Poems about Depression

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Clara Hudson
In the garden of despair, even the most delicate hopes blossom under the tender care of patience and perseverance. - Clara Hudson
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Table of contents
Under Gray Skies (The Weight of Clouds)
The Silent Battle (A Quiet Struggle)
Midnight's Mind (The Nightly Grips)
Veil of Silence (The Unspoken Abyss)
Drowning Echoes (The Deep Descent)
Fragile Glass (The Delicate Balance)
Ghosts of The Mind (The Haunting Whisper)
Tidal Waves (The Overwhelming Surge)
The Grey Veil (The Obscuring Mist)

Under Gray Skies (The Weight of Clouds)

Under gray skies, hearts heavily weigh,

A canvas of gray, colors betray.

Clouds of despair, over hearts lay,

Obscuring light, causing souls to sway,

A dense fog, night replacing day.

With every breath, a storm brews,

A tempest of thoughts, mind stews.

Rain of sorrow, drenching life's hues,

The world obscured, in grayish hues,

A landscape of melancholy, spirits subdue.

Hope's flame flickers in cold winds,

A struggle to ignite, as night descends.

Each gust, a message of despair sends,

Amidst gray skies, heart barely fends,

Seeking color as depression descends.

Yet amidst clouds, a silver lining,

A hint of light, through gray shining.

A crack in gloom, slowly defining,

A spark of hope, in dark pining,

A promise of colors, in gray lining.

Gray skies might stretch endless above,

Yet, beneath, hearts beat with love.

Fighting storms, courage they prove,

In gray's midst, colorful dreams move,

A resilience against gray, spirits prove.

The Silent Battle (A Quiet Struggle)

In silent rooms, battles loudly rage,

A war with shadows, emotions engage.

Depression, an unyielding, quiet cage,

Heart's voice, muted on life’s stage,

A silent scream, in dark page.

An invisible weight, shoulders bear,

Each moment, a struggle to clear.

Amidst the silence, unseen tears,

A quiet cry, that nobody hears,

A haunting melody, of silent fears.

In stillness, tumult storms within,

A battle against darkness, hope to win.

Seeking light, in gloom's thick skin,

A desperate yearning, for peace to spin,

A quiet plea, amidst loud din.

Yet within silence, a heart beats strong,

Against the darkness, it belongs.

A silent warrior, fighting along,

Seeking rays of hope, in night long,

A resilience, quiet yet strong.

With time, silence might reveal,

Hearts healing, beneath quiet’s veil.

In stillness, courage does sail,

A journey from dark to pale,

A hopeful whisper, against night’s gale.

Midnight's Mind (The Nightly Grips)

When night descends, mind starts to wander,

Into abyss of thoughts, it ponders.

The grip of dark, soul squanders,

A descent into gloom, heart flounders,

In midnight's grasp, spirit founders.

The moon casts shadows long and deep,

Amidst the quiet, fears creep.

The darkness whispers, stealing sleep,

In the mind, sorrows seep,

A nightly dive, into dark steep.

Each star, a glimmer of hope fleeting,

Amidst the night, heart beating.

Seeking dawn, the dark retreating,

A desperate wish, for dark’s defeating,

In night’s grip, hope entreating.

But stars twinkle amidst the black,

A reminder of light, amidst lack.

Against dark's tide, courage stack,

A hopeful ray, on night’s track,

A glimmer of dawn, in dark's crack.

With dawn, dark’s spell may lift,

A chance for soul, through clouds to sift.

Amidst dark’s hold, spirits shift,

Towards the light, souls drift,

A gentle escape, through dark's rift.

Veil of Silence (The Unspoken Abyss)

 

A veil of silence, heavy descends,

Words lost, in dark it blends.

The abyss whispers, a cold extends,

Unyielding shadows, mind’s calm rends,

A quiet battle, the soul defends.

 

The veil thickens with each thought,

A maze of gloom, the mind sought.

In silence, fears are fought,

Hidden battles, yet courage brought,

A stoic face, emotion sought.

 

Amidst the veil, a flicker of light,

A whisper of hope, in endless night.

Against the silence, spirits fight,

Seeking dawn in dark’s spite,

A quiet strength, amidst fright.

 

With time, veil may fray,

Words of hope, carve a way.

Silence breaks at the light of day,

From gloom’s grip, minds sway,

A whisper of freedom, in the gray.

 

The veil lifts, slowly, sure,

In its wake, resilience pure.

Words break free, a healing lure,

Silence now holds a promise, cure,

A path from darkness, hearts assure.

Drowning Echoes (The Deep Descent)

 

In mind’s deep waters, echoes drown,

A descent into gloom, spirits frown.

Each thought, a weight pulling down,

In ocean of sorrow, hopes town,

A relentless tide, emotions brown.

 

The echoes ripple through the deep,

An endless fall, into dark steep.

Against the current, a struggle to keep,

Afloat amidst the waves, sorrows seep,

A haunting melody, in mind’s keep.

 

Yet amidst the deep, a glimmer,

A hint of hope, a distant shimmer.

Against the dark, a soft glimmer,

A possibility of light, growing dimmer,

A struggle to surface, hope’s glimmer.

 

With time, echoes might fade,

In still waters, peace may wade.

The relentless tide, slowly jade,

A surface calm, in light bathed,

A release from gloom, hope paid.

 

From depths, a rise to surface,

A slow ascend, courage’s grace.

Against the echoes, a hopeful pace,

Emerging from gloom, a tender space,

A gentle rise, from dark’s embrace.

Fragile Glass (The Delicate Balance)

Life like glass, delicate, fragile,

A balance on edge, a tough trial.

Each moment, a cautious travail,

A fear of shatter, hearts assail,

In tender balance, emotions pale.

Through glass, world appears obscure,

A distorted view, reality’s lure.

A fear of break, hearts endure,

A silent strain, minds assure,

A delicate dance, souls insure.

Amidst the glass, reflections of past,

Shadows of sorrow, long shadows cast.

A fear of fracture, ever vast,

In fragile balance, hopes amassed,

A cautious step, in gloom outlast.

Yet glass holds a silent strength,

Against life’s strain, it extends length.

A subtle resilience, of unseen strength,

Amidst the fragile, hope presents,

A sturdy hold, in sorrow’s drench.

With time, glass may grow strong,

Resilience built, amidst life’s throng.

A dance with fragile, a hopeful song,

Amidst the delicate, souls belong,

A stronger stand, as time prolongs.

Ghosts of The Mind (The Haunting Whisper)

Haunted halls of mind, ghosts roam,

A quiet whisper, gloom's steady home.

Unseen specters, through thoughts they comb,

Amidst the dark, spirits loam,

A haunting dance, in gloom roam.

Each ghost, a tale of despair,

A whispering woe, in cold air.

In haunted thoughts, souls ensnare,

A chilling hold, hearts bare,

A phantom grip, hard to tear.

Amidst the haunting, a struggle fierce,

Against the ghosts, hearts pierce.

Seeking light, the gloom to pierce,

A desperate hope, through ghosts veer,

A quiet courage, in fright appear.

With time, ghosts may fade,

Their haunting whispers, slowly jade.

Amidst the quiet, hope wade,

A gentle light, through dark made,

A calming peace, on mind laid.

Ghosts of mind, a haunting lore,

Yet amidst whispers, spirits soar.

A dance with phantoms, gloom bore,

A light found, in dark's core,

A resilience built, forevermore.

Tidal Waves (The Overwhelming Surge)

Tidal waves of gloom, hearts besiege,

An overwhelming surge, joy's besiege.

Each wave, a heavy league,

A relentless pour, spirits fatigue,

A drowning hold, dark's intrigue.

Amidst the tide, a struggle to stand,

Against the waves, a trembling hand.

In the surging gloom, hearts land,

A desperate fight, on sorrow's strand,

A battling heart, in gloom expand.

Yet amidst the surge, a hope floats,

A buoy in dark, on gloom boats.

Against the tide, resilience denotes,

A glimmer of escape, on despair gloats,

A hopeful fight, through waves dotes.

With time, waves may ebb,

A calming sea, sorrow's web.

Amidst the quiet, hearts ebb,

A peaceful shore, from gloom ebb,

A release from tide, hope's web.

The waves recede, leaving serene shore,

A newfound peace, in heart's core.

A gentle calm, gloom bore,

A light found, in dark’s lore,

A resilience built, forevermore.

The Grey Veil (The Obscuring Mist)

Through grey veil, world appears bleak,

A thick mist, joy’s peak.

Obscuring light, the gloom speak,

A quiet drain, spirits weak,

In grey’s hold, hearts seek.

The mist thickens with each woe,

A suffocating grey, spirits low.

Amidst the veil, despair grow,

A stifling hold, on hearts throw,

A daunting veil, sorrow’s show.

Amidst the grey, a hopeful glance,

A desperate plea, for light’s chance.

Against the veil, hearts dance,

Seeking color in grey’s expanse,

A hopeful heart, in gloom’s lance.

With time, mist may lift,

Revealing colors, a soul’s gift.

From grey’s grasp, spirits drift,

Towards the light, hearts lift,

A newfound joy, through grey sift.

The grey veil, a daunting shade,

Yet amidst gloom, hope made.

A dance with grey, courage displayed,

A light found, in dark's glade,

A strength in gloom, forever laid.

PUBLISHED: Sep 22, 2023
Written By
Clara Hudson
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