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Final Goodbye | | ....... too soon. i know this for certain there's no going back. our love affair has fallen, wandering off track. perhaps in a different .......... |
I Am a Survivor | | Surviving the emotional perils of my heart, Pushing through the sea of my tears, From my stormy wave of emotions, I pushed upwards, And gulped a breath of fresh air. Moving through the raging battles of my soul, I defeated the excuses that cloud my mind. I felt the hand of .......... |
The girl in the mirror | | ....... can, but it always seems to be wrong. she freezes up at the word "love", people throw it around too much. her muscles constrict, .......... |
Torment | | Confusion, hatred, held inside A place there is nowhere to hide, Shall take my senses for a ride, Down to deepening hell Once captivated my early soul Now sends me on a hell-bound roll Hoping, waiting; myself a whole- Is dying I cannot speak, I cannot see, I wish .......... |
Chains that Bind | | I am a hostage bound by myself, trapped in a mind all my own. I'm locked in from the outside world and I've thrown away the only key; cannot figure out how to set myself free. My wrists are bleeding out of control; the chains that bind them, created by my soul. A prisoner I am kept, but .......... |
Dead Spirit | | ....... even more the nicer you are the pain hates more no one knows of my sadness pleads i don't want anyone to see see me on my knees .......... |
Hold my Hand | | ....... broken and torn she wishes that she was never born tempered and sad she thinks there is no other way so confused and holds so .......... |
I Surrender | | ....... the imperceptible degree of what i've done..... bittersweet forbidden love.... uninhabitable is the life i have to offer...... .......... |
My Saint of Heart | | ........ the world, only him i can see. he stares in my eyes, from stone turns to sky. love i have fallen, yet i do not know why. |
No One Can Tell | | Tried and true but the heart remains blue eyes hinting thoughts of leaving soon maybe up so high floating with the pale blue moon or down below where the bugs refuse to make room silent sane sun rays can't get through can't break through this haunting cloud of doom pale is .......... | | 1| 2| 3| 4| 5| 6| 7| Next> >> | | Depression Poems: 11-20 of 144 |
“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.”
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Family Poem of the Day
JUBILANT FATHER
His face is like a sun, warms the moon beside him.
She´s grown full; tonight begins the waning.
The tide pulls through her very bones,
her form aches as each wave crests.
The earth pulse, heavy, blood warm within her
Beats new chords, old sun god chants.
"You are the first mother and the last,
all spring flesh has traveled through you."
Aztec plumed and gold beaded,
your priest kneels at the holy alter,
gathers each salt pearl shed, nectar for his sacrament.
You are the temple,
we pilgrims swept through the gates,
bent figures know the scent and petals of your presence,
spread our arms to harvest blossoms,
and your priest, sun struck, kneels beside you.
- CRISTINE McAULIFFE
Quote of the Day
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JUBILANT FATHER
His face is like a sun, warms the moon beside him.
She´s grown full; tonight begins the waning.
The tide pulls through her very bones,
her form aches as each wave crests.
The earth pulse, heavy, blood warm within her
Beats new chords, old sun god chants.
"You are the first mother and the last,
all spring flesh has traveled through you."
Aztec plumed and gold beaded,
your priest kneels at the holy alter,
gathers each salt pearl shed, nectar for his sacrament.
You are the temple,
we pilgrims swept through the gates,
bent figures know the scent and petals of your presence,
spread our arms to harvest blossoms,
and your priest, sun struck, kneels beside you.
- CRISTINE McAULIFFE |
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