Poems About Anxiety by Top Critiquers
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Poems about anxiety by top critiquers. Poems written by members who have given lots of feedback to other poets this month.
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Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
5th Apr 2025 00:27am
5th Apr 2025 00:27am
mind the drop
Rain turns wood to sponge
I don't notice until the rot gives way
and I
half fall through the decking
Times slows
and then speeds back up
as my hand finds the railing
unintentionally
I breathe hard
my body like jelly
balanced on one trembling leg
as I stare down the two metre drop
that could have taken me
Adrenaline masks the damage
of scratches from ankle to knee
and the way my back twisted
I don't know it yet
but my whole body
will pay for this misstep
...
I don't notice until the rot gives way
and I
half fall through the decking
Times slows
and then speeds back up
as my hand finds the railing
unintentionally
I breathe hard
my body like jelly
balanced on one trembling leg
as I stare down the two metre drop
that could have taken me
Adrenaline masks the damage
of scratches from ankle to knee
and the way my back twisted
I don't know it yet
but my whole body
will pay for this misstep
...
#anxiety
#LifeStruggles
57 reads
2 Comments
dimpy
dimpsmoon
dimpsmoon
Poem Published
23rd Sep 2024 6:34pm
23rd Sep 2024 6:34pm
those people
those people,
whose blood is red
but their sky is black...
those people,
whose dreams are colorful
but their vision is pitch black...
those people,
whose journey came to a halt
as soon as it began...
those people,
who feel the golden morning
and saffrony evening in the darkness only...
those people,
whose life is laden with black
and whose shadow is also adorned with black...
those people,
who do not feel any difference
between...
whose blood is red
but their sky is black...
those people,
whose dreams are colorful
but their vision is pitch black...
those people,
whose journey came to a halt
as soon as it began...
those people,
who feel the golden morning
and saffrony evening in the darkness only...
those people,
whose life is laden with black
and whose shadow is also adorned with black...
those people,
who do not feel any difference
between...
#anxiety
#disability
266 reads
12 Comments
AspergerPoet56
Poem Published
29th Dec 2024 6:40am
29th Dec 2024 6:40am
A Fistful Of Silence
huge fist
rapidly
thumping
mouth
tightly
gagged
no voice
words lost
in throat
scrambling
about in
forced silence
struggling
within their
noose
hood holds
the darkness
perfectly
conspiracy
paranoia
anxiety
growth
of a
demon
sniggering
beast knows
my weakness
pushes me
towards
that known edge
rapidly
thumping
mouth
tightly
gagged
no voice
words lost
in throat
scrambling
about in
forced silence
struggling
within their
noose
hood holds
the darkness
perfectly
conspiracy
paranoia
anxiety
growth
of a
demon
sniggering
beast knows
my weakness
pushes me
towards
that known edge
#abuse
#anxiety
#bullying #fear
#bullying #fear
230 reads
18 Comments
I_IS_ME
Poem Published
15th Jun 2022 2:30am
15th Jun 2022 2:30am
Lancelot
Lying here watching you sleep
Had become torture to me
Once I thought I heard a name
But you said a name that wasn't me
The smile on your face said it was a wish or a memory
Maybe of a high sdhool sweetheart
That was there at the start
Do you wish that you could build on those memories
Maybe in a world with more stability
This is a world as we know without me
I come with conversations that may go wrong
We both know I'm not emotionally strong
We live on the edge, we're complicated
Our relationship alone must be...
Had become torture to me
Once I thought I heard a name
But you said a name that wasn't me
The smile on your face said it was a wish or a memory
Maybe of a high sdhool sweetheart
That was there at the start
Do you wish that you could build on those memories
Maybe in a world with more stability
This is a world as we know without me
I come with conversations that may go wrong
We both know I'm not emotionally strong
We live on the edge, we're complicated
Our relationship alone must be...
#anxiety
#love
#FallingInLove
431 reads
0 Comments
JusTim_
Poem Published
20th Dec 2022 3:23am
20th Dec 2022 3:23am
Dear Darkness
Last toll, the bells call to midnight
I bid a final farewell to the moon
time has left me in abandonment
dear darkness, I shall succumb soon
Goodbye to the maker's mark
a blight often hidden from sight
tempting fate of the afflicted
offering gifts up to the night
goodbye to the pain and indignation
to those that open up closing wounds
winding up an idle mind
searching but cannot find
goodbye to the moon
and things that are just misunderstood
eventho we must move, we must go
on, for just...
I bid a final farewell to the moon
time has left me in abandonment
dear darkness, I shall succumb soon
Goodbye to the maker's mark
a blight often hidden from sight
tempting fate of the afflicted
offering gifts up to the night
goodbye to the pain and indignation
to those that open up closing wounds
winding up an idle mind
searching but cannot find
goodbye to the moon
and things that are just misunderstood
eventho we must move, we must go
on, for just...
#anxiety
#dark
#holiday
416 reads
8 Comments
deliabear
Debbie
Debbie
Poem Published
6th Aug 2024 3:52pm
6th Aug 2024 3:52pm
Anxiety
Beyond the chipper cheerful rays of sun.
Lies a dark and hungry oblivion.
Where horrors shed obsidian garments.
Nightmares claw at your hidden compartments.
To unleash terror's shadow,
upon your thoughts distorted glow.
Behind every sun is a dark lark.
Laced with fear's song to sink your heart.
Lies a dark and hungry oblivion.
Where horrors shed obsidian garments.
Nightmares claw at your hidden compartments.
To unleash terror's shadow,
upon your thoughts distorted glow.
Behind every sun is a dark lark.
Laced with fear's song to sink your heart.
#anxiety
#fear
219 reads
21 Comments
Grace
IDryad
IDryad
Poem Published
15th Jan 2025 7:33pm
15th Jan 2025 7:33pm
Defining the Difference
she gazed uncomprehending
at the star stuck on the arrow
stopped sharply from falling
to the flooded ground below
the twinkles from the sky's gone
the greyness seems permanent
no subtle colours between the tone
and rainbows struggle not to be alone
relax inhale and exhale
stop stay in one place
drifting in boats without sails
is not an epitome of peace
breathe...
at the star stuck on the arrow
stopped sharply from falling
to the flooded ground below
the twinkles from the sky's gone
the greyness seems permanent
no subtle colours between the tone
and rainbows struggle not to be alone
relax inhale and exhale
stop stay in one place
drifting in boats without sails
is not an epitome of peace
breathe...
#anxiety
#strength
123 reads
10 Comments
Tallen
earth_empath
earth_empath
Poem Published
21st Jan 2019 6:47pm
21st Jan 2019 6:47pm
Gifted
Your presence in my days
has grown to be my present;
I desire to uncover a way
to discover how to
fellowship more with You.
Now and then
my spills sound like
syncopation or void
when I’m around You.
I might become verbose
or stutter beyond
comprehension.
Try not to be morose
as it’s just my nerves
and anticipation
due to Your presence.
I want to be Your Friend
caring, listening and kind
trying to understand
fears and pain You try
to leave behind.
Your presence in my...
has grown to be my present;
I desire to uncover a way
to discover how to
fellowship more with You.
Now and then
my spills sound like
syncopation or void
when I’m around You.
I might become verbose
or stutter beyond
comprehension.
Try not to be morose
as it’s just my nerves
and anticipation
due to Your presence.
I want to be Your Friend
caring, listening and kind
trying to understand
fears and pain You try
to leave behind.
Your presence in my...
#happiness
#anxiety
#hope
#friendship
#support
635 reads
9 Comments
runningturtle87
Poem Published
29th Apr 2022 3:29pm
29th Apr 2022 3:29pm
Intimacy Blockade
Intimacy Blockade
Where to begin
When
The mascarade
Ends,
What's the use
Of pretending?
It gives
The appearance
Of everything's
Sending
That message
Of perfection all day.
When the lights
Come on
And the bar
Shuts down
And the ring
On the finger spins round,
What was the point
Of starting
This
Fling
When the darkness
Was all on the ground?
Where to begin
When
The mascarade
Ends,
What's the use
Of pretending?
It gives
The appearance
Of everything's
Sending
That message
Of perfection all day.
When the lights
Come on
And the bar
Shuts down
And the ring
On the finger spins round,
What was the point
Of starting
This
Fling
When the darkness
Was all on the ground?
#anxiety
#regret
#loneliness
#denial
#emptiness
400 reads
4 Comments
Hashman
Poem Published
16th Jan 2022 12:01pm
16th Jan 2022 12:01pm
Germs...Friend or Foe?
1 - Past Practice - We would ALL go outside and play in the dirt, roll around, make mud pies and eat them for fun. GET DIRTY, what doesn't kill ya is good for you, Go home take a bath or shower. sometimes no wash up at all...good germs, bad germs they're all around.
Friend or Foe I just don't know?
"Do The Right Thing"
2 - Recent Practice - Wash, Wash, Wash, wash away the germs with Germicide Scrub, Scrub, Scrub...scrub them all away. OH NO!!! Hold on a minute you might be using too much Germicide and you could be hurting your own natural ability to...
Friend or Foe I just don't know?
"Do The Right Thing"
2 - Recent Practice - Wash, Wash, Wash, wash away the germs with Germicide Scrub, Scrub, Scrub...scrub them all away. OH NO!!! Hold on a minute you might be using too much Germicide and you could be hurting your own natural ability to...
#anger
#anxiety
#frustration
393 reads
4 Comments
buddhakitty
Poem Published
13th May 2024 2:39am
13th May 2024 2:39am
weeds
the homeless grow like weeds in a post
apocalyptic garden
corporate America crawling so far up
our governments ass that not even
a nuclear enigma can unblock their
shit
lies, misinformation seeding confusion,
the plague and power of social
media
in AI. the dead will
not remain dead...
the dead will be reconstructed,
reconstituted, rearranged for
the pleasures of the stinking
bored masses
facts will become like candles blown
dead on stale birthday
cake
then...
apocalyptic garden
corporate America crawling so far up
our governments ass that not even
a nuclear enigma can unblock their
shit
lies, misinformation seeding confusion,
the plague and power of social
media
in AI. the dead will
not remain dead...
the dead will be reconstructed,
reconstituted, rearranged for
the pleasures of the stinking
bored masses
facts will become like candles blown
dead on stale birthday
cake
then...
#anger
#anxiety
#apathy
#denial
#greed
154 reads
6 Comments
nutbuster
D C
D C
Poem Published
Today 3:54am
Today 3:54am
The Great Escape Chapter 21, Part 3 of 8
#anxiety
#LifeChangingMoment
#LifeStruggles #passion
#LifeStruggles #passion
8 reads
2 Comments
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