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.
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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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
109 reads
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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
96 reads
3 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
170 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
98 reads
5 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
96 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
72 reads
8 Comments
gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
Poem Published
7th Dec 2024 4:04pm
7th Dec 2024 4:04pm
Sleep
When I’m depressed I go to sleep.
It does me well for awake I’m quiet anyway.
Psychosis is so beautiful yet so terrible.
I don’t ever want to wake up again.
Because whenever I’m awake
Psychosis pulls me into darkness.
So, I go to sleep! Where beauty and darkness
mold into dreamy realities and serenity.
Sleep!
It does me well for awake I’m quiet anyway.
Psychosis is so beautiful yet so terrible.
I don’t ever want to wake up again.
Because whenever I’m awake
Psychosis pulls me into darkness.
So, I go to sleep! Where beauty and darkness
mold into dreamy realities and serenity.
Sleep!
#bipolar
#dark
#depression
#dreams
#MentalHealth
120 reads
4 Comments
missjem56
Poem Published
7th Dec 2024 3:15pm
7th Dec 2024 3:15pm
A Flood
Tiny
dew
drop
tears
Forming
into
a
deluge
Drown
in
self
pity
by
Jemia
dew
drop
tears
Forming
into
a
deluge
Drown
in
self
pity
by
Jemia
#depression
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeStruggles
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NP_NP
Poem Published
6th Dec 2024 8:19pm
6th Dec 2024 8:19pm
Botticelli
Standing at a crossroads, why do I have to choose when Botticelli painted both the Madonna and Child and The Birth of Venus? I say I don't write for the purist, so why can't I create my real emotions—mental art—without fear of repercussions? What was going through your mind, Botticelli, when you painted for both Pagans and Catholics? Should I keep my work neat and pure, the cute shit that’s suitable for a bland palate, or can I give you tears and pain, profanity intertwined with the confession of sin?
When I was a child, I learned not to share my dreams or thoughts because it...
When I was a child, I learned not to share my dreams or thoughts because it...
#anxiety
#depression
#emptiness
#LifeStruggles
#loneliness
110 reads
4 Comments
MsRockyJackson
Poem Published
6th Dec 2024 3:25pm
6th Dec 2024 3:25pm
Tales Of A Scorned Woman Part I : Bitterness
I took your words as the gospel truth,
I trusted your actions so naively as each word you said to me I followed you blindly like a lamb being lured in to be slaughtered for a Sunday feast.
So just like the innocence of the lamb that got killed for you led me down to a dark path with no light at the end of a tunnel or bread crumbs to guide me out this black forest as you promised a safe haven in your arms;
You promised me comfort, promised me happiness along with respect and most of all promised me warmth.
I felt nothing but despair,
I felt betrayal from those...
I trusted your actions so naively as each word you said to me I followed you blindly like a lamb being lured in to be slaughtered for a Sunday feast.
So just like the innocence of the lamb that got killed for you led me down to a dark path with no light at the end of a tunnel or bread crumbs to guide me out this black forest as you promised a safe haven in your arms;
You promised me comfort, promised me happiness along with respect and most of all promised me warmth.
I felt nothing but despair,
I felt betrayal from those...
#depression
#hurt
#LifeStruggles
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PAR
Poem Published
4th Dec 2024 11:33am
4th Dec 2024 11:33am
Sidewalks
Look, don't turn your head when you pass me,
unless you want me to break your neck
so you can always walk
with your chin up and your nose to the side...
Look, don't pretend you don't know me,
that you never touched my hand
and that we were never together
in a public restroom on the side of the road
or on the edge of the abyss.
Think about it, we ate the same food
and we drank the same drink
and I never stopped supporting your forehead
by the toilet for the rest of the lost night,
sometimes we even dreamed the same...
unless you want me to break your neck
so you can always walk
with your chin up and your nose to the side...
Look, don't pretend you don't know me,
that you never touched my hand
and that we were never together
in a public restroom on the side of the road
or on the edge of the abyss.
Think about it, we ate the same food
and we drank the same drink
and I never stopped supporting your forehead
by the toilet for the rest of the lost night,
sometimes we even dreamed the same...
#anger
#anxiety
#depression
#emptiness
#regret
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