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.
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
58 reads
8 Comments
Koulouri
Poem Published
5th Mar 2025 9:44pm
5th Mar 2025 9:44pm
Pop.
Jealously coils like snakes around my head,
whispering and flicking tongues in my ear.
My knees feel weak,
the brittleness of my bones shake with regret.
Fear covers my skin like a cold shower,
the walls feel so close and so far.
my stomach feels full with so much anger,
I sense bitter bile rising.
Saddness is in my throat
I cough it up from the bottom of my lungs.
I push my fingers into my skull,
hoping to pressure it into happiness.
Or to squeeze till I pop,
like an ugly old pimple.
One that's just ready...
whispering and flicking tongues in my ear.
My knees feel weak,
the brittleness of my bones shake with regret.
Fear covers my skin like a cold shower,
the walls feel so close and so far.
my stomach feels full with so much anger,
I sense bitter bile rising.
Saddness is in my throat
I cough it up from the bottom of my lungs.
I push my fingers into my skull,
hoping to pressure it into happiness.
Or to squeeze till I pop,
like an ugly old pimple.
One that's just ready...
#anger
#anxiety
#depression #fear
#depression #fear
32 reads
0 Comments
nutbuster
D C
D C
Poem Published
5th Mar 2025 9:20pm
5th Mar 2025 9:20pm
The Great Escape Chapter 19, Part 3 of 6
#anxiety
#LifeChangingMoment
#LifeStruggles #passion
#LifeStruggles #passion
18 reads
2 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
5th Mar 2025 1:10pm
5th Mar 2025 1:10pm
It's not my problem, it's yours
#anxiety
#birth
#choices
#regret
#sex
48 reads
15 Comments
nutbuster
D C
D C
Poem Published
5th Mar 2025 00:33am
5th Mar 2025 00:33am
The Great Escape Chapter 19, Part 2 of 6
#anxiety
#LifeChangingMoment
#LifeStruggles #passion
#LifeStruggles #passion
24 reads
2 Comments
nutbuster
D C
D C
Poem Published
4th Mar 2025 7:47pm
4th Mar 2025 7:47pm
The Great Escape Chapter 19, Part 1 of 6
#anxiety
#LifeChangingMoment
#LifeStruggles #passion
#LifeStruggles #passion
17 reads
2 Comments
nostalgic_being10
Poem Published
4th Mar 2025 7:02pm
4th Mar 2025 7:02pm
Paintings
Wounds that continue to grow in size,
Over the years, animosity accumulated.
Falsehoods that I wasn't hurt— but I was.
Self-loathing monologues, now familiarized.
Even after painted lines, I remain hungry, unsatisfied.
Sadness turned into anger,
Bid farewell when numbness replaced her.
For hollow and numb—that’s what my remains are called now.
How did I get here?
I am not certain how.
At first, I thought an act overtook my mind
Desires to be special, like an actress who prettily cries.
Then, my passion for painting...
Over the years, animosity accumulated.
Falsehoods that I wasn't hurt— but I was.
Self-loathing monologues, now familiarized.
Even after painted lines, I remain hungry, unsatisfied.
Sadness turned into anger,
Bid farewell when numbness replaced her.
For hollow and numb—that’s what my remains are called now.
How did I get here?
I am not certain how.
At first, I thought an act overtook my mind
Desires to be special, like an actress who prettily cries.
Then, my passion for painting...
#anxiety
#despair
#emptiness #regret
#emptiness #regret
48 reads
0 Comments
nutbuster
D C
D C
Poem Published
4th Mar 2025 1:11am
4th Mar 2025 1:11am
The Great Escape Chapter 18, Part 9 of 9
#anxiety
#LifeChangingMoment
#LifeStruggles #passion
#LifeStruggles #passion
21 reads
2 Comments
Edward80
Ef
Ef
Poem Published
3rd Mar 2025 10:39am
3rd Mar 2025 10:39am
All the time.
#anxiety
#despair
#emptiness
#loneliness
#sadness
21 reads
0 Comments
nutbuster
D C
D C
Poem Published
3rd Mar 2025 3:38am
3rd Mar 2025 3:38am
The Great Escape Chapter 18, Part 8 of 9
#anxiety
#LifeChangingMoment
#LifeStruggles #passion
#LifeStruggles #passion
19 reads
2 Comments
nutbuster
D C
D C
Poem Published
2nd Mar 2025 1:59pm
2nd Mar 2025 1:59pm
The Great Escape Chapter 18, Part 7 of 9
#anxiety
#LifeChangingMoment
#LifeStruggles #passion
#LifeStruggles #passion
23 reads
2 Comments
StarlaMaris
Starla Maris
Starla Maris
Poem Published
28th Feb 2025 7:47pm
28th Feb 2025 7:47pm
Too loud
Sometimes this world is too loud
For a quiet gentle soul
Lost in the noise of the incessant crowd
Searching for what will make her whole
Hey Saint Anthony
I’ve lost myself again
Can you please help me
Find myself amongst the shame
Am I too much of a misfit
In a world full of same
Will I ever find the hit
That makes me feel sane
Why do I maintain the soft
Despite all of the hurt
Why can’t I hold myself aloft
And clean off all the dirt
I long to be free of those eyes
Who watch my every move
To...
For a quiet gentle soul
Lost in the noise of the incessant crowd
Searching for what will make her whole
Hey Saint Anthony
I’ve lost myself again
Can you please help me
Find myself amongst the shame
Am I too much of a misfit
In a world full of same
Will I ever find the hit
That makes me feel sane
Why do I maintain the soft
Despite all of the hurt
Why can’t I hold myself aloft
And clean off all the dirt
I long to be free of those eyes
Who watch my every move
To...
#anxiety
#LifeStruggles
#SelfDiscovery
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