Cinquain Depression Poems

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like bottled air
clinging to nothing real,
except to slippery inside walls
of space

like heart chamber
holding on to first love
bouncing back and forth, side to side
then gone

like nerve feeling
continued ceaseless pain
until all feeling is dissolved
or cold

Copyright © 2011  By Caryl S. Muzzey

First Place Winner ~ "An Old or New" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
July 20, 2011

Copyright © Caryl Muzzey | Year Posted 2011

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Changing People
Left And Right
It Makes Me Upset
Turning good people to addicts

Copyright © Tyrone Johnston | Year Posted 2010

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Third week now
Like stinging prison bars 
Someone is lost out there, I hear

Copyright © Grace EunSong Lee | Year Posted 2010

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Despair. I am like a windowless, empty room. Bleak and dark i steal hope and give anguish. Distress i am to you. Lonely desolation. Like a cloak you wear me with great sadness.
April 12th 2011 Written by Emma Mantle For contest Traditional Cinquain Contest by Catie Lindsey. H/M June 1st 2011 'Old contest entry' 9th place

Copyright © Emma Mantle | Year Posted 2011

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silent darkness
Kiss’s you lightly
Emotionless moment to grieve

Copyright © Cynthia Ferguson | Year Posted 2014

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Without presence
Taken from sight 
Alone with no reflection

Copyright © Cynthia Ferguson | Year Posted 2014

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I do not feel
My skin is numb when touched
Still waiting for the day to come

©Holly P. Moore
   November 2012

Copyright © HOLLY MOORE | Year Posted 2012

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Death masks
the intrusive
images of past thoughts
being burned.  The soul's dark night dreams
lynched hearts.

Copyright © Effie Blake | Year Posted 2007

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Casting shadows,

Sadness overtaking fast

It threatens to last


Copyright © Kristen Wallen | Year Posted 2010

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 “Pull the Trigger”

Waking up from dreams that seemed like reality
Tormenting my brain with thoughts of trigger actions
Fantasy land is a place for laughter and peaceful serenity
Reality has no happiness for painful reminders shake me with open eyes

Fields of wild flowers consume my peaceful dreams
Birds singing of love while the winds softly whisper
Leaves cascading through the air I breathe allowing myself to smile
I wish I could stay in the world where my mind is at peace with my soul

The darkness surrounding my inner self won’t allow my conscience to rest
Every day the struggle to survive one more day to breathe, to laugh, to love
 Running to escape the quicksand beneath my feet so that I may find solid ground
Trying to save this pathetic smile so that one day it might be visible by the eyes staring at me

Windmills turn with the wind like my imagination conjures up ways to escape
Always considering my options of how my life can turn to dust 
So tired of being the one on the outside looking through the window of suicide
Let this sacred heart be free to float away as I pull the trigger ending this consuming sickness 

Copyright © Brian Stoaks | Year Posted 2016

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Nature’s great lie.
Happy smiles I convey,
To cover feelings tucked away.
I am.

Copyright © Elaine Ho | Year Posted 2016

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Deceitful, wicked
Weeping, cringing, loathing
Things children shouldn’t feel
Repulsive, severe
Struggling, bleeding, collapsing
My pain continues unheard
Abandoned, faulty
Hiding, listening, praying
Life is my suffering
Forbidden, fruitless
Reeling, clutching, grinning
The agony has ended

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Copyright © Anthony Lyrics | Year Posted 2011

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13 February 2010

The Seeking
By: Noel N. Villarosa

Cinquain poem

blaming oneself
for the ungrateful work
seeking a forgiveness to ease
the pain.

Copyright © Noel Villarosa | Year Posted 2010

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sometimes dreadful,
keeping from outsiders 
the beautiful, loving contents

Copyright © Adam Hapworth | Year Posted 2013

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contorted smile
trying to disguise
the pain that underlies

Copyright © Richard Lamoureux | Year Posted 2013

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Borrowing appettite;
Increasing gradually.
Weary to live within means.
Handcap of saving culture;
Hand-to mouth disposition.
Lender connives with bailiff!

chipepo lwele

Copyright © chipepo lwele | Year Posted 2012

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Eyes on me,
People watching,
In my direction?
Can't they look somewhere else?

Feeling uneasy,
Discomfart rises, too.
Afraid to mess up,
Afraid to fail.

Eyes are on me.
I feel pale.
I freeze.

I don't want
The attention.

Copyright © BRITTANY MOON | Year Posted 2009

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As I open my wide brown glazing eyes....
I stop and realize.....
This is who is am...
You get one soul as you do one mind....But as you know when its your time you will fly...
Fly high in the sky with the angles above with no shame like a white feathered dove....
Souring like a bird,swimming like i fish in the deep blue sea...
Standing perfectly still with no motivation of moving....
Going down 99 just crew-zing...
Waiting on god to answer my prayer......
I keep thinking to my self life just isn't fair...
As i lay me down,I sit an think....
There's better ways to get my way!!!!
Tho hes by my side.....
Still no tears i cry..... 
I shall not die,With out goodbye......

So for now be still..........

Copyright © Arick carles | Year Posted 2015

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Creatures whisper
Paranoia consumes me
Delirious, manic; psychotic fantasy

Copyright © Dustin Craig | Year Posted 2012

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“Thoughts of Purity”

Hanging by a thread; feet dangling like clothes flapping in the summer breeze
Look upon the little things below me ; everything is so tiny when you’re so high
Believing that being above all souls will bring me the peace I long to have
When it comes to Stephen there is no right or wrong; for all is lost with open eyes

Desiring to be the man I set goals to be, failing like the wings of a baby bird learning how to fly
Is life really worth your owns words being misconstrued into what they really want to hear
Is it the failure in others that drives their insecurity to be boasted by worse failures then their own?
 Stephen is just a name used to describe the failures of his lost soul floating in the vastness of space

The highest peak on earth cannot describe the level of pain that depressed hearts endure
For the pain of the depressed isn’t a come and go type of feeling but never ending
Seek and you shall find lonely minds scattered like puzzle pieces laid freshly upon a table
It’s not just Stephen alone in the spectacle of life, for broken minds stay silent unnoticed in pictures

In mountain streams the dreams of normalcy floats away like paper airplanes thrown into the wind
Always searching for a hand to grasp to lift a lost soul to stand upon the solid ground
Never finding the ears to understand that life’s treasures fall into the hands already rich in comfort
Stephen is no longer reaching for steady arms but forgiveness of suicidal thoughts that break his thoughts of purity 

Copyright © Brian Stoaks | Year Posted 2016

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Terrible Sadness
Voices I can’t forget.
Forgive me, Oh wretchedness!

Copyright © Nitesh Aggarwal | Year Posted 2007

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   “Fight for Flight”

Stuck in the shell unable to break out to see the sunshine warming the air I breathe
Struggling to smell the flowers planted in the garden for the neighbors to see
This darkness is so undeserving like the innocent killed by cowards 
Trying to break free so the numbness I feel will melt into a feeling of life

Sacred thoughts of striving to see the world around me leaves my conscience lost
Accepting my failures as an individual has created a space between reality and fantasy
Living in a world with a desolate soul leaves the heart as empty as the room I lay in
The emptiness is over powering like the silence is so deafening

Living a life secluded from real life people has my mind asking if I’m really alive
Dreaming of those long gone leaves the salty tears slowly trickling towards downwards
So many feelings of lost days make it hard to smile even on the best days
Breathe Stephen is all I can say to keep my chest moving to prove I am life

I reach out my hands to grasp the side rails to pull myself to safely stand
Again I try yet the despicable me has found empty air instead of solid objects
Believing I am the failure looked upon by others as an untreatable cancer
I give up the fight for flight and allow my body to collapse in a heap upon the ground

Copyright © Brian Stoaks | Year Posted 2016

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Attentive, true
Watching, listening, alert
Not to be habitual

Copyright © David Brooks | Year Posted 2016

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Too thin
these weak walls stand,
keeping cold from comfort;
dividing hope from dying dream’s

Copyright © Nick Ruff | Year Posted 2008

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I loved you once,
I love you still.
Always have,
Always will.

You took my heart,
And broke it to pieces.
Now all I have left,
Is pain that never seizes.

Copyright © Victoria King | Year Posted 2012

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or not free
long haunting skeletons 
trying to escape imprisonment 
for freedom

Copyright © rebecca travis | Year Posted 2008

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In the dark,
Shadows whisper.
Dreadful creatures stir.

Running away now
Into the light.
Now all's safe.

Copyright © BRITTANY MOON | Year Posted 2009

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Lies flute
Shadows discord 
Bellows forth to night's arms
Tears salty anger languishes

Copyright © Tim B | Year Posted 2011

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beautiful, helpful
inspiring, motivating, calming
relatable, happiness, loving, smiles
coping mechanism

Copyright © taylor hostetler | Year Posted 2016

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The traditional Cinquain.
A poem, I'm sure, everyone can relate to.

Is like a knife
Opening up your heart
And causing it to hemorrhage

Can scar your soul
Leaving you defenseless
Against a world full of vicious

Is a sick joke
That is played upon you
And you never see it coming

Will drive you mad
And make you scream in pain
You will never trust anyone

Dawn D. Kilby 
Copyright ©2008  Dawn D. Kilby

Copyright © Dawn kilby | Year Posted 2008