Least Read Poems About Depression
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PRISON CELL
Here I am sitting in my prison cell
No one notices; no one can tell
My body in physical form is free
But my immortal soul-the real me
Is chained and locked away
A smile I carry day after day
But a heaviness I carry deep in the soul
Where no one can see...no one knows.
The knowledge that I may have fallen from grace
Living my younger days in total disgrace
Wearying the Lord and making Him cry
Taking for granted that for me He died
It cost me nothing and He asked for nothing in return
But doing the right thing I didn't...
No one notices; no one can tell
My body in physical form is free
But my immortal soul-the real me
Is chained and locked away
A smile I carry day after day
But a heaviness I carry deep in the soul
Where no one can see...no one knows.
The knowledge that I may have fallen from grace
Living my younger days in total disgrace
Wearying the Lord and making Him cry
Taking for granted that for me He died
It cost me nothing and He asked for nothing in return
But doing the right thing I didn't...
#anxiety
#depression
#dark
#death
#prison
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Poetry Blues
No need for any sax
no harmonica
no trembling bass
to help me now replace
This deep marinated
feeling ...
under a tear soaked ceiling
dripping down with sadness
Trying to remember gladness
or any light moment
any happy day
to help relight my way
Riding this craggy poem
trying to get home
to some sense of sense
of sterile rationality
Without any divinity
or a married papal priest
distracting me in the least
while I play the primed versifier
no harmonica
no trembling bass
to help me now replace
This deep marinated
feeling ...
under a tear soaked ceiling
dripping down with sadness
Trying to remember gladness
or any light moment
any happy day
to help relight my way
Riding this craggy poem
trying to get home
to some sense of sense
of sterile rationality
Without any divinity
or a married papal priest
distracting me in the least
while I play the primed versifier
#depression
#WritingPoetry
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Midnight Blue
It is that rare color
that you can only see
in the dead of night
in the perfect light
of a lamenting moon
who sheds her pallid beams
like so many cascading tears
cataloguing all her fears
of missing another sunrise
painting the late hours
in lieu of flowers
for the impending death
of another lonely night
that you can only see
in the dead of night
in the perfect light
of a lamenting moon
who sheds her pallid beams
like so many cascading tears
cataloguing all her fears
of missing another sunrise
painting the late hours
in lieu of flowers
for the impending death
of another lonely night
#depression
#moon
#art
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Unkempt
The order of life is torn
shadows rule the day
say what they want to say
about me
While I sit upon the floor
wanting so much more
than all of this space
all of this distance
Getting wider all the time
defying even rhyme
as a way to mend
a way to heal
So afraid to feel
all this hollowness
with all of its distress
a case study in rejection
The consequence of perfection
rearing its ugly head
filling me with dread
as things become... unkempt
shadows rule the day
say what they want to say
about me
While I sit upon the floor
wanting so much more
than all of this space
all of this distance
Getting wider all the time
defying even rhyme
as a way to mend
a way to heal
So afraid to feel
all this hollowness
with all of its distress
a case study in rejection
The consequence of perfection
rearing its ugly head
filling me with dread
as things become... unkempt
#depression
#rejection
#heartbroken
#confessional
#MentalHealth
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I Must End the Turmoil

#anxiety
#apathy
#depression
#insomnia
#PTSD
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Judy Blue
Tell me could I never
maybe now not ever
escape from this ...
loving beloved you
Staying always true
making your winter
my new favorite season
devoid of Bayesian reason
Splashing all the walls
up and down my halls
with your very special hue
a heavy laden blue
Relishing in my sadness
numbed into gladness
such a bumbling tumble
left here humble
By your tragic beauty
eclipsing the summer sun
aphxiating all fun ...
maybe now not ever
escape from this ...
loving beloved you
Staying always true
making your winter
my new favorite season
devoid of Bayesian reason
Splashing all the walls
up and down my halls
with your very special hue
a heavy laden blue
Relishing in my sadness
numbed into gladness
such a bumbling tumble
left here humble
By your tragic beauty
eclipsing the summer sun
aphxiating all fun ...
#depression
#lesbian
#FallingInLove #bisexual
#FallingInLove #bisexual
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Drizzling
The morn seems so forlorn
as it now appears
with its fine veil of tears
outside my fogged window
Even June and its warmth
cannot even hope
to help me cope
with this cold laden sadness
For the bold summer sun
with all its festive fun
is somewhere hiding
forever banished
As all my joy vanished
behind the drab grey curtain
stretched ever high
across my darkening sky
Even the morning dew
is able to see through
this cascade of rain
to now witness my pain
as it now appears
with its fine veil of tears
outside my fogged window
Even June and its warmth
cannot even hope
to help me cope
with this cold laden sadness
For the bold summer sun
with all its festive fun
is somewhere hiding
forever banished
As all my joy vanished
behind the drab grey curtain
stretched ever high
across my darkening sky
Even the morning dew
is able to see through
this cascade of rain
to now witness my pain
#sadness
#depression
#loneliness
#rain
#rainbow
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Perching Little Dragonfly
I wonder if she even
knows
that she is blue
ignorant of this hue
Refusing to be defined
by any state of mind
drapped over her shoulders
by others attempting to understand
The varied altitude of her flight
whether in day or night
in bright sun or soft rain
even the silence of a still wind
Her wary eyes have truly
seen it all
the rise and fall
almost to the point of blindness ...
knows
that she is blue
ignorant of this hue
Refusing to be defined
by any state of mind
drapped over her shoulders
by others attempting to understand
The varied altitude of her flight
whether in day or night
in bright sun or soft rain
even the silence of a still wind
Her wary eyes have truly
seen it all
the rise and fall
almost to the point of blindness ...
#confessional
#depression
#nature
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On the Wire
At times I adore the view
but no matter what I do
I cannot avoid the fall
the crash
Whether it is the mad dash
the deep sob
they both seem to rob
me of all normality
While the pendulum swings
my sanity clings
to unraveling rope
ever slipping knots
Even all the love-me-nots
seem to know
how this story will go
before they sneak out the door
Leaving me the same as before
alone on this wire
raising ever higher
until the cable breaks
but no matter what I do
I cannot avoid the fall
the crash
Whether it is the mad dash
the deep sob
they both seem to rob
me of all normality
While the pendulum swings
my sanity clings
to unraveling rope
ever slipping knots
Even all the love-me-nots
seem to know
how this story will go
before they sneak out the door
Leaving me the same as before
alone on this wire
raising ever higher
until the cable breaks
#depression
#bipolar
#confessional
#MentalHealth
#WritingPoetry
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Cradle the Blade
I have held it close
closer than life
that ever sharp knife
with but one purpose
freedom
liberation
salutation
a mere slice away
a tragic price to pay
to cut it down
the final dark curtain
closer than life
that ever sharp knife
with but one purpose
freedom
liberation
salutation
a mere slice away
a tragic price to pay
to cut it down
the final dark curtain
#depression
#suicide
#bipolar
#confessional
#MentalHealth
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Fog
A grey confusion remains
ever dense
upon the fresh air
causing such despair
As it flows in
then all around
as it does surround
everything I witness
Like an evil damp smoke
meant to choke
any feeling of ease
blocking the breeze
Prevent me again
from seeing
from feeling
from being ...
While it does truly weigh
upon my muddled mind
as I am unable to find
any clear path to my self
ever dense
upon the fresh air
causing such despair
As it flows in
then all around
as it does surround
everything I witness
Like an evil damp smoke
meant to choke
any feeling of ease
blocking the breeze
Prevent me again
from seeing
from feeling
from being ...
While it does truly weigh
upon my muddled mind
as I am unable to find
any clear path to my self
#depression
#despair
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Between the Drops
I seem to live here
I do fear
in this grey space
this cold melancholia
Draped by the clouds
shunned by the crowds
with their happy tunes
their hit parades
Banished to the glades
left to be alone
perhaps now to atone
for things undone
For even the sun
with its happy orange glow
does seem to know
of all my crimes
Written down in rhymes
crafted into poems
while my heart still roams
in search of some salvation
I do fear
in this grey space
this cold melancholia
Draped by the clouds
shunned by the crowds
with their happy tunes
their hit parades
Banished to the glades
left to be alone
perhaps now to atone
for things undone
For even the sun
with its happy orange glow
does seem to know
of all my crimes
Written down in rhymes
crafted into poems
while my heart still roams
in search of some salvation
#depression
#bipolar
#rain
#confessional
#MentalHealth
29 reads
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DU Poetry : Least Read Poems About Depression