Anxiety Poems & Poems about Stress
#anxiety
Poetry about anxious feelings, stress and anxiety disorders. A glimpse into depths of fear and worry that comes with anxiety. Here you'll find poems describing apprehension about a particular event, along with poetry depicting acute anxiety about all aspects of life.
"Here We Go" ... A Poem written by Big Virge 13/7/2005
(Pt. II)
After the 7/7 bombing ...
This is part of a Trilogy of poems to remind people about
where some of their, " Anti-Islam Rhetoric ", started from ....
(BTW ... I am NOT, Pro-Islam)
Well .....
HERE WE GO ... !!!!!
It didn't ... take long ... !!!
for ... " Political Players " ...
to sing ... " Dud Songs " ... !!!
London's ........
been ... BOMBED ... !!!!!
"It was, The Muslims, all along !"
Excuse me ... Mr. Clarke ...
I think you ... May Be Wrong ... ?!?
The ... "...
After the 7/7 bombing ...
This is part of a Trilogy of poems to remind people about
where some of their, " Anti-Islam Rhetoric ", started from ....
(BTW ... I am NOT, Pro-Islam)
Well .....
HERE WE GO ... !!!!!
It didn't ... take long ... !!!
for ... " Political Players " ...
to sing ... " Dud Songs " ... !!!
London's ........
been ... BOMBED ... !!!!!
"It was, The Muslims, all along !"
Excuse me ... Mr. Clarke ...
I think you ... May Be Wrong ... ?!?
The ... "...
#dark
#religion
#shame
#anxiety
#hate
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Darkness
Shattered in despair
Lost in a world of endless fear
All I can do is stand here
In this world of fear
Waiting for you my dear
When shall you arrive here
The darkness it calls to thee
From somewhere deep withtin me
Come I say
Come to me I pray
What do you say
Wont you stay
Till another day
Lost in a world of endless fear
All I can do is stand here
In this world of fear
Waiting for you my dear
When shall you arrive here
The darkness it calls to thee
From somewhere deep withtin me
Come I say
Come to me I pray
What do you say
Wont you stay
Till another day
#anxiety
#dark
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A Letter To Myself
Depression
Anxiety
OCD
Recovering cutter
Suicidal
Anaemic
I hate my hair
I hate my eyes
I hate my nose
I hate my body
I hate myself
Fat
Ugly
No collarbones
No thigh gap
No motivation
No energy
No friends
“Emo”
“Ugly”
“Fat”
“Suicidal”
“Cutter”
“Bitch”
“Slut”
“Cunt”
“Disgusting”
“Different”
“Kill yourself”
No one cares
You’re not normal
Just kill yourself
No one would notice
You don’t deserve to live
What normal person...
Anxiety
OCD
Recovering cutter
Suicidal
Anaemic
I hate my hair
I hate my eyes
I hate my nose
I hate my body
I hate myself
Fat
Ugly
No collarbones
No thigh gap
No motivation
No energy
No friends
“Emo”
“Ugly”
“Fat”
“Suicidal”
“Cutter”
“Bitch”
“Slut”
“Cunt”
“Disgusting”
“Different”
“Kill yourself”
No one cares
You’re not normal
Just kill yourself
No one would notice
You don’t deserve to live
What normal person...
#anxiety
#depression
#mirror
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Being a hypochondriac
I am a hypochondriac.
I think I have everything.
Truth is I wish I had something.
Depression, anxiety, and psychosis
These are what I truly have.
More is what I want.
I want something more serious.
I am a hypochondriac.
It takes up a lot of my time.
Do I enjoy it?
I enjoy the feeling of having something.
I am a hypochondriac.
" be careful what you wish for."
I've heard it all before.
It doesn't seem to have any effect on me.
I am a hypochondriac .
All I want is some serious disease or virus....
I think I have everything.
Truth is I wish I had something.
Depression, anxiety, and psychosis
These are what I truly have.
More is what I want.
I want something more serious.
I am a hypochondriac.
It takes up a lot of my time.
Do I enjoy it?
I enjoy the feeling of having something.
I am a hypochondriac.
" be careful what you wish for."
I've heard it all before.
It doesn't seem to have any effect on me.
I am a hypochondriac .
All I want is some serious disease or virus....
#anxiety
#depression
#MentalHealth
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I Imagine He Has Come To Rescue Me
I imagine he has come to rescue me.
My ear against the sand hears
The horse's throb. It comes closer.
The dark green forest is ghost-filled nowdays.
I am afraid. I go into the cabin to pack
That which is precious to me: mirror, rouge, and poems
And wait by the door. It will be all right.
I am afraid, but I also anticipate
The ride out of this place, close behind him
And inhaling the odor of the horse
For hours on end.
When he comes, he has this other woman with him.
I think back to the message he sent ahead.
We will be coming it said....
My ear against the sand hears
The horse's throb. It comes closer.
The dark green forest is ghost-filled nowdays.
I am afraid. I go into the cabin to pack
That which is precious to me: mirror, rouge, and poems
And wait by the door. It will be all right.
I am afraid, but I also anticipate
The ride out of this place, close behind him
And inhaling the odor of the horse
For hours on end.
When he comes, he has this other woman with him.
I think back to the message he sent ahead.
We will be coming it said....
#anxiety
#loneliness
#rejection
#horse
#myself
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You Loving Another
O, make me sleep, rather than see you love another,
In a grave infested with monstrous rats;
Or make me jump off a skyscraper; or make me eat
Raw garlic; throw me in a deep dark bottomless hole;
Or lock me in a room with a million man eating ants,
That will devour my flesh,
And leave my bones to rot;
Or let me fall onto a pile of knives
And bleed to death;
Things that, to hear them told, have made me tremble;
And I will do them without fear or doubt
To escape the sight of you loving another.
(format taken from William...
In a grave infested with monstrous rats;
Or make me jump off a skyscraper; or make me eat
Raw garlic; throw me in a deep dark bottomless hole;
Or lock me in a room with a million man eating ants,
That will devour my flesh,
And leave my bones to rot;
Or let me fall onto a pile of knives
And bleed to death;
Things that, to hear them told, have made me tremble;
And I will do them without fear or doubt
To escape the sight of you loving another.
(format taken from William...
#jealousy
#anxiety
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Sucide is not for me but I understand why people choose that fate.. Live love laugh
Sometimes life makes you wanna
Crawl into a ball, hide from all prying
Eyes
Eyes That look into the depths of your soul
Words spoken to you that make
You hate yourself
Thoughts you think you wouldn't tell a soul
The glitter you once where is now dust
From being a hero to losing your mind
Hearing them voices calling you names
Men only wanting your lips around there cock or your breasts in there face
Thoughts of suicide running through your mind everyday
How you could take a razor cut till it takes the place of the...
Crawl into a ball, hide from all prying
Eyes
Eyes That look into the depths of your soul
Words spoken to you that make
You hate yourself
Thoughts you think you wouldn't tell a soul
The glitter you once where is now dust
From being a hero to losing your mind
Hearing them voices calling you names
Men only wanting your lips around there cock or your breasts in there face
Thoughts of suicide running through your mind everyday
How you could take a razor cut till it takes the place of the...
#anxiety
#identity
#suicide
#confessional
#myself
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Tempt
Temptation i can't escape it's sourronds me like the fucking plaque, taken it's toll on me every single day filling my thoughts in every single way, it's like a razor cutting through my skin so deep it hurts but the pain won't set me free, maybe I should just give in n set my mind at ease but will I want more or will it just be a moment of serenity and release.
#anxiety
#depression
#dark
#SelfHarm
#CutUpTechnique
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Anxious Tangents
You look anxious:
Without feet,
Without a mouth,
Without motive to move you,
Without omission to speak.
Tranquil and easy
Is a slumber for a mind’s eye.
To be ignorant is bliss,
To harbour knowledge is resigned.
I trace your hand
With chapped lips;
Upon them both we both have stains,
As we both readily circle the drain,
We are far more eager than borrowed sticks.
Pull me out,
with clumps of hair,
Just dead cells to be refused-
We are but recycled men;
Trash and treasure reused. ...
Without feet,
Without a mouth,
Without motive to move you,
Without omission to speak.
Tranquil and easy
Is a slumber for a mind’s eye.
To be ignorant is bliss,
To harbour knowledge is resigned.
I trace your hand
With chapped lips;
Upon them both we both have stains,
As we both readily circle the drain,
We are far more eager than borrowed sticks.
Pull me out,
with clumps of hair,
Just dead cells to be refused-
We are but recycled men;
Trash and treasure reused. ...
#anxiety
#relationships
#Bukowski
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Like A Demented Bee
your mind is etching
through clean metal
like an engravers apprentice
avid and unsettled
like a bee searching
demented
for pollen
through petals
unable to stop
instinctively
and in battle .
Thinking ahead
of the game
tightening the links
and oiling the chain
emptying all dirty water
down the drain
preparing the ground
for heavy rain
don't worry too much
were just mad
not insane as such
the past was bad
so lets drop the clutch .
#anxiety
#bees
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