Least Read Poems About Depression
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Dissonant Chimes In The Soundtrack Of Life
Calling out of tune Dammit!
Blaring when dulce demanded
Tinkle tackle tingly
Skin crawling with aversion
Cant they see its subversion
Underwater it might do
Cackling and crackling
In open sunny air
Only leads to despair
Clackety crackle pop
Stop it dammit!!!
Definitely not Janet!!!
Slipping the knot
Drop the chair
Cant you see how your words
Can lead to permanent disrepair
Tss ba ba tss ba ba tss ba ba splash
Better now it's time to crash ...
...
Blaring when dulce demanded
Tinkle tackle tingly
Skin crawling with aversion
Cant they see its subversion
Underwater it might do
Cackling and crackling
In open sunny air
Only leads to despair
Clackety crackle pop
Stop it dammit!!!
Definitely not Janet!!!
Slipping the knot
Drop the chair
Cant you see how your words
Can lead to permanent disrepair
Tss ba ba tss ba ba tss ba ba splash
Better now it's time to crash ...
...
#love
#depression
#MentalHealth #despair
#MentalHealth #despair
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Loose ends
Don’t touch that string
I think that’s the one
The one that when pulled
Will make me come undone
I think that’s the one
The one that when pulled
Will make me come undone
#anxiety
#depression
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Grey Days
They come and go
as if meant to show
how life can hurt
life can wound
without a sound
silent
leaving only the tears
only the sobs
muffled
a forest of willows
a mountain of pillows
as if meant to show
how life can hurt
life can wound
without a sound
silent
leaving only the tears
only the sobs
muffled
a forest of willows
a mountain of pillows
#depression
#bipolar
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#MentalHealth
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That Crack Where The Light Leaks Out
The awakened mind breathes in the sun
The terrors of the night fades too slowly
The promise of a new day infuses
The hope it brings seeps surely intoxicatingly
The awkward view in lights full power
Stuns and compels to measured actions
Your mind empty of confusion and doubt
Is finally unified from it's warring factions
The inside fuels the outside in beautiful camouflage
Fodder for the world to look and say "You're OK"
Check that box off and fall in line behind the others
You have potential use it to the fullest because...
The terrors of the night fades too slowly
The promise of a new day infuses
The hope it brings seeps surely intoxicatingly
The awkward view in lights full power
Stuns and compels to measured actions
Your mind empty of confusion and doubt
Is finally unified from it's warring factions
The inside fuels the outside in beautiful camouflage
Fodder for the world to look and say "You're OK"
Check that box off and fall in line behind the others
You have potential use it to the fullest because...
#anxiety
#love
#depression
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Left behind only footsteps to follow

#depression
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Melancholia
It would make you think
it is my favorite drink
considering
it always fills up my glass
While good times will pass
it remains
as it strains
every single smile
Along each weary mile
leaving behind gladness
while I steep in sadness
let myself marinate
How I love to celebrate
one tear at a time
savor the sublime
of the briny bouquet
Whether in day or night
hold it up to the light
to again revel
in its pale tawny hue
it is my favorite drink
considering
it always fills up my glass
While good times will pass
it remains
as it strains
every single smile
Along each weary mile
leaving behind gladness
while I steep in sadness
let myself marinate
How I love to celebrate
one tear at a time
savor the sublime
of the briny bouquet
Whether in day or night
hold it up to the light
to again revel
in its pale tawny hue
#sadness
#depression
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
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Petrified Tears
If I turn to salt
it will be petrified tears" ~ Joy Harjo
Cry until the tears dry
that seems to be
my way
my modus operandi
Crystals of fine salt
leave their faint trace
down my face
proof of my pain
Like some briny rain
washing down on me
never letting me be
for the heart does love its ache
Just another sad song
for me to sing along
with and without
any need of a duet
Never wanting to forget
the cost of all I have lost
down through the years
tallied up...
it will be petrified tears" ~ Joy Harjo
Cry until the tears dry
that seems to be
my way
my modus operandi
Crystals of fine salt
leave their faint trace
down my face
proof of my pain
Like some briny rain
washing down on me
never letting me be
for the heart does love its ache
Just another sad song
for me to sing along
with and without
any need of a duet
Never wanting to forget
the cost of all I have lost
down through the years
tallied up...
#sadness
#depression
#confessional
#WritingPoetry
#suffering
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Grey Deys
It is so hard to paint
with just a mallet
instead of brush and palette
such a sticky mucky mess
With no bright watercolors
only a grayed cement
for me to reinvent
something kinda pretty
For all the pious people
under the shiny steeple
who want to see
what they want to see
Still I do need a trowel
instead of something foul
to...
with just a mallet
instead of brush and palette
such a sticky mucky mess
With no bright watercolors
only a grayed cement
for me to reinvent
something kinda pretty
For all the pious people
under the shiny steeple
who want to see
what they want to see
Still I do need a trowel
instead of something foul
to...
#depression
#murder
#MentalHealth
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Stagnant
Sometimes
the comings and goings blur
and as you gaze at the clouds
pristinely reflected on the pond
you realize:
“I’m the stagnant water”
the comings and goings blur
and as you gaze at the clouds
pristinely reflected on the pond
you realize:
“I’m the stagnant water”
#depression
#LifeStruggles
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A WILTING ROSE
I’ve never come to understand your rage
But, it seems to me you’re trapped in a cage
We all suffered the penalties under the same roof
We all bear our own scars that show the proof.
Some scars heal with the passing of time
But, yours remain in its original prime
Bitter and cold, you shut the world out
Every time you speak, you only shout
You built a wall and shut yourself in
Reasoning with you, no one can win.
I understand people build walls as a form of defense
But you are twenty-four hours in strict offense. ...
But, it seems to me you’re trapped in a cage
We all suffered the penalties under the same roof
We all bear our own scars that show the proof.
Some scars heal with the passing of time
But, yours remain in its original prime
Bitter and cold, you shut the world out
Every time you speak, you only shout
You built a wall and shut yourself in
Reasoning with you, no one can win.
I understand people build walls as a form of defense
But you are twenty-four hours in strict offense. ...
#anxiety
#depression
#LifeStruggles
#LifeAsAWriter
#boredom
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I’m in here
Don’t forget about me
Don’t lose sight
I’m in here fighting baby
Scratching at the surface of what feels like ice and I am gasping for breathe
Just. Trying. To. Breathe.
When will I be able to take a full breath in this life?
I’m in here.
Don’t forget about me
Don’t lose sight
Because of every fight
I blame myself
I am not me and me is not good either
I love you with all my heart
No matter what I say and do
Know that I’m in here
Fighting for you.
Don’t lose sight
I’m in here fighting baby
Scratching at the surface of what feels like ice and I am gasping for breathe
Just. Trying. To. Breathe.
When will I be able to take a full breath in this life?
I’m in here.
Don’t forget about me
Don’t lose sight
Because of every fight
I blame myself
I am not me and me is not good either
I love you with all my heart
No matter what I say and do
Know that I’m in here
Fighting for you.
#anxiety
#love
#depression
#marriage
#drugs
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Sans Soleil
No funny sunny days
for this poem
for she is left to roam
beneath a sky of concrete
Puddles beneath her feet
she begrudges the retreat
in no particular direction
with no predilection
Each scratch of the quill
is rather shrill
leaving its wound
leaving its scar
Tears dampen the page
evidence of her rage
as Indian ink is no more
spilt in her name
Left crumbled in a ball
in the darkness of the hall
discarded once again
still waiting for the...
for this poem
for she is left to roam
beneath a sky of concrete
Puddles beneath her feet
she begrudges the retreat
in no particular direction
with no predilection
Each scratch of the quill
is rather shrill
leaving its wound
leaving its scar
Tears dampen the page
evidence of her rage
as Indian ink is no more
spilt in her name
Left crumbled in a ball
in the darkness of the hall
discarded once again
still waiting for the...
#depression
17 reads
10 Comments
DU Poetry : Least Read Poems About Depression