Anxiety Depression Poems | Examples
These Anxiety Depression poems are examples of Depression poems about Anxiety. These are the best examples of Depression Anxiety poems written by international poets.
Violin player's eyes are starry
beauty like the glitter,
The notes take to dark-ness
strong bones don't wither
deep sea's treasures
blue and color green
inside a pirate's eyes.
Don't confuse the seasons
to chills of the Winter-time,
undecided or believe lies
Not the warmth of Bret hen.
To forgive is to take
away your sole lake
and the ruminations
of this abandoned town,
This too is a sin of pride
and vulnerability
red toxins into splashes,
echoes are deathly sounds
Cracked smashed windows
like the dour of pavements
but the detail is amazing,
unlike a city of simplicity
drones in for a coffee,
but lets shrug off the rest.....
He picks up the instrument....
I cry silently,
My soul has wounds.
My breath pins,
In my chest.
My eyes tired,
Heavy, dry, & red.
My rest brings,
No comfort.
My face is empty,
A person not there.
Lost is my soul,
Wondering within.
Disconnection,
Punishment,
Withdrawal,
Unbearable.
He sat alone as outcast.
Cut himself off all family and friends.
Dark thoughts circling above him.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 2nd place 2026
Some days the world feels two sizes too big
Yet I walk through it like a ghost in my own skin
Nothing dramatic
Nothing loud
An unexpected heaviness settles into my bones
The kind of ache that doesn’t shout
It just whispers getting up will be a battle
Even the small things feel sharp
Light hits wrong no matter where I stand
People ask how I am doing
I give them the version they can hold
The one that won’t make them shift their eyes
The one not prompting a helpful response
Inside it is quieter than it should be
Darker than I ever admit out loud
A place where I try to keep moving
When every step feels like quicksand
Do crowds make you feel unseen?
Wish someone knew your name
What would it feel like to be heard?
Maybe you need break the silence.
You’re mouth makes no sound
Footprints leave no trace
Your heart forgets it’s warmth
No one calls your name
You wander through the crowd
Wrapped within a shroud
No one seems to care
You are a nothing but air.
No pain cuts deeper
Than being unseen
Nothing more crushing
As having no voice.
When walking a busy street
Notice the shadow.
When looking at a sunset
Hear the unspoken words.
See the quiet in the crowd,
Hear words left unspoken
Love begins the moment
We choose to see the shadow ….
I
Had long
Lost my wings
And abandoned
The heavens above,
Living within the earth
To be tread upon until
My bones, my eyes, my heart, wore down -
Forgotten amongst the soil once more.
My discontentment drowns within the mud
And leaves only a gouging longing.
Tell me a story where I can
Open my dirtied wings wide
And take that final leap;
There's no need for graves
Or tombstones when
I already
Dug the
Hole.
No longer does the subtle breeze
Bring relief on searing days
Hidden below the willow trees
Wherever love-thick fades
And leaves bleed
Or with the shadows on the moon’s farside
Along the dark lagoons
Of forever abandons collide
And where no one notices extremes
Swarms of wasp stings
Sluggish are the foothills furthermore
No way into the clouds
Forgotten by them
Love’s tragedy victims
Are hers to spare
The bond of love,
Amoris giver, no longer is seen there
Numb are the empty wells
Tears no longer fall
Dry are the fields
Where she lays her lowered head
Nor do the flames of affection feel
Not even the weeds sway across the fleshy
Fruits that fall for her,
She is anonymous
After all
Darkness swells like salty Black Sea
Ebony moods that tarnish a breeze
Pickled words and a soft sour smile
Really absurd how alone in a crowd
Energy zapped and perspective flawed
Soul feels trapped and sadly lost
Sunny songs traded for songs of moon
Indigo eyes braiding light cursing too
Onyx soul embracing painful feelings
Needing to know there is holy healing
blackness
impacts our days
as dirt beating caskets,
when the thorns of silence
would impale hearts
with fear.
Too hot
Everything feels too heavy.
Suddenly sick to my stomach
Once comfortable clothes are now too tight
Heart is now beating too quickly
Trying to remember how to breathe, it should come naturally
Yet in this moment, it feels like a foreign language.
The will that won't be silenced
They stopped my limbs from walking
I close my eyes
I see myself running field to farm
They cannot catch
The prison cell of poverty
I lift my pen
I pour my vitriol onto page
Riches echo back
They educate my fragile mind
I check my facts
I note that every source of truth
Contamination
They tried to keep my legend low
I fan my flames
I burn their broken records
I write my own page
They tried to silence my freewill
I laugh out loud
I live my life without regret
Fears fade as love wins
It comes without warning,
a gale of damaging demons,
all from within me.
These terror tremors
have no witnesses to view
The winds are relentless,
navigation is reeling.
The next day the sun rises
and this dance will start anew.
I try to stand strong on board,
my friends are a less few.
Titanic waves will continue,
with this thinning of the crop,
it will not stop.
I am now one of the last standing,
with a different dimension,
to ride this wave is to lean the sail windward.
The only salvation is to become another,
an entity that is just a rendition.
The nudging to kill farm livestock off
Is resulting in vetanarians in the U K
Leaving their vital posts.'
No more to add, this government is
Beyond sad.'
This later time in life
I presume nothing;
no longer await with
joyful anticipation nor
fear – a year’s end
seems further out of
reach, focused more
on the moment I can
whittle away. Better
somehow live the present
regardless...reface what
I can – for death has no
future; love~ dimming
as memory.
The older I get the more I grow
It’s apparent to me I do not know
There’s always something to learn
Keep on moving as the world turns
Why are instincts in animals so strong
To thrive and survive and carry on
Yet in some humans who have despair
Suicidal ideation thoughts are there
No one is perfect and minds can be
A source of pain a source of peace
Coloring life’s lenses we silver see
Sifting cleanses setting souls free
Do not forget in your pact with death
You may transfer pain to someone else
You must be certain that you persevere
Despite cherry challenges fuchsia fears
Lift up your spirits with the Holy Ghost
Always near us when we need Him most