Anxiety Poems | Examples

Follow my heart? 11-09-25

“Follow your heart, follow your heart,” they say-
but mine bends with the rain,
is bruised by a passing comment,
strangled by the silence
of an awkward moment.

I circle words on a screen,
reading, re-reading,
overthinking… overthinking…
Until my heart
feels more like a maze
of endless calculation.

I’ve tried, for so long,
to live by that phrase,
yet every word pulls me outward,
into the fog of exaggerated judgement
as if I were the center of all things.
Narcissistic, I know
or just sensitive.

And still, like a bee plunging
into a flower too deep,
I find myself sinking,
cloaked in a pollen-fluff
that never belonged to me.

In Hushes

Mind's minute mirage may muffle,
But biding by blinding brings burns.
Severely she'll sunder, so scuffle,
'Til tomorrow, tomorrow turns.

Turn down your violent rhetoric, America, you’re losing your soul

Turn down your violent rhetoric, America, you’re losing your soul.
Wish I could, but the First Amendment has no volume control.
And what if the violent rhetoric gets dangerously loud?
That’s what the Second Amendment is all about.
So you can offer no hope, no guiding instruction?
Just what Mark Twain saw a long time ago:
Every civilization carries the seeds of its own destruction.

The Pace of Large Prospect in Tea Abbey

A partly cloudy day befalls the stage;
Actors from left to night remain a page.

The Creeper

The Creeper

In sit behind the moon where you can’t see my face
“I wait and watch”

That uneasy feeling in your stomach
“I put that there”

Those haunting sounds in the back room
“Yea, that’s me”

Those shadows crawling across the walls
“Some of my best work”

That anxiety your fighting 
“Pretty good dont you think”

Those images in your mind
“Took me years to master”

Hurry up and go to sleep
“Im ready to come in and play”

Puzzle of the Heart

Though fate appears a riddle yet unsolved,
Its edges blurred, its pieces hid from view,
By Nature’s grace my worldly needs resolved,
Her gifts like morning rain, both rich and true.

Yet in my heart love’s branches twist and break,
A garden bright but strangely bare of bloom;
Misread affections, words we can’t remake,
Bring shadows creeping through my inner room.

Some pattern weaves itself, unseen, unkind,
A cycle spun of silence, doubt, and fear;
And though my cup is full, it leaves behind
An echo where love’s music should appear.

If heaven grants me every other part,
Why must a puzzle still divide my heart?

Broken Link

He recently told me about a rush of dreams
featuring his rapidly approaching end.
Dad comes from a long chain of seers
that has no link to me.

Lost Thoughts

pages of haiku  confetti in the wind

Selfish

Is it selfish 
to want to be myself? 
Even if that self 
doesn’t care as much 
as who I pretend to be? 
 
Is it selfish 
to want help 
even though sometimes 
I don’t want to help others? 
 
Is it selfish 
to be tired of being leaned on 
like a tree holding stones? 
Even if my trunk has bent 
beyond repair? 
 
Am I selfish?

Im not your enemy

So many memories
of when I wasn't the enemy
when you craved just to be next to me
Flashbacks to how your love used to be
Like our future together 
was so easy for you to see
You wanted every part of me
n every night I was the one starring in your dreams
Being close made us both feel so complete
way back when it hurt so bad 
when I had to leave
I close my eyes and can still
feel my heart & souls relief 
these memories now can 
sometimes be hard to conceive 
even more so when I know
how differently Im perceived 
you no longer see what our 
Souls together can achieve 
The doubt thats filled your heart 
has left scars in parts that were
once filled with belief 
Im not your enemy 
but im almost out of energy
I cant compete
with your lost visions of me
thought your love was mine to keep
now I just sit here in complete agony
feeling so damn incomplete
Damn, the irony...

Misgiving

Misgiving

Somewhere between sweet  dreams and nightmares 
I find my true existence
Shades of grey are all I see

Life within the twilight wears heavy on my soul
Disquiet and apprehension my reality

There are no allies in the shadows
I fight the dragon all alone
I love the light but dwell in the dark

Where is my fairy tale my happy ever after
I feel the dusk approaching It’s calling out to me

Here I go again

published poet

Published Poet

I wrote a poem 24 years ago,

I have forgotten it now,

but I was paid twenty quids

and my plan was to frame it

for anyone doubt

I was truly a poet,

My wife was sarcastic about this

paltry sum, she didn’t get it

I had joined the rarefied

of a poet who had been paid

for his work.

I do not do poetry comps

anymore,

The excitement of winning was

too overwhelming.

Our Claim to Fame

“death approaches but we have no regret ~
when God questions us, we will stand erect”

When Death resolutely comes
With his deadly summons
Tarry not like a galley slave 
But like a courteous host behave. 

Do not waver and do not droop 
As if you are to be hung on a loop
Never dread lying under the dust
Within the narrow vault thrust.

When God questions us, let us stand erect
Our life should be worthy that we won’t have any regret
Obey God’s command and place Him above all
Love your neighbour with all your heart and soul.

If so, when ousted out of terrestrial space 
We will be enfolded into God’s embrace
Know, it is only when seeds rot
That fresh and florid lives sprout 

When death comes and it’s time to go 
Strut like an indomitable foe
With swinging hands and head held high
To be welcomed by angels of the sky.
 
There will be the music of clanging cymbals
 And the rising rhythm of sounding bells
With all claim, into a kingdom, bright and cheerful
We shall enter, that is far radiant and blissful.

Half A Minute

I race into thick of woods
denying all noise
From a mind rushed by bruised thoughts 
This life how shallow ,
And time becomes my ruler
Dragging me to pits
Of unrelenting wounded strifes
A world without calm.

Our Claim to Fame

Starlight is defamed
comets swallow their own tails
time folds entropy
shadows not now reflected
all applause rendered to void

In the vanishing
I stand stripped of flesh and bone
naked to atone
as a soul in reckoning
for what I've become, not done

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