Depression Poems | Examples of Depression Poetry

They called it short gratification— but I lost my soul in the trade. A moment’s pleasure, for a lifetime of emptiness, a spark that consumed the temple I once was. O Woman, your body is not desire’s playground— it is the chalice of divinity. If you fail to respect your sacred form, no man ever will. Each man you lie with, leaves an imprint upon your soul. And...

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Horrible things. Toothaches and no one does anything about it. On my skin, there are pores where anything possible could grow. No one knows much about me. When you’re depressed, you just nod. Facing toward nothing. Taking your time like a bored toad. Wishing someone else would take over your thoughts. I could get in...

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what's that? who's this? what am i doing? why am i here? i have so many questions about, well, everything. i'm expected to know so much but i feel like i don't know anything. the brain of a highschooler is an interesting one. i can list fact after fact about chemical bonds, the civil war, why the sky is blue... but i couldn't tell you my favorite food. my favorite...

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I determined to take seize of a lightning bolt! Paused at every tree. Flashed and thundered all about – stood by every metal post, just to see if God wanted me. Went to the nearest church… prayed for a voice or sign: and from behind the altar heard a gulping sound, pastor draining the sacrament wine. Not a good day....

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I’m caught between lights and shadows By a demon that has settled in my mind And locked me in a somber prison While my heart and body were entwined. In the sad and gray sanatorium of my life, I am your patient and you my loving doctor, With whom I share my dreams of heaven, And tales that nobody...

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(April 7, 2025) To new beginnings, A moment in time where we have an opening to try and start anew Every soul has dealt with yearning for a chance to redeem themselves What better way than to start in the Spring, How angelic it is when we see the leaves bloom and everything starts to look rich again. I for...

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On dark, cold soil, atop the soaring green turf, lay cold, rusty, nostalgic houses. The path that led to them was faded and shallow, with the feeling it could cave in at any moment. Scattered along that path were derelict vehicles from different eras each one different heaps of life. Fog filled the houses. It filled the cars too, like a raging campfire, too sinister to be put out. And yet here...

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AN ELEGY ON DEATH -3 Bow like rainbow it gave While I want to it near, I want to it heart embrace While even cann't give me own fear. Smile a lot I do in mask While ,the last it true when? It's I think very difficult task, Hide with pain regression then. The small bonds of Psaltery Leave with the worst condition, When they again...

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Mother Nature’s Fury, It begins to rain Rivers overflowing, roads begin to flood Devastation everywhere as homes filled with mud Loss of life and property, oh the heartfelt pain Mother Nature’s fury, as the story goes Wild winds begin to roar all across the land City and towns ravished by deadly tornadoes Loss of life and property we're dealt a lousy hand Mother...

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Behad manhoos sa aur aam aadmi Kabhi dekha hai mujhsa pareshan aadmi? Jeene ki chaah liye zindagi se haara jo, Zindagi ke falsafe se anjaan aadmi. Ishq ko kahe Khuda, ishq mein haara hua, Ishq mein jo ho gaya nakaam aadmi. Jiske chaaron or tha shor bas bheed ka, Ab reh gaya wo khaali sa makaan aadmi. Auron ki zaruraton mein ho gaya...

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The Reaper I know, You respect no one. When you decide to take one home, Age, color, accomplishments mean nothing to you In your court. You harvest every soul At your most convenience. In life's prime and low, you strike hard Without any consideration. You cause unexplained weeping And a void that will never be filled. You take when you want, Without...

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In just a day, I lost my father, my mum, and my only two siblings, I became the only member of my family: my own father, my own mother, my own siblings. I was left to s~w~i~m the ocean a l o n e... I was like the only spared t^r^e^e of...

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I wasn’t born — I was expelled, From choking smoke and screams I yelled. No breath of grace, no holy light, Just claws and fire in endless night. No lullaby, no sweet refrain, Just rusted chains and seeping pain. A crib of ash, a whip for love— I crawled while angels laughed above. They fed me rot, they bled me dry, They laughed each...

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They birthed me in a house of screams, Where shadows stitched my fevered dreams— No lullaby, no gentle womb, Just rusted chains and cradle's tomb. A mother’s voice? A serpent's hiss. A father's touch? A clenched, cold fist. Each lull was laced with sharpened lies, Each smile a mask, each hug a vice. I suckled rage from...

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Last night I dreamt of a roadside stop— an ice cream truck near a rusted shop. Its engine was spent, its music was low, and something inside told me I should l go. I stepped through the door because I could, and met a man by the name of Alexander Wood. He wore a bowtie and a crooked smile, a paper hat,...

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