Depressant Poems | Examples

A Sprinkle of Fun

Worry and pain
Wind and rain
Masks and cleaners
A porch with boxes
Movies about dreamers
Still a natural anti-depressant
Above the juicer in the cabinet
Yes wine summons but more for the heart
Dark chocolate beckons
Powders, cookies and bars
And those luscious sprinkles from the stars

Rutilated Quartz

She lies in slumber
pending release,
in Gaia’s womb.
Case of needles;
rutilated quartz,
hair of angels
contrives balance;
administrating pleasure and pain,
essence of yin and yang.

She blesses her own
with self-control,
willpower,
protection...
Mother Nature’s
anti-depressant
miracle;
strength of composition,
she is air and fire.

Adolescent

I may act like a quixotic adolescent,
But at least I’m not a depressant.

I Wanted To Take the Antidepressant

I wanted to take anti-depressant
By mistake I took anti-perspirant. 
Sadly, I'm not  in a cheerful mood,
But, I'm smelling pretty good!

Psychopathy, Nature's Anti Depressant

I am currently in training to be a psychopath.
Don't laugh, a psychopath isn't necessarily bad,
There are many psychopaths out there who are highly functional,
despite not having any conscience at all,
or their inability to feel anything emotional.
Finding my inner psychopath I believe will be my salvation.
One can't feel depressed when one can't feel depression.

Loneliness

I hate being alone with myself

Some people might say that
Being alone affords one the "me" time
That is so important for personal growth

My "me" time is very destructive on my mind and body
It just reminds me of how my life has been
Turned upside down, destroyed by the very people
I've entrusted my heart, soul, and mind to

Loneliness is my silent killer...
It eats away at my mind,
Causing me to revisit the past experiences
That have shaped me to be the person I am today

Loneliness is a depressant.
It makes me aware of the things I have missed out on,
And the things I am missing

Loneliness causes me to make desperate, destructive decisions

Loneliness creates in me hate, anxiety, distrust, numbness of life... 

Loneliness is a silent killer

If you truly have it out for me,
If you want to destroy me...
Leave me... "ALONE".
Yes, you'll get the best of me,
You can stand back and laugh at my crumbling fall.

Loneliness is a silent killer

An assassin of the mind

A murderous beast

I hate being alone with myself

On a Pandita Poem

Are you in blues? Read ''In the Calm of Blue"
The best anti-depressant,is it not true  ?
She churns out ambrosia for the thirsty bards,
Her golden pen is always ready to lead the queens of words.
Her poems bring for us the nectar of divine bliss
Pandita Sanchez, your poems I cannot afford to miss.

Admiration

Could a psychotic psychiatrist mentally diagnose
A schizophrenic person with multiple lows
The first of them having bipolar and stress
The second a depressant who's heads in a mess

How would they treat such an unique human being
With all that's presented, all that their seeing
What drugs could there be that would possibly fix
This medical condition, oh hell what a mix

I truly don't know just what they would do
These people are out there just like me and you
So never I judge for one day I will meet
That psychotic psychiatrist some where in the street.

Medicine

I openly challenge the words
"People aren't medicine."
How can they not be when
You are living proof
They are.
You fixed me better
Than any anti-depressant
Or the many therapy sessions.
You are the only saving 
Grace I ever had.
My ears gently close when the
Peoples' elegant whispers reach them.
"What about when he
Leaves?"
If you leave so be it.
For we all already know, pills won't
Fully fix you. Therapy won't
Fully fix you. But they can
Help you along while you
Learn to fix yourself. Although
When you leave I might not be 
Okay.
I will be on my way.
But as for now, I will love you
And ignore the fact that one
Day you could leave.
Because right now,
You
Are all I ever want.
You
Are my medicine.

Noise

Such a small place, so much noise.

Finding it so hard to maintain my poise.

Somebody save me! Save me from this cacophony.

Treat me with nothing less than a sweet symphony.

It may be a smallville but it definitely needs some order.

I need a noble. Maybe the man from Krypton. A noise bender. Korra?

Silence is far. So far away from me.

I need an alternative. Something more pleasant.

An aural sedative. A composed depressant.

A while ago, I found my cure. I needed a dose of music.

But I tuned into a wrong frequency and now, all I hear is static.

“Hold on”, they said. “Do not panic.”

But they don’t understand my condition. Drugged with mental poison. My neural arsenic.

This concoction of sounds like scrambled beacons.

A shockwave messing up my mind; producing deceptions and cons.

It’s a whole new level and no sign of the end.

Lots of mixed signals. Even Fourier can’t comprehend.

Here’s my last note:

Somebody help me! I need an antidote.

Poetry Stew

Poetry stew.


My poetry stew has ingredients of goo

The ass end of a warm drink

The chaser for an anti depressant capsule

A five o' clock shadow 

A hangover and panic attacks

The tears of a psychiatrist 

Blood from the hands of an ugly poet 

A terrified suicide 

A kiss never sober 

New York City blues and a trip to a toilet after every drink

A friendly goodbye 

A stool at the bar with your faith written all over it

Cum soaked napkins that turn yellow like your dying skin 

Pathetic messages from people who don't know what you've been through 

My fellow punks and beats, modern day philosophers 

A strait jacket that fits

A functioning psychotic 

A poet with messy hair who hates his reflection

Get me out of here 

The lovely taste of a depressed man

Everyone gets a shot 

Everyone gets a taste 

Everyone can have a drink

Enjoy or be sane.

My Pen

My pen bleeds
through ink veins
My pen tells
truth that stains
My pen kills 
hopes and dreams
My pen swims
in malign streams
My pen ignites
flames at night
My pen explodes
like lethal dynamite
My pen swallows
anti-depressant pills
My pen displays
my poetic skills
My pen lives, 
faint hearts cry
My pen dies,
so do I

My Anti Depressant

My anti depressant is Time only,
because I've been down for so long it looks like up to me.

Silence

As I suffer in silence
Depression grows deeper.
Picking my brain as
times get worse.
I'm stuck in this rut,
I can't break free.
The silence grows deeper,
As I suffer in agony.

Those around me,
Don't see my pain.
From one place to another,
My depression sinks in more.

I'm in a trance
That I can't get out of.
My pain is on the inside 
Of my gut...
One more reason to
Lose it all...

My pride takes over.
What pride...I'm depressed.
The prednisone is
Eating me away.
One depressant
And I'm over.

This isn't over.
There's only a few 
More days left.
As my suffering in silence
Lets up.
I will start to break free.
My agony turns to dust,
My depression fades away.
It's the prednisone that
kills me... into 
Depresive pain.

Dreamer's Knife

Dreamer
You've been minus-molded
by big parent media village.
Taught to worship idol's of human teck.
Forgetting who we really are, daily.
Flawed, because they are flawed.
Religious syndron's excepting depressant eyes.
Some rascal's rebel, on the quick.
Pitching the little pink pills.
Like smoke they dull-fade as age hits.
A dreamer is willing to dye, dye constantly.
Joy of the brief point venture.
No obesity feared with whats next, or whats not.
The light is off, and we are all whistling.
Should just Satan and almighty deep-hold.
Come what unknown, and dream-doing.
Don't dim with giving belly-up.
Let go of the moonshine, and cloud nine.
Someone else gave it a name.
Like Nirvana, and the word redemption
All in the inner village.
Dreamer.

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