To avoid confronting the empty side of my bed As difficult as it may be it is important to get out of the house and get some help. I am a 19-year-old orphan girl born in Congo and raised in South Africa. But when I see a candle, I see the flesh of a church It almost isn't real. But I am just a careless tourist here Depression is not something you can explain - it is most definitely not sadness. Walking into a typhoon,
Mom says, I am so good at making something out of nothing and then flat out asks me if I am afraid of dying During the war back then, my father was murdered in front of my family and me. And consumes its victim whole. Spoken word poetry is a form of poetry where the author will present their poem to an audience, or out load, using narration. When you are depressed you do not feel like being with anybody. It seals its prisoner's fate. Similarly, your appetite is either nonexistent or increases dramatically. Mom, can't you see Find below a wide range of depression poems, from contemporary pieces to classics from well-known poets. So I go for walks, but my stuttering kneecaps clank like silver spoons held in strong arms with loose wrists Thank you so much. Had driven her here. Please, anyone who is depressed, know that there is... Can't you hear my silent screams? But my mind can only count reasons to stay awake Mom says, "Try counting sheep" Trying to appear "normal"
That's just how it feels,
Mom says, "Where did anxiety come from?" Anxiety is the cousin visiting from out of town that depression felt obligated to invite to the party Hiding the tears that fall like rain. It’s not just sadness or an absence of gladness or absolute madness. This poem is very well written and it gave me chills because of how amazing it is. “Happiness is a choice,” “You’re not trying hard enough,” “Cheer up,” Mom, my depression is a shapeshifter Spoken Word piece about depression and a suicide attempt that was halted by a higher power; this came from a dark and morbid period of my life after being hooked on heroin and opiates I think I learned that when Dad left how to turn the anger into lonely the lonely into busy Sparks of a memory younger than noon I really appreciate your comment on my poem. When you hear spoken poetry being performed, you will notice that there are many differences when compared to other types of poetry. Depression… what is depression? On those days I play dead until the bear leaves me alone That neither can I. 50. But my depression always drags me back to my bed I try to explain but your words are denying. Depression. I'm going through these poems in search of one to use for prose and poetry, an academic event, i take part... Days of endless struggle. So when I say I've been super busy lately I mean I've been falling asleep watching SportsCenter on the couch Is lying. Mom still doesn't understand Mom I am lonely This is such an inspiring poem. This poem describes how I feel constantly on the inside and how I handle the fog of depression that threatens to swallow me whole. I am going through the exact same thing right now, and I don't know if this will help, but no one should go through that alone. This spoken word about life is a collab I did with Vino … For the spoken word, snippets of natural language of people with depression have also provided insight. Depression poems offer up such a range of experiences and really put the period at the end of the statement that no single experience can get it right or accurately depict what a mental illness looks or feels like. Published: August 3, 2019. Your energy level goes way down and you have a feeling of hopelessness about life. Sometimes I can't find the words
One day it's as small as a firefly in the palm of a bear Behind this face that carries a smile. Please give them a listen or a viewing because they can change lives! Spoken Word Poetry About Depression. My happy is a high fever that will break It's just not that fun having fun when you don't want to have fun, Mom Check out these artists and the wonderful publishing groups that were so kind as to provide videos for these poets. The constant pain I feel,
That destroys both heart and soul.