Deep Depression Poems | Examples

These Deep Depression poems are examples of Depression poems about Deep. These are the best examples of Depression Deep poems written by international poets.


Premium MemberDeepest Depression

All I do is either sleep or I cry
And at times I cry in my sleep 
I'm no stranger to depression 
But I've never been in so deep 

I acquired this constant pressure 
As if depression is squeezing my heart 
I'm not sure if I'll survive this divorce 
It's torn my life and my heart apart 

My body and emotions are almost numb
The only thing I can feel is this damn pain
I wake up and I'm already exhausted 
This depression is nothing but a bane

It's stolen my hopes and future dreams 
And it's is holding me against my will
Something has to alter my direction 
My life is next on its list to steal


Premium MemberFreedom Stolen by Emotional Pain

The soul's deep, emotional, wailing pain;
No one sees that it reigned in with sin.
The dire need for this emotional pain
To wane arises again and again.
The evil sin contained refuses to leave its domain.
When will the stalking of this emotional pain finally end?
© Eve Roper  Create an image from this poem.

Premium MemberThe Violin Player's Introduction

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....

Premium MemberMistakes Aftermath

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

Premium MemberThe Wound Is Still Real

They tore the plaster off but the wound was still real.
Infected by this earth of man and with no deal.

They didn’t see the wound grow, cut itself down and so deep. 
The change happened so, so slow until the wound found its own feel.

The mind connected through, tried to fight the cruel wound. A barrier built deep inside, sometimes it wore down to unleash the cruel fool.

They tore the plaster off but the wound is still real.


Premium MemberA Dry Wind -- Paz

Time without you here depresses me so.
Branches hang like ribs of an old shipwreck.
I walk through a quiet wood, calling your name.
Only a dry wind answers, rattling the dead leaves.
The path looks identical when not at the end of it.
I look at my hands and fail to recognize the skin.
The ground beneath me feels like it might give way.
I am a shadow cast by nothing at all.
If you are nowhere, then this is my only home.
I’ll remain until darkness envelops my outline.

Premium MemberSearching

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.

Premium MemberForever

Forever heart keeps its smooth beat
Forever mind thinks on
Thoughts of its never ending wit
Confining the beyond
Forever garden has to grow 
Forever roses bloom 
Forever evening’s afterglow
Enhance the darkened room
Forever poor have no names
Forever truth unfolds
Forever politician blames
Forever people’s faults
Forever soldier cannot die
Forever victims fall
Forever rain adorns the sky
Forever ringtones call
What do we have to do I asked
Forever love of mine
I’m feeling slightly unadvanced
With open hearts and minds
We came, but no one seems to care
Nobody looks at us
What we have lost here, unprepared 
To delve into the past?
With glass of wine we take our seats
The lawn looks dark and vast
Pippa’s blue ball is at your feet
Forever found, at last.

Premium MemberThis Weary Bench

A unfriendly wood, built long ago By unspoken nails, pressing in On spirits who feel the ache, heartbreak Trembling in rhythms, waves Melancholy, grief, the seeds of weeping Prayers who cease to feel relief From the unending protest of a soul Who just doesn’t know – tears still flow

Premium MemberCome and See

It seems with time and age we all grow free,
trading wants away; no need for desire.
I accept what is; what was meant to be,
only ties the tongue and leaves us drier.

With mouthfuls of regret, shaking voices 
paint beautiful truths, all smothered with lies.
Out of habit, we defend our choices
with words and actions meant to hide our eyes.

Awake, I sit before brick and fire 
yearning for a heart finally at peace.
A wake. I sit before brick and fire. 
This chest, an urn, for heartbreak without cease.

How surreal to feel; this heartless me.
Peer to peer, within my eyes; come and see…

Premium MemberForgotten

Marooned, where's a friend? Too blind to notice what's before me. Left behind in a land that's unkind. Only to question. Where is the legacy? I'll find it, marooned, forgotten buried deep inside the walls of a grandfather clock. Chiming its way through the years with no one knowing the secret that sleeps inside. Where is my legacy? It's marooned and forgotten.
*WEJS* *The Musings of a Mind on the Edge*

Premium MemberHEART THORNE

Bitterness within
Agony and Pain
Coldness outward
Hate arises
Settling pause
Trust no more
Peculiar sure
Torture high
Fulfilling why
Love doesn’t live here
Forbidden enter
Thorns cut
Deep down wounds
Surpassed in no return
Broken unspoken words
Outdone
Withered and disguise
Hardened agony
Tightened grip
Emotions destined
Thorne of never heal.

Premium MemberEmbrace The Kingdom’s Void

In the deep, where ancient spirits sleep,
A silent world, a kingdom ravaged, a wasteland. 
Whispers cease, a mile wide ocean of darkness.
A black canvas, where lost souls slumber.
No thoughts nor voice, only shadow remains. 
No sun to guide, no light that burns the sky,
A forgotten past lies quietly beneath kingdom’s edge.
Eternal rest within the black flames, 
In unity, the void sets spirits free. 
No fear nor pain, only mercy and acceptance.
A gentle pull, a comforting embrace,
Resting my heart, in its rightful dark place.
© Seth Pina  Create an image from this poem.

Premium MemberSinking

I’m falling into a pit with no solid ground 
sinking in deep waters and about to drown. 
I’m afraid I will be overcome by the waves, 
my throat aches from calling out to be saved. 

I don’t know where to go or who to turn to. 
I'm hurt and confused and don’t know what to do. 
Just so worn out from all this crying, 
my strength is gone, and I feel like I’m dying. 

I’m crushed and broken like pieces of clay, 
a puff of wind could blow me away. 
My heart feels like it’s been pierced with a blade, 
there’s not much feeling left in me I’m afraid. 

I need someone that can understand 
and come and lend a helping hand 
to maybe put me back together again. 
I must hold myself together and survive until then.

Premium MemberTODAY'S RED BEAST

TODAY'S RED BEAST

1 syllable Trump,
Like 2 syllable Devil:
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