The Depression Poems - Poems about The Depression

Inertia is a crawling, grappling feeling. With eyes. And the eyes do nothing. Neither his or mine. Inertia is mine. A glass feeling. Attempting to do things. Just peeling away instead. Inertia. A feeling of depression. And if you challenge it? It darts away. Inertia churns. Tumbles. Then your eyelashes peel apart. Nothing anymore. Inertia is someone… Who...

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I am the voice Of the first breath upon this land. I am Aboriginal — And I have wept since 1788. When they came, With boots that crushed our soil, And eyes that did not see us As human. They called us beasts Because we danced with the wind, Because our skin kissed the sun, Because we spoke to the rivers And the stars knew our names. They...

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Where do I stand When presented with a choice Transported by a full force That lands me in a false chance Yet, I stand. Breaking the shackles That held me in my ankles So tight like a buckle Wrapped in my knuckles Yet, I stand. What is given is a Token The heart that bleeds is broken The life that fades is taken Certain thoughts can't be...

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A quiet handshake— now just dust on the breeze falls, names fade with the dusk....

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When heart breaks and bleeds under the sharp knife, Cut and crushed feelings blame the storm of life. When mind forgets the joy of the daybreak, forlorn eyes spend the night in tears and ache. But firm faith fights the hardest blows of pain, to triumph over the arrows of rain....

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She wakes up in the morning with a bright smile, Not knowing what sleep is - just a word spoken around. So many voices echo in her ears saying "end it all," Fighting battles sometimes she can't even recall. She will always be more than enough, Even when things get tough. Socialising is her greatest enemy, Leaps through storms just to find...

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I think a lot in my head I wish I could just go to bed Blinded by thoughts and emotions The seas of thunder and errosion The crickets seep into the ears Blinded by the emotional tears My brain is exhausted and toasting My head spinning like it’s roasting These thoughts I can’t stop Accelerating to the...

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There’s this voice that echoes inside of me,in the pit of my soul He has long sharp nails, with which he tears down the walls of my heart,peice by piece Every time my foot steps on the grass, greener than the day before He pulls me down into the Earth And I am submerged into the sea Filled with...

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Once upon a time in a faraway land There was an old man, who had forgotten how to speak His eyes would stare into the sky, void of any emotion, His scars turned wrinkles narrated an untold story His hands, never steady, always counting Sometimes in the middle of the day, he would scream But no sound would escape his mouth,...

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With bloody hands, rusty hair and a dammed soul I walked out ,stepping on the rotten meat As my lungs struggled to breathe down the fragrance of the crime that I had committed Blue and white lights flashed my eyes And a bullet pierced through my cranium Punishing me for the crimes I had not committed, My lips...

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There are arches and doorknobs I feel with my hands but, instead of pushing through, around and round i meander clueless, my head in a cloud caught up in the darkness I coddle to the point of despair and delusion. AP: Honorable Mention 2025...

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Alcohol to numb the pains. Cigarettes to taste something other than hate. Sex to escape the constant loud voices in my head. Makeup to hide the broken girl inside. So put together, so stylish, so grown up and mature. Little did they know that girl was always manic, depressed, and anxious....

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Do you remember how it felt? Do you know what it feels like to feel worthless, not enough, to question love? Do you remember not knowing how love was supposed to look because what you thought was love was completely shattered. No more two in one bed, no more two in one place. No more...

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Cancer, a six-letter word that doesn’t mean much to most people. Then the word suddenly has more power than a shot to the chest. You think, am I still breathing? You go to the bathroom to try to pull yourself together, to share the pain with someone else. As the phone rings, you think you...

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To keep my words from falling apart, I need the blood that leaves my heart. I chose to stay and face the pain, so it won’t feel so strange again. I wrote the will to still remain, to give my empty words a name. I gave my body, left it bare— was that enough to make them care? I closed my throat, I...

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