Anxiety Poems | Examples of Anxiety Poetry

Im hearing voices in my head, all muffled is the sound Can't make out the words they've said, Yet I'm surely set to drown. Plug my ears to disrupt the waves, As torturous tides begin to pull me in. Lost within these endless caves. From chaos, a life of sin. Riptides calling me further out, Into a sea of endless despair. Nothing attempted; not...

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My love for him will never fade, In silent hope, my heart has stayed. He spoke of love, yet couldn’t see The aching storm that lived in me. I cried alone through endless night, While he slept soundly, lost in light. What kind of love just walks away— While one is torn, the other stays?...

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They all say "It'll be alright.” "You’ll get a job, save yourself—save your family." "Trust the process,"— that’s the song we’re all singing. But deep down, no one knows the struggle. No one sees the nights we lie awake thinking, or the doubts we've carved inside ourselves. Do they even know how hard it is just to hold it together? Sometimes, we think of going out— drinking the...

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A man once asked me, in the middle of a drifting conversation, “How long do you sleep in a day— if you ever sleep at all?” I looked at him, searching for a polite reply but found none that fit the weight of his question. So I simply said, “I do sleep— just like any normal soul.” But deep inside, I wondered— what does normal sleep even...

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While I was out walking one sunny day. I turned into the forest, and I lost my way. It was dark and cold. I soon felt a chill. Next, I heard a sound that made me feel ill. I went from full sunlight and having much fun. To a canopy of trees that now blocked the sun. What followed next was...

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In the darkness, a voice cries out, a shattering scream in the midnight hour. Trust turned to ash, shattered and raw, beneath the weight of an unwanted power. Hands that should heal become claws that tear, and silence grows louder in the air. A soul splintered, seeking the dawn— to rise again, though battered and worn....

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**Being in the Moment** My mother believed in prayers more than my father did. My father preferred to tackle his problems with a flask of white rum, while I believed in the importance of being present in the moment. There are hidden compartments within us, my poetic friends. "Being in the moment" can serve as a...

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No name no echo only blood flowing skin without edges as you stumble through life the breach within a wound opaque origin before form missing beat when you believe you feel a hollow in the bones uncreated the body before the body....

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Inspired by Ronnie James Dio song "Rainbow in the dark". ............................................ Again, shadows dance tonight—     this time, a grim tear swims down my cheek         as the light became less dim when the             thunder struck— the cold scolds my hold, and I lost my grip, reminding me I am free, like the lightning. But morning light fades into the dark;     the night has totally...

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The only thing worse than getting lost in the dark, is getting lost in the light you’ve mistaken for your own reflection. A window says “see through.” A mirror says “see you.” And this life… It’ll getcha if you start reflecting. The serpent? He works in a mirror factory. A place where every thought bounces off another, until the original feeling can’t find its...

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Britain Why did they fight for our freedom of speech? when we as a nation are afraid to speak Led by a government that’s corrupt and weak the future for our children looks dark and bleak. What’s happened to this great nation of ours? Once so powerful, now it’s us who carry the scars more concerned with...

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When you don't know what to do. Call out to God, He will respond to you. I was having a very hard time. Anxious thoughts had consumed my mind. Clouds of darkness had surrounded me. The light of joy I could no longer see. Everything around me was the color of gray. I just couldn't seem to enjoy my day. Hands would perspire...

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What is more painful than pain? It’s the anxiety of pain that is to come The pain of a needle being injected is nothing In front of trypanophobia The pain of poverty, failure is nothing In front of the phobia that is to come What if I won’t succeed, What if i am not working in right direction...

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Dedicated to Stuart A. Staples I want to break someone's little finger In three places Give me strings on a hollow wooden body Crumpled suits and apprehension The warbler, the jongleur The slur, the trill, the quaver I can only serenade in that way Without drop z tuning Barmonies and mashed taters Send in the French horn Alone in the living room The air conditioner remote...

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I'M A UNSUCCESSFUL PERSON, WHO CANT EVEN TAKE STAND FOR HERSELF. I'M A QUITE PERSON, WITH THOUSANDS OF THOUGHT RUNNING, IN MY MIND. I'M A TOUGH PERSON, WITH FULL OF EMOTIONS BEATING, MY HEART FAST. I'M THE FACE OF HAPPY PERSON, WITH UNHAAPY FEEL, MAKING ME HURT. I'M STRONG PERSON, WEAK FROM INSIDE, HIDING MYSELF TO THE WORLD....

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