"There's no way that moving in with your parents is a sign that you life is on track."
- Jerry Seinfeld
Depression Poems
“Depression
is nourished by a lifetime of ungrieved and unforgiven hurts.”
Is a depression quote that sings so true. Like
sad poems, we have our favorite
songs or literature that we read or listen to overcome our
depression. The daily stressors of life are overwhelming for
everyone at times. Depression poetry can be the inspiration
needed to move forward when all other resources have been
exasperated. Writing your way out of depression often times is
the antidote to allowing it to take over your life. Depression
poems are an avenue for one to freely express what their
emotions have long been wanting to express from their soul.
Depression poems allow one to introspect
and let emotions flow through pen and paper. Sadness from
lost love or
death of a loved one can hinder
resilience and ability to handle with daily stressors because of
depression. Such poetry can help break one free from
depression’s shackles.
In teen life
there is many lost love and
sad love and one will find
teen life poems, affected by depression, where it challenges
their creativity and tends to go within one’s self. In doing so
one begins to question everything.
Sad teen poems that speak of life’s struggles allow them to
introspect and let their emotions flow.
Depression poems can break away
isolationist feelings and help one self to conquer their mixed
emotions. Such emotions that can grasp a person and cripple
every aspect of their life, depression poetry can aid the mind
and help better understand what the source of the melancholy is
coming from.
Depression can paralyze and drain us, making it a very real and dangerous illness. Depression is not easily described when there are so many forms that can ale us. In every aspect of life, depression may challenge our lives. There is so much going on in this world that it becomes too overwhelming with stress and struggles life, seemingly generously gives us. Statistics say that approximately 18.8 million America adults are affected by clinical depression this year. So how can one deal with the overwhelming effects of betrayal, loneliness, and everyday aggravations in life, along with many other forms of depression? Depression eventually will distract us from our daily activities, leaving the allusion of being alone, even when there is a world of people around going about their own life’s trials. Poetry has been ranked as a top form of therapy and is an avenue for the seemingly impervious emotions, eagerly wanting a way out to relieve us of the burdens we hold.
“Depression is a confused and hopeless state that drives people to desperate lengths. All I can say is don’t be afraid to talk about it and try to be open if others are trying to reach out.”
Depression Poem of the Day
SADNESS
Dear ghosts, dear presences, O my dear parents,
Why were you so sad on porches, whispering?
What great melancholies were loosed among our swings!
As before a storm one hears the leaves whispering
And marks each small change in the atmosphere,
So was it then to overhear and to fear.
But all things then were oracle and secret.
Remember the night when, lost, returning, we turned back
Confused, and our headlights singled out the fox?
Our thoughts went with it then, turning and turning back
With the same terror, into the deep thicket
Beside the highway, at home in the dark thicket.
I say the wood within is the dark wood,
Or wound no torn shirt can entirely bandage,
But the sad hand returns to it in secret
Repeatedly, encouraging the bandage
To speak of that other world we might have borne,
The lost world buried before it could be born.
Burchfield describes the pinched white souls of violets
Frothing the mouth of a derelict old mine
Just as an evil August night comes down,
All umber, but for one smudge of dusky carmine.
It is the sky of a peculiar sadness—
The other side perhaps of some rare gladness.
What is it to be happy, after all? Think
Of the first small joys. Think of how our parents
Would whistle as they packed for the long summers,
Or, busy about the usual tasks of parents,
Smile down at us suddenly for some secret reason,
Or simply smile, not needing any reason.
But even in the summers we remember
The forest had its eyes, the sea its voices,
And there were roads no map would ever master,
Lost roads and moonless nights and ancient voices—
And night crept down with an awful slowness toward the water;
And there were lanterns once, doubled in the water.
Sadness has its own beauty, of course. Toward dusk,
Let us say, the river darkens and look bruised,
And we stand looking out at it through rain.
It is as if life itself were somehow bruised
And tender at this hour; and a few tears commence.
Not that they are but that they feel immense.
....... close and don’t let go;
these wars i fight no one knows.
now whisper how you love me,
say it tender and softly.
i am weary and soon will ..........
....... close and don’t let go;
these wars i fight no one knows.
now whisper how you love me,
say it tender and softly.
i am weary and soon will ..........
........ to shatter windows
that look out on nowhere
this is not life
if i'm already dead
my bleeding heart stopped beating
and tears i no longer shed.
....... and bright blue eyes
was how my secret safely slept
i did good hiding the depression
locked in my room while i wept
i was invisible to my ..........
....... and bright blue eyes
was how my secret safely slept
i did good hiding the depression
locked in my room while i wept
i was invisible to my ..........
you know depression is ready to set in
when you wake up hating the life you have created within
look into the sun filled sky
let the warmth deeply ..........
