Poems About Anxiety by Top Critiquers
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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
231 reads
18 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
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
63 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
276 reads
12 Comments
nutbuster
D C
D C
Poem Published
Yesterday 2:23am
Yesterday 2:23am
The Great Escape Chapter 21, Part 1 of 8
#anxiety
#LifeChangingMoment
#LifeStruggles #passion
#LifeStruggles #passion
8 reads
2 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
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
157 reads
6 Comments
James_A_Knight
Poem Published
13th Aug 2024 5:49pm
13th Aug 2024 5:49pm
The Bruised Sun Sets
The Sun punched the Sky
Left an orange-yellow bruise
We stood beneath the pain
Purple ruptured Dusk
The Sea all green and Red
Horizon distant blue
Rooks peck at the debris
Left by the evening tide
We left to catch a film
She looked across the dark
Smiled as if she smelt a rose
Flickering tigress eyes
For a frame
We were lost gods
In the dark between the stars
Left an orange-yellow bruise
We stood beneath the pain
Purple ruptured Dusk
The Sea all green and Red
Horizon distant blue
Rooks peck at the debris
Left by the evening tide
We left to catch a film
She looked across the dark
Smiled as if she smelt a rose
Flickering tigress eyes
For a frame
We were lost gods
In the dark between the stars
#anxiety
#beach
#dark #love
#dark #love
202 reads
6 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
Numer90
Numer0-un0
Numer0-un0
Poem Published
23rd Jan 2025 2:54pm
23rd Jan 2025 2:54pm
Ms Prose
The most disturbing slums
With many problems
About to face my clone
An open street I stood alone
Bounded by earlier defeat
Loud and clear I need not repeat
When the only thing that pops into the mind
Is also something you've to write
By so doing..
I got seduced by a beautiful maiden, who called herself Ms Prose..
We tied the knot in a shocking narrative of instant rise and fall..
I dialled it rang she picked and hang
Deliberately, she went missing my single most important call.. ...
With many problems
About to face my clone
An open street I stood alone
Bounded by earlier defeat
Loud and clear I need not repeat
When the only thing that pops into the mind
Is also something you've to write
By so doing..
I got seduced by a beautiful maiden, who called herself Ms Prose..
We tied the knot in a shocking narrative of instant rise and fall..
I dialled it rang she picked and hang
Deliberately, she went missing my single most important call.. ...
#anxiety
207 reads
12 Comments
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
100 reads
1 Comment
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