Anxiety Poems | Examples of Anxiety Poetry

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You’re wrong. And I wish you’d know it. You’re not the victim, Of some elaborate plan— You’re just wrong. I set my boundaries. I set my rules, I drew a line, In the sand of our relationship, And you crossed it. Over, And over again— You say it was accidental, But if that was an accident, I don’t want to know what you think is purposeful. Choosing delusion over reality, Can’t...

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It’s the work of fate or so we’re made to believe that when trials fall nature had it all planned. But rarely do we pause to ask ourselves Why this? Why me? We make choices and for each choice, a consequence be it a leap or a crawl we must brace for the fall. Question everything. Even nature is a question a challenge we were born to accept....

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His sweet little lies, Dazzling love, wool over eyes, Loved him, I surmise........

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"Open door!" yells he, "Outta way, need a wee!" After piddle, Timeless riddle, "What's for tea?" "Can't chat!' says she,. "Need a wee!" So you and me, Aging bladder to you, "Where's the loo?" Anywhere you go, Wait, soon you'll know!...

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Toxic, intoxicating solitude, With a tantalizing proclivity To slither inch by inch, or suddenly, Back into suffocating loneliness When will I again see my own person Reflected back at me from the abyss? There is a thrill in the uncertainty Of when yellow will finally kill me. My jaundiced skin shivers in raw disgust, Shivering life into dissolution. It kills my blue...

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Too Bright The sun is shining Yes, I see It's shining bright But not for me The birds are chirping Flowers bloom But me, I'm staying in my room The sun is shining This I know But I'm afraid of my own shadow...

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By furnace burnished, and by flames destroyed, A sword is tested, and a mansion razed. Endeavours, fight, and efforts – all are void, To quell a menacing, relentless blaze. But in the midst of all the plaintive cries A glimmer in the desolation glows Ignited passion which can never die Arise! Among the embers my love grows. Alas, confused, to...

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This rope that strangled me so mercilessly, Frayed ends unpicked now, twisted into twine, My Judas noose made into tapestry. Make fruit of these dreaded labours of mine. I could hang pallidly but now instead, I colour this dark world the deepest hues With emerald, amber, ruby, silken threads, Stitched all together with shimmering blues. A...

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In blackest halls, a phosphorescent light Shines forth from darkest depths, a honey glow. Enraged, ignited, I now blinding bright, A magma burning, pyroclastic flow, Torching golden beams to desolation. Enveloping destruction, ash I leave Until it’s done, my wounded heart’s cremation. Now hushed to ember, my healing reprieve. Returned to dormancy I hear it more, The walls that groan after each...

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Reflected grief spat back at me to bear Another load, the double of my own To take and carry, this unholy pair Then tripled, multiplied, beneath I groan. A beast of burden hauling my bloated Carriage, cut into with refracted shards. Whipped for my pain, heavier I’m loaded Pile after pile, the crown a house of cards. I tread...

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Nothing gets worse. Other people. They try to wrap me in a blanket. I was cold. It’s all thawing, and feels feverish and horrible. They learned things. Lessons which are dedicated to kindness. Are cloying. It hurts my lungs. Coughing and trying to laugh through the coughing. Eyes watering. My eyes, their eyes, horrible eyes. Acceptance has...

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This pace I cannot keep up Soon we're going to call it a wrap The more I blink the more agile it gets Every time I breathe, it's on my life I'm placing the bets This dirging song gets louder in my head As I nigh the end I don't know if I'm going to be...

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did you wake today as someone else the one who hides what she can't mend? who once ran wild toward open doors but now just breaks and learns to bend? do you remember how it felt to dream without a second guess? before the noise & before the guilt before survival meant this mess? when did you trade your rest for rush your joy...

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invincibility had been a difficult pastime the flak vest of insecurity and coverups had managed to inflate anxieties and fears to the bursting point of impromptu explosion the festering boil had to be lanced at any cost for resentments anger hurt and self-harm to subside a bullet proof illusion was no longer an option to call it friendly fire...

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