Depression Poems
#depression
Depression takes a person beyond feelings of sadness, to a very dark and lonely place. Poetry about depression offers the reader a glimpse into this darkness and isolation. Depression is a serious mental disorder. A creative outlet, like writing poetry, can offer relief to some sufferers.
Carpe_Noctem
Poem Published
16th Dec 2024 2:36pm
16th Dec 2024 2:36pm
Again we pick scabs
pooled wax sits the faint last few flickers of the candle
scented ? or perhaps unscented sorrow
however do you like coffee
steaming hot espresso or iced cold latte?
a train passes by on a frost bitten winters day
the station briefly frozen in time
prompt though the next train
only the passengers know their true destination
years pass by
or was it the changing of winter to spring
back again to pitfalls wandering through glaciers
laying dormant await the...
scented ? or perhaps unscented sorrow
however do you like coffee
steaming hot espresso or iced cold latte?
a train passes by on a frost bitten winters day
the station briefly frozen in time
prompt though the next train
only the passengers know their true destination
years pass by
or was it the changing of winter to spring
back again to pitfalls wandering through glaciers
laying dormant await the...
#depression
#healing
#PTSD
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2 Comments
Poetryman
Poem Published
16th Dec 2024 8:02am
16th Dec 2024 8:02am
May as Well be Dead
I can't remember how to smile
So many years of sadness
Piled upon loneliness
I think, a long time ago, some held me in warm arms
But I think it might just have been a fantasy
I hurt inside so hard I can't tell what is in pain
I think it might be my heart but I don't know
I don't remember what my heart felt like
Some distant echoes, a noise like a drum
But it has faded away beneath a sheet of white noise
The pain only goes away when I fall asleep
When i dream of shadows that surround me in screams
Life is only a gift when it feels...
So many years of sadness
Piled upon loneliness
I think, a long time ago, some held me in warm arms
But I think it might just have been a fantasy
I hurt inside so hard I can't tell what is in pain
I think it might be my heart but I don't know
I don't remember what my heart felt like
Some distant echoes, a noise like a drum
But it has faded away beneath a sheet of white noise
The pain only goes away when I fall asleep
When i dream of shadows that surround me in screams
Life is only a gift when it feels...
#anxiety
#dark
#death #depression
#death #depression
58 reads
3 Comments
Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
15th Dec 2024 00:34am
15th Dec 2024 00:34am
a lucid haze
My bedsheets smell of
lavender and indica
silk pillowcase a cushioned ocean
for my restless mind
that floats through the dark
unseeing and unsleeping
I'm nowhere in particular
if I wait for the dawn I might see it
lavender and indica
silk pillowcase a cushioned ocean
for my restless mind
that floats through the dark
unseeing and unsleeping
I'm nowhere in particular
if I wait for the dawn I might see it
#depression
#drugs
#insomnia #marijuana
#insomnia #marijuana
111 reads
12 Comments
AspergerPoet56
Poem Published
12th Dec 2024 8:34pm
12th Dec 2024 8:34pm
Pretend There's A Cure
Welcome !!
said the big fat slug
slimy ugly bitch
her trail along
corridor walls and floor
be well....
watch ice cream tubs
bouncing on trampiline covers
a medicated dance
for all to witness
never say
about the voice
or those invisible poems
writings in eyelids
avoid prying eyes
conform worm
wriggle on bait hooks
iet us enjoy the show
we love a struggle
it appeals to our sense of care
said the big fat slug
slimy ugly bitch
her trail along
corridor walls and floor
be well....
watch ice cream tubs
bouncing on trampiline covers
a medicated dance
for all to witness
never say
about the voice
or those invisible poems
writings in eyelids
avoid prying eyes
conform worm
wriggle on bait hooks
iet us enjoy the show
we love a struggle
it appeals to our sense of care
#depression
#MentalHealth
90 reads
10 Comments
u53l355
Poem Published
12th Dec 2024 5:31pm
12th Dec 2024 5:31pm
Dead
My body slowly becomes intertwined with the soil,
Feeding the worms , giving back to the earth.
I have never felt so free.
- Forgotten writer
Feeding the worms , giving back to the earth.
I have never felt so free.
- Forgotten writer
#dark
#death
#depression
#suffering
#suicide
102 reads
1 Comment
missjem56
Poem Published
12th Dec 2024 3:57pm
12th Dec 2024 3:57pm
Waterfalls
Just one tiny drop
No bigger
Than a dew drop
Upon a spiders web
Formed in the corner
Of my right eye
It was the birth
Of a tear
More filmy tears followed
Then grew
And grew
And grew
Eventually
Forming into a deluge
Of unstoppable misery
I drowned
by Jemia
No bigger
Than a dew drop
Upon a spiders web
Formed in the corner
Of my right eye
It was the birth
Of a tear
More filmy tears followed
Then grew
And grew
And grew
Eventually
Forming into a deluge
Of unstoppable misery
I drowned
by Jemia
#depression
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeStruggles
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0 Comments
u53l355
Poem Published
12th Dec 2024 3:30pm
12th Dec 2024 3:30pm
Delusional
I know in the deepest trench of my brain
This isn't real.
I know I shouldn't let this delusion run my mind
We are just
In seperate states
States of emotion
States of vaunerability
States of mental back and fourth
You clasp my heart
I hold yours
Keeping it in a lock box bubblewrapped double strapped
Soft to the touch
But hits me in the chest like freight train at full speed .
I don't want to live in reality
Diluted to delusions
This is where I want to stay .
This isn't real.
I know I shouldn't let this delusion run my mind
We are just
In seperate states
States of emotion
States of vaunerability
States of mental back and fourth
You clasp my heart
I hold yours
Keeping it in a lock box bubblewrapped double strapped
Soft to the touch
But hits me in the chest like freight train at full speed .
I don't want to live in reality
Diluted to delusions
This is where I want to stay .
#abuse
#depression
#LongDistanceRelationship #love
#LongDistanceRelationship #love
87 reads
2 Comments
Feral
Poem Published
10th Dec 2024 8:15pm
10th Dec 2024 8:15pm
xviii: evocation
It is not prophecy -
this thing, scarlet and viscus
slithering in the sand at my feet.
It spewed wetly from my gaping grin -
a sad monument to the years.
In the conceit of the rising sun,
my teeth became redundant.
(I alone am at fault)
... Can a pyre built for a self burn rage enough
burn wild enough
burn spite enough
To slough off the flesh, the meat,
the contempt, the weeds?
Leaving my bones free to cast an offering to the stars
mirrored and diffused softly into the waves -
the breaking crest...
this thing, scarlet and viscus
slithering in the sand at my feet.
It spewed wetly from my gaping grin -
a sad monument to the years.
In the conceit of the rising sun,
my teeth became redundant.
(I alone am at fault)
... Can a pyre built for a self burn rage enough
burn wild enough
burn spite enough
To slough off the flesh, the meat,
the contempt, the weeds?
Leaving my bones free to cast an offering to the stars
mirrored and diffused softly into the waves -
the breaking crest...
#depression
56 reads
2 Comments
poetic_gawdess
Poem Published
10th Dec 2024 5:50pm
10th Dec 2024 5:50pm
Undercurrent.
It feels like I’m swimming for my life,
around me, a large body of water,
and there are absolutely no signs of land in sight.
My arms and legs grow heavier
from exhaustion.
Fire is burning in my lungs, as I breathe
And while I think I’m breathing in fresh air
it doesn’t feel like oxygen, quite the opposite.
Something hot and unrelenting coils in my chest
even as I exhale.
suddenly feeling as though
I’m wading in the fiery lakes of hell.
“Keep swimming.” I think to myself.
The end has got to be near, ...
around me, a large body of water,
and there are absolutely no signs of land in sight.
My arms and legs grow heavier
from exhaustion.
Fire is burning in my lungs, as I breathe
And while I think I’m breathing in fresh air
it doesn’t feel like oxygen, quite the opposite.
Something hot and unrelenting coils in my chest
even as I exhale.
suddenly feeling as though
I’m wading in the fiery lakes of hell.
“Keep swimming.” I think to myself.
The end has got to be near, ...
#anxiety
#depression
#LifeStruggles #water
#LifeStruggles #water
134 reads
4 Comments
Paulajobi
Paula Jobi
Paula Jobi
Poem Published
10th Dec 2024 9:24am
10th Dec 2024 9:24am
It's All I Knew
#depression
#hurt
#LifeStruggles
#PTSD
#sex
77 reads
3 Comments
Poetryman
Poem Published
10th Dec 2024 6:12am
10th Dec 2024 6:12am
CONFESSION
I've heard confession is good for the soul
Though I wonder when it's a stairwell to a bottomless hole
Spiraling downward in rings of loneliness
Where no one will listen to a depressing endless tale
Without a witness to absolve the spirit of a body full of sin
Or anyone to care about your honesty at the fatal end
You may as well keep it to yourself
Bottled up with a cork to seal in secret stealth
How no one cared enough to share
The love you nutured within there
A lifetime of emotion filled with hope
Forever dangling at the end of a...
Though I wonder when it's a stairwell to a bottomless hole
Spiraling downward in rings of loneliness
Where no one will listen to a depressing endless tale
Without a witness to absolve the spirit of a body full of sin
Or anyone to care about your honesty at the fatal end
You may as well keep it to yourself
Bottled up with a cork to seal in secret stealth
How no one cared enough to share
The love you nutured within there
A lifetime of emotion filled with hope
Forever dangling at the end of a...
#depression
#emptiness
#loneliness #sadness
#loneliness #sadness
87 reads
2 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
9th Dec 2024 1:47pm
9th Dec 2024 1:47pm
Horses of the Night
In vast meadows
horses gallop free
under the wide, deep blue sky.
In the solitude of the field
the whistles resound
echoing memories of a fruitful time.
Big eyes filled with longing.
That only the lonely soul knows
they feel the absence intensely.
On cold nights the pain doesn't go away.
The wind carries ancient whispers
of days spent next to your loved one.
Now distant how long the paths are
leaving the heart torn apart.
Horses run, shadows in the twilight.
Witnesses of the sadness that...
horses gallop free
under the wide, deep blue sky.
In the solitude of the field
the whistles resound
echoing memories of a fruitful time.
Big eyes filled with longing.
That only the lonely soul knows
they feel the absence intensely.
On cold nights the pain doesn't go away.
The wind carries ancient whispers
of days spent next to your loved one.
Now distant how long the paths are
leaving the heart torn apart.
Horses run, shadows in the twilight.
Witnesses of the sadness that...
#anxiety
#apathy
#depression
#emptiness
#nightmares
59 reads
8 Comments
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