Anxiety Poems & Poems about Stress
#anxiety
Poetry about anxious feelings, stress and anxiety disorders. A glimpse into depths of fear and worry that comes with anxiety. Here you'll find poems describing apprehension about a particular event, along with poetry depicting acute anxiety about all aspects of life.
oskar
Poem Published
Yesterday 10:07pm
Yesterday 10:07pm
ISIS in power
Syria’s new rulers
I’m going out to buy two onions, flowers for my wife, and a box of red wine for no one in particular; since I’m the only one in the house who drinks wine, I guess I have to drink it myself
The checkout woman looked like Assad’s wife
Which made me think of the thousands of prisoners in his dungeon; they have disappeared. There could not have been so many; after all, perhaps it was a hall lined with mirrors.
The Alawites, Druids, and Christians, not that are murdered by the thousands, many hides in the Russian base, not the newspapers say anything about,...
I’m going out to buy two onions, flowers for my wife, and a box of red wine for no one in particular; since I’m the only one in the house who drinks wine, I guess I have to drink it myself
The checkout woman looked like Assad’s wife
Which made me think of the thousands of prisoners in his dungeon; they have disappeared. There could not have been so many; after all, perhaps it was a hall lined with mirrors.
The Alawites, Druids, and Christians, not that are murdered by the thousands, many hides in the Russian base, not the newspapers say anything about,...
#anger
#anxiety
#apathy
#boredom
#confusion
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doriann_barrere
Dorian
Dorian
Poem Published
Yesterday 9:58pm
Yesterday 9:58pm
Surrounded by Nothing, You At Last Find Solitude
The skin peels in ribbons, curling like the pages of unwritten regrets,
unfolding where the fingers once traced warmth on cold glass,
a silent fog of breath lingering, dissolving into absence.
The house is empty now—
or perhaps, it was never full,
only a place where shadows learned to walk without sound,
where voices whisper backwards, syllables twisting like snapped necks.
A clock ticks without hands, bleeding minutes into the floorboards.
A rat scurries through the hollowed-out ribcage of something forgotten,
gnawing on the marrow of lost...
unfolding where the fingers once traced warmth on cold glass,
a silent fog of breath lingering, dissolving into absence.
The house is empty now—
or perhaps, it was never full,
only a place where shadows learned to walk without sound,
where voices whisper backwards, syllables twisting like snapped necks.
A clock ticks without hands, bleeding minutes into the floorboards.
A rat scurries through the hollowed-out ribcage of something forgotten,
gnawing on the marrow of lost...
#anxiety
#depression
#despair
#nightmares
#sadness
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Lady_Hades333
Poem Published
Yesterday 6:04pm
Yesterday 6:04pm
Lost & Found
Sitting at the table
Gambling with my soul
Shitty cards between my fingers
Body growing old
Length of the days begin to shrink ...
I need one of them
Because of how I think
The screams inside the darkness
Are bone shattering and shrill
This descent into the madness
Is a fucking thrill
Swimming in the endless sea
It Cuts and burns like glass on fire
Time is ticking , fleeting
Getting down to the wire
Bottles line the beach
Pieces sting like razor blades
But The shore is always out of...
Gambling with my soul
Shitty cards between my fingers
Body growing old
Length of the days begin to shrink ...
I need one of them
Because of how I think
The screams inside the darkness
Are bone shattering and shrill
This descent into the madness
Is a fucking thrill
Swimming in the endless sea
It Cuts and burns like glass on fire
Time is ticking , fleeting
Getting down to the wire
Bottles line the beach
Pieces sting like razor blades
But The shore is always out of...
#anxiety
#depression
#MentalHealth #PTSD
#MentalHealth #PTSD
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Fallen_Angel_194
Angel.
Angel.
Poem Published
Yesterday 3:23am
Yesterday 3:23am
Predator
You aren't quite like the predators in my dreams; but you brought the fear that comes along with them.
DUP is my safe place; was, my safe place. And You, You took that from me.
I have spent every night this week looking over my shoulder, and debating on whether or not I should delete my social media, and become a ghost, once again.
You claim it in the name of innocence, and curiosity; but it is neither. You said what you said to frighten me. And now, I am afraid all over again.
I look over my shoulder, and place my house keys between my knuckles when I take my dog...
DUP is my safe place; was, my safe place. And You, You took that from me.
I have spent every night this week looking over my shoulder, and debating on whether or not I should delete my social media, and become a ghost, once again.
You claim it in the name of innocence, and curiosity; but it is neither. You said what you said to frighten me. And now, I am afraid all over again.
I look over my shoulder, and place my house keys between my knuckles when I take my dog...
#abuse
#anxiety
#fear
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crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
10th Mar 2025 00:36am
10th Mar 2025 00:36am
ride
I'm coming through again, this body is about worn out
reflect a feeling, I will bring a sting promised
I've learned some things
I fear, yeah, but I will fight
throw down for broke
call it the thug in me, I learned that
soft little girl had to grow fangs
a shield maiden, perhaps a girl with a silver spoon in my mouth
I've learned some tricks since then
magic is being employed against me
miles well pick up my ruins
call down the hate
forget the past tried
but it will never be
and space isn't vast enough for us...
reflect a feeling, I will bring a sting promised
I've learned some things
I fear, yeah, but I will fight
throw down for broke
call it the thug in me, I learned that
soft little girl had to grow fangs
a shield maiden, perhaps a girl with a silver spoon in my mouth
I've learned some tricks since then
magic is being employed against me
miles well pick up my ruins
call down the hate
forget the past tried
but it will never be
and space isn't vast enough for us...
#anxiety
#dark
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doriann_barrere
Dorian
Dorian
Poem Published
8th Mar 2025 9:53pm
8th Mar 2025 9:53pm
What Happened Was Morbid
what happened was morbid ...
Lo, they did unmake his visage, not with blade alone,
but with the cruel mirth of fate’s fell hand.
A rictus, wide as grief, as hollow as the jest
that in dark halls is whispered ‘twixt wretched men.
Was it his own trembling grasp that traced the fault?
Or some wraith of malice, unseen but keen of touch?
The steel sang not as warriors’ swords do sing,
but in hush’d susurrus, a lull’d and mocking dirge.
The lips that spake of mercy found none,
but were rather parted in twain, a wound unsealing ...
Lo, they did unmake his visage, not with blade alone,
but with the cruel mirth of fate’s fell hand.
A rictus, wide as grief, as hollow as the jest
that in dark halls is whispered ‘twixt wretched men.
Was it his own trembling grasp that traced the fault?
Or some wraith of malice, unseen but keen of touch?
The steel sang not as warriors’ swords do sing,
but in hush’d susurrus, a lull’d and mocking dirge.
The lips that spake of mercy found none,
but were rather parted in twain, a wound unsealing ...
#anger
#anxiety
#apathy
#despair
#frustration
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MalcolmG
Poem Published
7th Mar 2025 3:53pm
7th Mar 2025 3:53pm
The Narcissist Victim - "Hollow Echo / Nothing"
stop. / no, wait— rewind. // it didn’t— happen— like that. / did it?
(no, you’re just sensitive.) / (I didn’t mean it like that.)
(but you said—) / but you said— / but—
… no, never mind. forget it. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m—
(erase.)
I swear I used to have a voice. // a shape. a name.
but you pressed your hands into my skull, // said, No, you’re remembering wrong.
said, I love you. Don’t you trust me? / (the knife is in my hands now.)
I— / I don’t know anymore. / I—
(you don’t know anymore.)
(again.)
...
(no, you’re just sensitive.) / (I didn’t mean it like that.)
(but you said—) / but you said— / but—
… no, never mind. forget it. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m—
(erase.)
I swear I used to have a voice. // a shape. a name.
but you pressed your hands into my skull, // said, No, you’re remembering wrong.
said, I love you. Don’t you trust me? / (the knife is in my hands now.)
I— / I don’t know anymore. / I—
(you don’t know anymore.)
(again.)
...
#anxiety
#apathy
#emptiness #frustration
#emptiness #frustration
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oskar
Poem Published
7th Mar 2025 1:12pm
7th Mar 2025 1:12pm
racial tension and Floyd
Racial tension and Floyd
A picture of a committee in defense of human right a picture where serious white man and a woman in a business suit and to black persons This was serious business no one smile except the two black persons that spoiled the gravity of the solemn undertaking
Most black people I have met were like me from a working stiff background I was employed on ships they were mostly onloading cargo from the said, ships, they appeared more open, talkative then us Scandinavians, we don’t say much unless we are drunk in a bar
there was an unspoken racial barrier that...
A picture of a committee in defense of human right a picture where serious white man and a woman in a business suit and to black persons This was serious business no one smile except the two black persons that spoiled the gravity of the solemn undertaking
Most black people I have met were like me from a working stiff background I was employed on ships they were mostly onloading cargo from the said, ships, they appeared more open, talkative then us Scandinavians, we don’t say much unless we are drunk in a bar
there was an unspoken racial barrier that...
#anger
#anxiety
#apathy #denial
#apathy #denial
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Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
7th Mar 2025 5:20am
7th Mar 2025 5:20am
one of those days (parenting edition)
It's been one of those mornings
where my kiddo wants to throw down
over every little thing
And like every other bad day
the only cure
is silliness
We've had tickle cuddles
played the "where's your beautiful face?"
version of peek-a-boo
and made fairy bread for breakfast
because if sugar doesn't cure grumpiness
it shouldn't exist
My parental nerves are frayed
and I really shouldn't be drinking
a third cup of coffee
but in the absence of any real
mind altering substance ...
where my kiddo wants to throw down
over every little thing
And like every other bad day
the only cure
is silliness
We've had tickle cuddles
played the "where's your beautiful face?"
version of peek-a-boo
and made fairy bread for breakfast
because if sugar doesn't cure grumpiness
it shouldn't exist
My parental nerves are frayed
and I really shouldn't be drinking
a third cup of coffee
but in the absence of any real
mind altering substance ...
#anxiety
#children
#family #frustration
#family #frustration
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WillowsWhimsies
Poem Published
6th Mar 2025 4:35pm
6th Mar 2025 4:35pm
mental overdrive
silence is a mythical creature
Pegasus in flight on a starry night
clouds always obscuring it from my sight
{& all that romantic crap}
such beasts rarely descend into my chaotic realm
sleep is a wildscape of dreaming
wakefulness a cacophony
it's been...a few sleepless darks...& counting
eyes open but unseeing
desperate for respite
as words...questions...memories
rattle around the birdcage of my mind
dust kicked up by their turbulent beating
& I struggle to focus on breathing
not as easy as you'd think ...
Pegasus in flight on a starry night
clouds always obscuring it from my sight
{& all that romantic crap}
such beasts rarely descend into my chaotic realm
sleep is a wildscape of dreaming
wakefulness a cacophony
it's been...a few sleepless darks...& counting
eyes open but unseeing
desperate for respite
as words...questions...memories
rattle around the birdcage of my mind
dust kicked up by their turbulent beating
& I struggle to focus on breathing
not as easy as you'd think ...
#anxiety
#confessional
#insomnia
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BatPowers
Bat Powers
Bat Powers
Bumped 6th Mar 2025 12:46pm
9th Jan 2023 00:09am
9th Jan 2023 00:09am
Where I live
Used to be a farmer used to till the ground
now my tractor's silent
i can faintly here the sound
that memory of my father
as I sat on his knee
while he taught me the value
of the planted seed
used to be a milkman used to be your friend
used to be something I'll never be again
used to be a teacher used to mentor kids
really thought it mattered then it all came to this
had to buy the...
now my tractor's silent
i can faintly here the sound
that memory of my father
as I sat on his knee
while he taught me the value
of the planted seed
used to be a milkman used to be your friend
used to be something I'll never be again
used to be a teacher used to mentor kids
really thought it mattered then it all came to this
had to buy the...
#anxiety
#hope
#death #LifeStruggles
#death #LifeStruggles
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PAR
Poem Published
6th Mar 2025 11:35am
6th Mar 2025 11:35am
Heaven paved with my pains
.. this shitty life is nothing
but a waiting room
of a hellish asylum
overflowing with paperwork
and suffocated in its own
degenerate bureaucracy
this shitty life is nothing
but a scare in a dead-end alley
from the darkest part of a place
where no one wants to go
life, life, life
knife, knife, knife
the sound of traveling knife sharpeners
is like the creaking of hinges
of a nonexistent paradise
where an arrogant and irrational being rules...
but a waiting room
of a hellish asylum
overflowing with paperwork
and suffocated in its own
degenerate bureaucracy
this shitty life is nothing
but a scare in a dead-end alley
from the darkest part of a place
where no one wants to go
life, life, life
knife, knife, knife
the sound of traveling knife sharpeners
is like the creaking of hinges
of a nonexistent paradise
where an arrogant and irrational being rules...
#anxiety
#apathy
#depression
#mirror
#silence
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