haunted he was. Haunted by what is unknown to many. He dashed past the billboard half torn and rusted. Something wonderfully terrible, worst than even a ghost, was chasing him. It said "To whom you think you are running from? To whom do you believe can help you? To part with me is unrealistic." He stopped dead in his tracks, he was tired of running. He was caught. The thing packed him with burden, not because it caught up, but because he stopped. The boy was done. He is no more but a...
#anxiety
#depression
#SelfHarm #escape
#SelfHarm #escape
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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
20 reads
11 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
21 reads
11 Comments
Nocturnalbutterfly
Poem Published
20th Sep 2019 3:47am
20th Sep 2019 3:47am
Time
I don’t know what to do, I feel so alone.
Family, friends, I have people who love me, but it doesn’t stop the pain.
“You’re loved!” “You’re needed!”
You can tell me till you’re blue in the face, but my mind will deny every single word.
Just leave me be, don’t worry.
I’ll work through it.
It happens everyday, only this time I was too broken to hide it.
My theatre grin wasn’t wide enough, and you saw through the cracks.
Don’t push it, don’t push me.
I need time to recharge, time to remember who I really am.
But until then, I feel alone....
Family, friends, I have people who love me, but it doesn’t stop the pain.
“You’re loved!” “You’re needed!”
You can tell me till you’re blue in the face, but my mind will deny every single word.
Just leave me be, don’t worry.
I’ll work through it.
It happens everyday, only this time I was too broken to hide it.
My theatre grin wasn’t wide enough, and you saw through the cracks.
Don’t push it, don’t push me.
I need time to recharge, time to remember who I really am.
But until then, I feel alone....
#sadness
#anxiety
#loneliness #emptiness
#loneliness #emptiness
21 reads
3 Comments
Karl_
Poem Published
20th Sep 2019 3:01pm
20th Sep 2019 3:01pm
Have you ever
Have you ever been a depressive state
Nobody loves you it's all hate
Your mates go see their new mates
It takes two minutes to take two takes
Motivation is nill back down the steep hill
Thoughts running through you mind
can't keep the feet still
at a quick glance looks like he tap danced
Mummy that man's standing funny
That's my rap stance
work pays but still I still ask for an advance
Coz after you've paid the food and bills you know the Drill
you bank is ill till the end of the month
And it will it...
Nobody loves you it's all hate
Your mates go see their new mates
It takes two minutes to take two takes
Motivation is nill back down the steep hill
Thoughts running through you mind
can't keep the feet still
at a quick glance looks like he tap danced
Mummy that man's standing funny
That's my rap stance
work pays but still I still ask for an advance
Coz after you've paid the food and bills you know the Drill
you bank is ill till the end of the month
And it will it...
#anxiety
#depression
#LifeStruggles
#inspirational
#MentalHealth
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1 Comment
Academic
Poem Published
7th Sep 2019 1:48pm
7th Sep 2019 1:48pm
Fear, the invisible companion whose instinctual malevolence knows no bounds!
By Stanley Collymore
I have no fear at all of anyone or anything; not even death. And
until I draw my last breath this position, which I have always
resolutely maintained, will unalterably for me remain the
same. For really what is fear? As I see it, it’s a rather
improvident supposition of what might perchance
happen. Something that to all intents and purposes the
frightened person for a variety of reasons, and not
invariably entirely unconvincing ones, doesn’t
want to happen. And should the catastrophe
the supposed victim is...
I have no fear at all of anyone or anything; not even death. And
until I draw my last breath this position, which I have always
resolutely maintained, will unalterably for me remain the
same. For really what is fear? As I see it, it’s a rather
improvident supposition of what might perchance
happen. Something that to all intents and purposes the
frightened person for a variety of reasons, and not
invariably entirely unconvincing ones, doesn’t
want to happen. And should the catastrophe
the supposed victim is...
#anxiety
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DCLXVI_1989
Poem Published
9th Sep 2019 11:09pm
9th Sep 2019 11:09pm
I couldn't tell
I can't tell if that was supposed to be me or him
And i guess this is some form of communication
But if i cannot tell, what does that mean of me?
I don't agree
So this cannot be
Oil and water, finally in the mix
Swirling like a toilet, laying it on thick
Draining all of your time and life
I'm confused
It isn't right
So I'll write a letter for myself
But i will not send it, I'm lost in the mail
It'll read of confusion, glopped in puzzled words
To be riddled by the message, contorting what we can't observe
...
And i guess this is some form of communication
But if i cannot tell, what does that mean of me?
I don't agree
So this cannot be
Oil and water, finally in the mix
Swirling like a toilet, laying it on thick
Draining all of your time and life
I'm confused
It isn't right
So I'll write a letter for myself
But i will not send it, I'm lost in the mail
It'll read of confusion, glopped in puzzled words
To be riddled by the message, contorting what we can't observe
...
#anxiety
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