Anxious Poems - Poems about 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...

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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...

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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...

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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....

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

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“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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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....

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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...

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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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Poems should just land on a page sometimes If I were an artist, I wouldn't be a careful one Today I'd throw paint at a room sized canvas Roll in it, maybe bite the edges... maybe not bite But I want to get out all this anxiety, expel it Decide I care about nothing... for a moment I fluctuate...

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