Long Poems About Anxiety
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Long poems about anxiety. 300 words or more, most recently published poems first.
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NOT IN YOUR DNA .
I’m never going to play games with your heart. I know how battered it’s been, you cry in the dark at times. It’s been kicked like a football just for fun they were never aiming for the goal but did it anyway. Hurt people hurt others.
I don’t wanna make you feel less than you are. I know words hurt just as much as a fist and that’s hard to digest it gets stuck in your throat and gives you heartburn.
I wanna ease your mimd when we talk and I’ll be honest, I don’t want you to remain in a cage of insecurity and pain. I want to set you free with loving kindness so...
I don’t wanna make you feel less than you are. I know words hurt just as much as a fist and that’s hard to digest it gets stuck in your throat and gives you heartburn.
I wanna ease your mimd when we talk and I’ll be honest, I don’t want you to remain in a cage of insecurity and pain. I want to set you free with loving kindness so...
#anxiety
#disappointment
#emptiness
#fear
#loneliness
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I’m glad this wasn’t
I love you endlessly
I wish I could have made you feel it
Instead of the loneliness I left you in
When you decided to tell me your heart had already made up it’s mind and I think you gave me a last ditch effort to make me feel better
But it didn’t make me feel better I feel worse knowing I was trying for nothing
But maybe I wasn’t trying for nothing
Maybe I wasn’t trying maybe I’m making up stories
I’m not sure what I can believe from my brain anymore I know I’m sick
And shitty
Really really shitty....
I wish I could have made you feel it
Instead of the loneliness I left you in
When you decided to tell me your heart had already made up it’s mind and I think you gave me a last ditch effort to make me feel better
But it didn’t make me feel better I feel worse knowing I was trying for nothing
But maybe I wasn’t trying for nothing
Maybe I wasn’t trying maybe I’m making up stories
I’m not sure what I can believe from my brain anymore I know I’m sick
And shitty
Really really shitty....
#anxiety
#regret
#disappointment #polyamory
#disappointment #polyamory
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Death By Taxes
Exploiting the need
Setting the cost of this dead end living
In this system, the consumer is the feed
Lives for auction, waged efforts in short changed bidding
Cycles of debt make up bondages of dependency
Desperation to control in this market of captivity
Oppressive price tags and credit scores to earn a right to owe
Qualifying for financial burdens
They own the ground in which we sow
Harvesting more costly endeavors in this death grip for a home
Culture of the illusion of success
Retirement savings for future...
Setting the cost of this dead end living
In this system, the consumer is the feed
Lives for auction, waged efforts in short changed bidding
Cycles of debt make up bondages of dependency
Desperation to control in this market of captivity
Oppressive price tags and credit scores to earn a right to owe
Qualifying for financial burdens
They own the ground in which we sow
Harvesting more costly endeavors in this death grip for a home
Culture of the illusion of success
Retirement savings for future...
#anxiety
#dreams
#LifeStruggles
#LifeGoals
#LifeCycle
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Disappearance
9/30
Sunday night,
desperate for sleep,
I pushed you away
when you crawled up
and tried to sleep
between my thighs
I am old, sweet cat,
your weight obstructs
the flow of blood
I turned this way, that,
and drifted off--
Did I, perhaps, leave you offended?
You awoke at first light
demanding I open the kitty door
and off you went
all gray stealth of smoke
disappearing into the hazy day, ...
Sunday night,
desperate for sleep,
I pushed you away
when you crawled up
and tried to sleep
between my thighs
I am old, sweet cat,
your weight obstructs
the flow of blood
I turned this way, that,
and drifted off--
Did I, perhaps, leave you offended?
You awoke at first light
demanding I open the kitty door
and off you went
all gray stealth of smoke
disappearing into the hazy day, ...
#anxiety
#despair
#fear #NaPoWriMo2024
#fear #NaPoWriMo2024
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‘The Avoidance Of The Black Room…’
I’m here again.
Here in this room, the first room, or the other 5.
Away from the outside world, on the contrary, or am I out here while trapped inside?
This room, that room, this cell, or that hell.
How do we know we aren’t in heaven, or, in a sense, by choosing our own tumultuous endeavors for pleasure? In a hell, we created ourselves, bewildered as well as despondent. Lost sight of heaven, in this instance, for something corespondent.
The eerie silence in the air, along with the eerie subtleness of the night. Oh, how it speaks volumes within itself. Meanwhile, the...
Here in this room, the first room, or the other 5.
Away from the outside world, on the contrary, or am I out here while trapped inside?
This room, that room, this cell, or that hell.
How do we know we aren’t in heaven, or, in a sense, by choosing our own tumultuous endeavors for pleasure? In a hell, we created ourselves, bewildered as well as despondent. Lost sight of heaven, in this instance, for something corespondent.
The eerie silence in the air, along with the eerie subtleness of the night. Oh, how it speaks volumes within itself. Meanwhile, the...
#anxiety
#MentalHealth
#emotional
#hurt
#emotions
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Social Anxiety
I wasn’t made for crowds
I realize tonight
I’m in a bar
With open scars
And fear that grips me tight
The lively vibe should ease my mind
Should talk and interact
Instead I’m stuck inside my head
And don’t know how to act
Topics randomly pop up
Each person makes their comment
The urge to speak takes over
Followed by the urge to vomit
I look around the table
And I smile and I nod
I start to feel I don’t fit in
And now the urge to sob
I blink away the tears that come ...
I realize tonight
I’m in a bar
With open scars
And fear that grips me tight
The lively vibe should ease my mind
Should talk and interact
Instead I’m stuck inside my head
And don’t know how to act
Topics randomly pop up
Each person makes their comment
The urge to speak takes over
Followed by the urge to vomit
I look around the table
And I smile and I nod
I start to feel I don’t fit in
And now the urge to sob
I blink away the tears that come ...
#sadness
#anxiety
#shame
#despair
#fear
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Young dreams .
Shy girls don’t get seen like the queens who work short tight skirts with ample cleavage on offer. It’s screaming you want me with sex appeal sealed with bright red lipstick and five-inch razor heels. They turn heads wherever they may be never short of attention coz they got the confidence to be your wet dream.
Shy girls hide behind clothes buttoned up almost to their neck and hemlines pass the knee. Shoes to sensible with arch support for comfort and a block two-inch heel. Their make up is on the neutral side coral lips and freckled cheeks brushed over with golden hues and hair...
Shy girls hide behind clothes buttoned up almost to their neck and hemlines pass the knee. Shoes to sensible with arch support for comfort and a block two-inch heel. Their make up is on the neutral side coral lips and freckled cheeks brushed over with golden hues and hair...
#happiness
#anxiety
#courage
#teens
#fear
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Sex Trafficked
Mucheal, a young lad with dreams so bright
His chiselled body, a sight to delight
But fate had a different path in store
One that would leave him shaken to the core
Rejected from a photoshoot, his dreams crushed
Dejected and lost, on a bench he hushed
But then came Herma, with a job in hand
Little did he know, it was not what he planned
A disbarred lawyer, turned business tycoon
Herma saw potential, in Mucheal's swoon
She offered him a job, to take care of her estate
But little did he know, it was a different fate
...
His chiselled body, a sight to delight
But fate had a different path in store
One that would leave him shaken to the core
Rejected from a photoshoot, his dreams crushed
Dejected and lost, on a bench he hushed
But then came Herma, with a job in hand
Little did he know, it was not what he planned
A disbarred lawyer, turned business tycoon
Herma saw potential, in Mucheal's swoon
She offered him a job, to take care of her estate
But little did he know, it was a different fate
...
#anxiety
#children
#men #sex
#men #sex
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Throughts Dribblin'
#anxiety
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The Devil Does Care
if you want to be heard, just talk to the devils
they are very good listeners.
talk to men, deafenitely they won't hear
and they won't even listen, not only, but
they will anticipate your thoughts
The devil can give your his heart
open wide his ears to listen to you;
regardless of his wicked schemes,
it's all about giving a scope to expression,
a room to vomit your acid pains and morbid
recurrent sick doubts and expectations.............
We...
they are very good listeners.
talk to men, deafenitely they won't hear
and they won't even listen, not only, but
they will anticipate your thoughts
The devil can give your his heart
open wide his ears to listen to you;
regardless of his wicked schemes,
it's all about giving a scope to expression,
a room to vomit your acid pains and morbid
recurrent sick doubts and expectations.............
We...
#anger
#anxiety
#grief
#dark
#confusion
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HALFWAY THERE (II) (2nd longer revision of original poem; 1-29-1997, East jetty of Flagship Hotel Pier, Galveston, TX)
i took a trolly
down to the beach
at the end of it s line
walked out to
the end of a jetty
looked out over
this vast gulf of mexicos
seemingly endless horizon
and longingly
thought to myself
with a heavy inner sigh
of momentary hopeful relief
from what little s now left of me
here at this point
of my life s present
long challenging
ongoing journey
in all it s worn...
down to the beach
at the end of it s line
walked out to
the end of a jetty
looked out over
this vast gulf of mexicos
seemingly endless horizon
and longingly
thought to myself
with a heavy inner sigh
of momentary hopeful relief
from what little s now left of me
here at this point
of my life s present
long challenging
ongoing journey
in all it s worn...
#anxiety
#depression
#illness
#MentalHealth
#disability
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Filthy Rags
Divided in the terms
Who is the audience or the subject
When everyone is just as innocent as they are guilty
Interrogations, who is the detective and who is the suspect
When it’s in the fine lines filed down between discernment and the will to accuse
Our assumptions more truly rendered of ourselves then the ones we abuse
Self serving on opposite ends of the spectrum of a tainted point of view
Confronting the devil you think you see in someone else that more truly resembles the devil in you
Con on the will of this philanthropy, the...
Who is the audience or the subject
When everyone is just as innocent as they are guilty
Interrogations, who is the detective and who is the suspect
When it’s in the fine lines filed down between discernment and the will to accuse
Our assumptions more truly rendered of ourselves then the ones we abuse
Self serving on opposite ends of the spectrum of a tainted point of view
Confronting the devil you think you see in someone else that more truly resembles the devil in you
Con on the will of this philanthropy, the...
#anxiety
#corruption
#religion
#faith
#manipulation
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DU Poetry : Long Poems About Anxiety