Anxiety Poems | Examples of Anxiety Poetry

I'm so tired, don't want to do this anymore. Please just leave, and be sure to close the door. No, I don't want to talk, I want to be left alone. Now who the hell is that? Where's my damn phone? Just what part of go don't you understand? You turn and you leave, and don't come back again. I'm sorry, but it's just been one of those...

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The beast bites the hand taught to feed and stroke its mane the wild creed and lash can't be tamed chained nor retrained hunger defeats any pause each person harbors a beast that they dare not rouse that prowls through their dreams for denial whets their fangs and strokes more intense hunger I know all its words I share its profound dark breaths I walk where it...

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Groundhog Day Same four walls, same aching head, same bitter tea, same empty bread. Same street outside with the sirens loud, same slow shuffle through the same old crowd. Same pointless talk, same hollow smile, same heavy heart that’s not worth the while. Same bed at night where I lie and pray, to wake to a world that ain’t this day. But it’s the...

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Is AI a staunch friend with double face that whispers “I love you, but will replace Do its words capture a thought we just had write it much better; if so, why be mad Its chest of words is much greater by far synonym surplus, its door stands ajar And, by the way, they paint lovely, also Can there be...

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Baby blue, my heart's with you; in the bayou, in the bayou. Gray clouds sailed, right on through; now I'm back with you, back with you. All my black moods, turned blue; all because of you, because of you. I sing the blues, all back in tune; with something new, something new. Those blues they aren't so, bluesy blue;...

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torrents of tears flowed when he saw a sea dragon beached dehydrated for he knows that it like him could only shed tears on land the tears were salty welling from bag of sea brine in the ocean's blood he harbored in his body as fluid to bathe his cells he needed to cry but till now tears would not spill weeping on ebb tide to wash moribund...

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party morning and we have ascribed to you your inapprehensible walking ...

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A Name “His name shall be called…” A great statement of His glory. Yet immediately we reason, Let’s compare it to your story. Many problems loom large. Deafening sound takes the stage. Often wronged in the attempts. Your own advice, you are the sage. We’re hard at life, trying To keep...

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As I sit and wonder why, one who dreams, she never cries She always smiles but yet I doubt, That anyone knows what she's smiling about....

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craving to be seen yet stray retort shatters me — my glass mask splinters every piece tilts my face back at angles I can't endure one word in print scalds smoke sears my lingering thoughts blinding tomorrow — fragility weeps like wax from a candle I keep lit still, I sift slivers threading them in songs and verse knowing they might cut to make strangers laugh or cry it's...

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I have a raging storm inside my head. Black as a dog, clouds roll by without end. A warning flash of lightning is my dread Another surge of dark thoughts will descend. I feel deep rumblings start and then I know Relentless raindrops form behind my eyes. Storm clouds within my mind begin to grow And flooded plains of anger start...

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Fender-bender over there, the traffic is awful, ain’t not space left in the lot, that’s such a load of bull, and the punch-in barely works, that’s almost criminal, this is how we all start the day…. The whole server’s on the fritz, I.T. just says reset, I’ve turned if off three times, but it hasn’t worked yet, and the boss is running late yet it’s a safe...

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School was out, setting her free in summer - free to tell friends bye, be lonely and cry. Tears would spill for a best friend of one year who she had learned would in time forget her. Most teens knew same place and faces through school. Military brats do not live that truth. Summer would decide her joy for school's start. Parents...

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fall down, up again — smooth stone skips across the pond each strike rings louder on its own trajectory vaulting bouncing once again bamboo bends in wind its defiance scars its skin but it sways unbowed dancing with rhythm resilient on seesaw swinging wide ride taste ash on my tongue before the fire sets ablaze to embrace failure in bread of my own making kneading loaves for noble rise...

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I’ve never learned the art of a reliable recipe, only the art of guessing who might eat it. I will learn what you love, the way you take your coffee, that you’d rather have mustard on your sandwich, that you prefer your toothpaste tastes like fruit instead of mint. You see, I try too hard. My food can’t be one flavor— that would...

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