Anxious Poems

I THINK I'M SINKING

I think I’m sinking not in waves
just slowly fading through my days.
No cries for help, no open wounds
just silence sitting in my head.

I smile enough to not alarm
I laugh enough to hide the harm.
But underneath, it’s getting hard
to carry pieces cracked and scarred.

I wake, I go to work, I wear my face
the one that fits

Anxious

Wondering why Eternal God wants me to know poetry
Poetry is easy yet seriously difficult
Want it easily to be understood by all
Not all people knows Poetry

It is difficult to understand
Some people think that poetry is Rhyming
Some people think that poetry is complicated
Yet difficult to understand

Poetry is therapeutic 
Makes us release our emotions
Sad
Wanting to teach poetry

Don’t know

Anxious Seas

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To My Children, Be Anxious For Nothing Trust God!

I give thanks to the Lord,
Because he cares for me. 
His love, I can never ever deny,

Through His Son Jesus, 
I have been set free.
That day on the cross he died. 

Problems will come,
But I will not fear,
Because I know just where to turn. 

I wanted to tell it to you my kids.
Of one event

23-4-2025

I take heed of what I’m too scared to admit, 
Keep stepping on, 
Sometimes you just take the lead and head on into the darkest abyss. 
Focus hard on what it is that you miss, 
Make time for yourself, 
Sometimes you’ve gotta remind yourself that you exist. 
Take heed of what you transmit, 
Cantankerous,
Cancerous, 
Make

Anxious

It fills my head,
wherever I go.
It consumes my mind,
and my thoughts get blurry.
The voices start,
they can’t stop.
I start to overthink,
I can’t focus on anything else.
I force a laugh,
but inside I’m screaming.
I can’t live with this.
I want it to stop.

Anxious Ears in a Frozen World

Written: March 15, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Sara Jama

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Lost in the frozen haze of a bygone era.
are recoupable if you can.
climb out of the haze of despair, 
Beyond the places where I walk and linger,
I often feel grumpy—
anxious and ready to leave.
I have become accustomed to a

Plain Girl

“Why are you friends with someone like her when you could be friends with popular people?”

Someone like her.
Someone who doesn’t stand out
Not with looks
Not with personality

Plain girl doesn’t talk to boys
She doesn’t wear makeup or buy the right clothes
She spends her free time doing homework or writing poetry

If she's beautiful, it’s the kind nobody sees
At

spring'z anxious vision

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            i pluck the bud
               i latch to it
                 it's tight
   

Lockdown

Lockdown. 
Lockdown. 
Lockdown. 
We’re all huddled in a corner, eyes squeezed tight. 
The lights are all off, we’re deprived of the light. 
Maybe if I keep my eyes closed it will all go away. 
There is so much fear that words can’t even convey. 
Lockdown. 
Lockdown. 
Lockdown. 
My heart is pounding in my chest, my

You Don't Want Me

You don’t want me.
I’m broken and bruised
I’m a web of ugly scars from my healing
I’m a fraud
I’m a jittery, anxious idiot who can’t stop thinking
I’m the friend that always dampens the mood
I’m a product of my racing heart and mind colliding
I’m someone who feels such heaviness but can’t cry
I spend every second trying to please

Anxious in the Dark

I'm afraid of the dark
The cold blackness
Restrains me in it's grip
As shadows play with my mind.

I can't breathe
But it's my breathing
That breaks the silence
Echoing in my ears.

I can't move
Fear has me frozen 
My legs shaking 
My heart pounding.

I'm sweating 
It drips down my back 
My eyes searching 
Straining to see.

I'm all alone 
I can't run
I

Anxious

It fills my head,
wherever I go.
It consumes my mind,
and my thoughts get blurry.
The voices start,
they can’t stop.
I start to overthink,
I can’t focus on anything else.
I force a laugh,
but inside I’m screaming.
I can’t live with this.
I want it to stop.

Love

What is love? A feeling? An emotion? An act of? A word?
It was always something that I've heard
But the more I hear it, it sounds absurd 
Living in a world of inhumane
Sometimes I think that I'm insane 
Nobody wants to take accountability nor the blame
But constantly out looking for fame
And for what, to show the

Mirage

Why is nothing permanent?
The friendships i’ve lost and the self respect that's slowly diminishing into dust
Tiny, miniscule dust
It fades away after a day or two
I act like i’ve moved on but no one has seen
They haven’t seen the true me and I plan to keep it that way.
The true me doesn’t contradict
The true me doesn’t

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