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WHAT HAPPENED | | ....... time, cause time is all we had. i'm tired of being hurt, and feeling so sad. there's nothing left to do, but go our own way. the question .......... |
Inner Struggle | | ....... and cannot say. right and wrong, good and bad, can something good make you sad? stay and fight, or run away, no matter what you'll have to .......... |
The Girl | | ....... so bad they cannot see the damage and pains the way they're making her sad they keep it up, day after day it gets harder and harder to .......... |
The Princess & The Knight | | my lady, how fair you are, smiles like the sun, eyes like blue gems, yet there is a sadness about you. oh knight in shining armor, go ride to the .......... |
Young Man | | ....... the scheme of life taking it away is the easiest way to deal with strife it saddens me to no end when yet another man loses yet another .......... |
SUICIDE | | Open your angel eyes wide don’t get lost in the lavender sky shake all the stars from your hair taste your sweet, salty, bitter skin cut the poison from your tongue don’t sleep beneath the candy acid sun please don’t follow the fairy dust Don’t sleep to heavy in your cherry blossom .......... |
Suicide | | suicide this thought comes almost everyday, we have become close friends as we were one in the same. then soon enough it will be the end i cry .......... |
Hold me close | | ....... 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 .......... |
No Wishes Well | | ........ 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. |
Depression | | ....... 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 .......... | | << <Prev 1| 2| 3| 4| 5| 6| 7| 8| 9| 10| Next> >> | | Depression Poems: 41-50 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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