Dark Depression Poems | Examples
These Dark Depression poems are examples of Depression poems about Dark. These are the best examples of Depression Dark poems written by international poets.
Death is not the enemy you believe
And death isn't what you should fear
Death we all shall truly desire
For only death makes troubles disappear
Death is not some fancy illusion
Full of smoke and mirrors to deceive
Death offers to relieve your troubles
And will accept all it can receive
With death there's no worries or regrets
Any wrong or mistakes they slip away
They all vanish and bother you no more
There's hardly any cost you must pay
What death offers no one can match
Nothing else can do what death can do
You want peacefulness to fill your life
Isn't the cemetary peaceful to you
What is it that is wrong with me
If you would allow I'll easily explain
There's a monster named depression
That is living inside my brain
A fierce warrior you can't defeat
Against happiness it'll always win
Happiness would be better off
To leave and never return again
Eliminating it's enemy emotions
My depression the last to remain
So that it can build a great kingdom
And live peacefully inside my brain
My depression I promise is loyal
It has sworn to never go away
At last my beautiful depression
I believe has come home to stay in
With each day that passes
My misery continues to grow
Once I could hide it so well
Now it's beginning to show
No longer will it be hidden
Behind some crafty disguise
Or simply be dismissed
With my deceitful lies
It's hard for me to accept
That I'm losing my control
I'm forced to watch and disgust
As my misery kills my soul
I feel I've been depleted
I have nothing left to give
My misery has gained all control
Over this meaningless life I live
sunset tries to set in her eyes,
since the day she slid
down the cracks
of the windowpane
scrambling,
legs
unable to
flip back up.
She can't
maneuver
around,
as concrete
little shards
have
penetrated the nerves
in her back.
She waits out
for the hope
of catching light
one last time,
a dream of
greenery
a hopeful
vision
hearing
birds
whistling....
Mouth dried up,
can't tilt
her head
to the side,
where the rain's
getting in.....
the brown leafs,
rustle on in
keeps her warm
from the howling
winds....
She dies from thirst,
after the thunderstorm,
when it became
first light...
sunset dies in her eyes,
her little left foot,
gives up the struggle.
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....
Darkness
envelopes soul
rising screeching thoughts instilled
missed unseen jagged light escapes
heaviness weighs my heart
There's a reason you chose to hide
Behind the mask that you still wear
You hide all your pain and regret
These things you refuse to share
You feel it's unjust for you
To suffer this life that you live
For a day most would call normal
There's nothing you wouldn't give
Mistakes from a time long ago
Have twisted the hands of your fate
Now every day is suffering
In this life you try orchestrate
You were never shown mercy
Or graced with a second chance
Fate chose to ignore you
Never giving you another glance
Your own life now forces you
To carry a crippling weight
A depression that's so deep
It's impossible to medicate
It could all be over for good
Repeats the voices in your head
They promise nothing can hurt
Once you have become dead
river of anger
blackened dreams remember rage
harvesting illness
I sleep with shadows
hollow dreams of lustful death,
pleasure begets sickness.
Beneath my eyes lies doubt
begging, pleading for grace.
I walk with shadows
consuming objects, life forms, moments–
Illusions of control.
My image dissolves before I do,
my outline fades into absence.
I scream with shadows
giving life to the everlasting eclipse,
our shrouds staining pavements.
Wraiths of darkness rise and scatter
like roots of a dying tree.
I answer to Shadow.
Light brings color and joy.
Looking down at the darkness I cast,
light has no place in my world.
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
No one asks what depression tastes like
It tastes like a rag used to clean blood and vomit.
Overstimulated and numb, draining me like a faucet.
Sleep, wake up, over and over.
Sleep.
Wake up.
What am I doing this for?
Sleep.
Wake up.
My worth wavers in my mind.
My strengths
My weaknesses
Sleep.
Wake up.
There’s a part of me that despises myself
And the other part wants to reject that part.
At the end of the road
If the only thing waiting for me
Is a mountain of mental corpses,
what then
Sleep.
Wake up.
Are you depressed because you’re sad?
Or, are you sad because you’re depressed?
I hate myself.
I despise
myself.
That is the feeling I chose.
Fireflies flicker like falling stars
that hover in a garden thick
with memories of times we spent
beneath a smiling moon.
Oak leaves gently ride the breeze
that softly blows its tender breath
and quickly dries the tears that fall
from sad and misty eyes.
Ghostly sounds of whistles blast
from ships now far away from shore,
their clearly outlined silhouettes
dark against the moonlit sky.
Thoughts congeal, a cold, hard mass
obstructs sweet memories of the past,
replacing them with vivid visions
of our last goodbye.
Eerie calls from gulls above
now echo cries within my heart,
its shallow beating reminiscent
of the pulse of time.
All too soon our love affair
became a part of fate's discards,
forgotten vows now languishing
beneath a distant moon.
Sometimes the messages are subtle.
Sometimes the cues are underground and silent.
Waiting may be too late.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
Everything seems so desperately dark.
Hope is but a mirage that's outdated.
Giving up... easy way out.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
Searching deep in darkened places,
Reaching into vacant spaces,
I touch only shadowy faces….
Where are you?
Empty caves in endless mountains,
Dusty, dry, neglected fountains,
Pathless, groping I move, hoping.
Where are you?
Past songless birds on leafless trees,
Across waveless oceans, and silent
seas, through fumbling nights that
find no day,
I move and try to find my way.