Anxiety Poems | Examples of Anxiety Poetry

Birthday, Christmas Day, Fourth of July Easter Sunday, Thanksgiving, ain’t gonna lie Holiday, Holy Day, Fifth Monday Every day, all day, not a fun day Each day, every day is Judgement Day Each day, every day is Judgement Day They look at you They weigh you They measure you Any way they can They find you wanting They find you lacking They find you missed the mark Best...

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I didn’t expect this – it came quickly, without warning I couldn’t hide. It left me with no choice – but to go to war, battling the deafening poison, the affliction feeling like the deafening crash thunder raging, pouring out its fury I didn’t ever imagine this would come to be, silencing the courage that I’d once felt, giving my plans a...

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What's a voice that falls upon deaf ears? What's a voice that nobody hears? What's a voice that only lingers in thin air? What's a voice that isn't respected with care? Useless.. Emotionless.. Fears.. Tears... What is that voice now? Prevanescent and lost. ...

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Hi humans, Memo to Earth, For what it's worth, Peace and love are the aim, Never bombs, weapons to maim....

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The horse whinnied, are you alone? He ran off into the light, afraid of the night. Boy what are you doing here? You're far off trail arent you? All the posse is up there, I know all these mountains. He was the lead horse in a wagon train, It was a lot of mountain. He could not climb, his major wanted him to master it. A peak...

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Vileness, art thou video? O vision what to see? Caw for me O carrion crow! Where's the 'I' in 'we'? The god of ancient doorways? Two-faced, give thy reply: "I, Janus, have crossed the maze! How I dare to sigh!" Noted, friend. Are times to end? Back of tomes to bend? Wounded soldiers, on the mend? Attack or defend... Wendigo. You know. I say... Living for today? Macabre dance,...

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Fade into the void, pale and unseen, a whisper of silence, dim murmured echo. Unheard and unremarked, an absent fragment, of drifting haze, that lingers unseen. Fragile, easily shattered, weightless and distant, an obscure hollow, of faint gray dust. Blurred empty thought, foggy and fractured, like an unfelt sigh, flickering invisible in the murk. O veiled shadow of former self, ashen phantom of better days, am I but a fleeting shade, doomed by fate to wilt and...

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I avoid discussing politics and religion. Not because I am indifferent or uninterested, they're both rabbit holes I care to visit but on my own. My polite silence seems no longer sustainable. Too many people prove content to casually wave goodbye to democracy while insanity takes the helm. There's no hiding the direction where things are going and there's no turning back...

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Remembering the frantic little boy with strawberry blond hair who didn't say boo Nonverbal (though he could talk) most of his responses happened to be witnessed as his characteristic and courtesy enigmatic trademark shoulder shrug. If born free and clear today skilled professional diagnosticians employed within the mental health field, would probably unanimously agree he met criteria as high functioning autistic spectrum predicated upon withdrawn and introverted behavior classic...

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CHERRY WAVES HEARTS I CRAVE lust is a battle don't see me waver lust is a savor savoryyyy honey, ur so sweet my delectable treattt coming home with me? no? okkk I never thought it could be this way But now my honey's left me astray She never thought to stay My darling girl has ran away Her name was Vanessa Golden hair to her toes Vanessa, my queen I never gave you...

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I think about my life Trying to understand it’s means When I fall asleep, will it untangle in my dreams? I look out of the window And it’s all a bit surreal, I’m not sure what I’m looking for or how it is I feel If I hadn’t lived my life this way, What would I have become? If it hadn’t blocked out...

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I keep planting gardens in my wounds, wondering why everything tastes like rust. Maybe I don’t want to heal— maybe I just want prettier scars. Some nights, I mistake my reflection for something I’m supposed to save. It’s not love. It’s recognition. I keep circling the fire because I built it. I don’t miss the pain— I miss having something to blame. I never wanted happiness. I wanted...

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My gosh! Oh how can it be That Jesus suffered and died for me? God the Father sent His only Son Once on the cross the suffering begun Jesus lifted His eyes to the sky In His heart He asked the Father why No answer came, He hadn't a clue When the answer did come Jesus then felt brand new For all were saved...

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Blessed and blasted what a beautiful day Picnic basket lunch for You and me Cone join us Lord, You're always welcome What great company You will be Tell us a story now dear Father Thrill us all just one more time Placed His body in the tomb at noon He was nowhere to be found by nine He is risen, yes the Lord...

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Born from the chaos that welcomed me with a closed fist Eyes open wide with the taste of anxiety upon my lips I tuck myself away deep into my mind Somewhere other than here will be just fine Is it safe to emerge from the depths of my own despair? Or should I dwell a little longer, and ponder, how...

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