Depression Poems | Examples of Depression Poetry

Guess who just had a baby Then hearing about another death of a celebrity Say hello to a group of friends But look down and see I’m mute again So Put in my password and username But everyone logs into a different game What? Am I the shadow? Just An upvote, a like? Part of a brand? Yes, please let...

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I can feel it all burning down, the walls I painted in soft colors, the corners I swept clean for company— they crackle in silence. Instead of exploring other ruins, chasing ghosts in forgotten places, I should stop. Sit with the dust in my own lungs. Run my hands along the scorch marks I never let cool. There is wreckage here I never named. I’ve been walking...

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Today, the sadness slid in like fog— not sudden, just there. Heavy without being invited. I sit with it, ashamed, like I’ve broken something sacred by feeling low in the presence of someone so bright. She laughs like clear water, touches my hand like forgiveness— how can I ache when she exists? But the ache doesn't check who I love, only who I am. It loops. A guilt for feeling, a guilt for...

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Depression. Can be flung away. Can stick to any surface. And me. Depression. Could be crammed in. Stammering and tightening. Tearing feelings. Depression. Can sit on the porch for weeks. So you don’t leave for weeks. The groceries dwindle. Depression. The gold metal I carry. Gets rusty. I can hear it. Depression. Could be crammed...

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Roses are red (But not this one) My lust for you is dead...

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I am so unhappy. More than when I wanted to suicide. I recently had a puppy. Life was really is do or die He did nothing, not even an ID. poor little dog lucky little dog in and out like a In beloved memory ambition is a pointed point. one in six maybe one...

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I have nothing to live for. I have nothing to die for. If I die today, it will be nothing If I live today, it will be for nothing...

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Trudging down the same path Present equals past Red clay My problems outlast The runes have been cast Astray A delayed forecast Emotion outcast I failed ...

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The Stubborn Heart” Stubborn as stone, he stands his ground, Words like rivers, he won't let them drown. Eyes set firm, with fire and pride, Even truth must wait till he's tried. He sees threats wherever he may go, Every word—a weapon poised to throw. Sharp as knives, his cold replies, Send chills down spines and truth to lies. He hides his pain, but...

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In midnight's shroud, where shadows writhe, I struggle grasping for someone anything just to get a grip, My head hangs low, beneath sorrow's weight, Tears fall like autumn's rain destroying everything in its wake. The month is cursed, it feels like a darkened tomb, Where shadows once played and a angel was taken to soon. As the memories...

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A boy walks slow through halls of glass, His shadow flickers, thin as grass. Each step a secret, each breath a theft, Of hunger’s war and weightless heft. They whisper when they think he’s gone, “Is he okay? He looks withdrawn.” But laughter fades when backs are turned, And eyes like his are never learned. His plate remains a battlefield— Each bite a blade,...

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I’m reminded of you in everything and everywhere. You’re the coolest thing for the eyes to see. The most beautifully crafted piece in the collection. The harmless object when it’s inside its box. I see you in the sharpness of everything and everywhere. You’re the scariest thing for the heart. The deadliest weapon for the soul. The...

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Sun, your golden hues so breathtaking. Your rays shimmer fearlessly, and your warmth radiates down so fierce. Your rays peek through the grim clouds, brightening all in their way; your warmth wards off the abiding gloom. The grass and flowers await your comforting rays to expel their gloom. Laying in the fields, I await the...

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Manners are the party fancy — Petit goldleaf on the melting pudding, A sticking cream now on your fingers, Immovable for hours. Manners like a lady, Her morning bonnet pinned, Perching, tilting in the wind. That flat earth, mountained at the dome, With feather shores and flower groves, Shiny plastics, false as those at home. Nods and bobs and toothy smiles, Inflections in...

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