Does anyone know any good depression poems?

Question

I need to write an original poem and my topic is DEPRESSION...
I dont know how to start it...

can someone help me?!?!?

like pros and cons of depression

Answer 1

I can offer you a narrative poem entitled The Awakening. The poem has been published in several places and deals with the idea that for many of us depression is a learned form of behavior. We develop an adverse reaction to hope about some aspect of our lives by experiencing repeated trauma associated with that aspect. For some of us, it's our emotional life, for others its school, for others its employment, medical issues, etc.

For many of us, dealing with depression becomes a matter of identifying the issue that brings on depression and deliberately exposing yourself to it to learn a different way to respond to the situation. For myself, depression is related to isolation and one of the reasons I respond to questions on Answers is to break down the isolation.

Assuming you know about Pavlov's dog, picture what would have happend if Pavlov had kicked his dog every time the dog was offered food. The dog would eventually either stave to death or eat Pavlov.

Paradoxically, for those of us who have learned despair, we thrive when the events around us drive others to panic and inaction. We've come to expect life to be horrible, so we end up leading others through the darkness. In short, for us living in darkness becomes the norm.

Another place to find more information on depression is the National Alliance for the Mentally Ill (NAMI) and their website is www.nami.org.

Best of hope to both of us.

The Awakening
by D. J. Lachance

Someone gave me a gift the other day; an empty cornucopia. Gathered around a dreamgiver's circle in seaweed-scented sand, my people were in great need, and no longer able to give. We asked the dreamgiver for help and were sent to dream; each waking with keys in our hands.

Gathering again, we found a large box in the midst of the circle, and but one key opened it. Inside was another box, and another key was found to be its mate. Each opened a box which lay further within, until the last key was turned. Inside the smallest box lay the cornucopia.

All fell silent, for the dreamgiver was gone, and we could not see which of us should heft the mystery, or had the right to speak of what was needed.

Lots were cast, and the sun and moon chased each other across the sky many times while each of us in turn rose from the circle, raised our hopes with the cornucopia, and received nothing in return.

The circle remained unbroken, but not those who had joined it, for the winds we had set loose brought us only to despair.

We diminished, and I became alone; empty boxes, my only company.

The dreamgiver returned, and asked me to raise the cornucopia once again. I rose with mockery in my eyes, and but for lack of all the keys, would have returned it to where it had been found as I started to leave the circle; hoping to never dream again.

The dreamgiver held me back, and told me that the cornucopia only gave what it was empowered to give. For us, it was a time when nothing was possible, though we held
all possibilities in our hands. Only out of emptiness can creation come.

Faded and enslaved by shattered and dying dreams, we had learned to expect only disappointment when anything hopeful came into our lives. Thus, 'twas what we had
learned of hope that had brought us to despair, but what has been learned can be unlearned.

It was lonely. So I raised the cornucopia again and spoke of the need to undo what had been done.

The End

Answer 2

I have been suffering from post partum depression for the past one year when I gave birth to a baby boy. I couldn't stop thinking about how my husband loves him more than me and how things might be better if he wasn't born at all. Thus, I stayed away from him because I knew that I might do something I will regret for the rest of my life.

Almost instantly I went to a therapist and convince them that I need help. Among other things, I've tried herbal supplements and other book to treat depression but nothing works like the Depression Free Method. So now I'm proud to say I'm one of the happiest mother in the world. My husband loves us both very much and I thank the Lord for the blessing he gave us.

Depression Free Method?

Answer 3

Sylvia Plath

Richard Corey by Edwin Arlington Robinson

Answer 4

A. Check out the psalms in the Christian Bible
B. Read the Ballad of Reading Jail by Oscar Wilde

Answer 5

hmm i can come up with this :


i dont know what to think,
should i slit my rist?
should i go and throw out my fist?

tradgety comes up alot,
and after i faught
very hard.

This is what i recieve
from all those cherished moments?
all you do is drop some hints.
I cant help it
this is turning into bull ****,

suicide is the answer for me,
i got nothing to do anymore,
i feel numb inside
since all i do is cry...



dats all i got

Answer 6

And so the Ark was borne to Zion
Who notes the fate of those who bore it?

To we, its priests, what's shame or pride?
For if the Ark abide,
What matter if we are crowned, or flogged, before it?

-DJP

Answer 7

One of my fav long quotes is from author Neil Gaiman @ www.thinkexist.com under the phrase that begins "have you ever been in love?" its incredibly depressing, yet true (well i believe it to be) good luck:-)

Answer 8

i'll draw you a picture
i'll draw it with a twist
i'll draw it with a razorblade
i'll draw it on my wrist
cut your wrist and ease the pain
a minute of relief is all you'll gain
life is so stupid
hopeless and weak
another cut on my wrist
is all that i seek

Answer 9

Here I sit broken hearted spent a penny and only farted.

Answer 10

anything by Emily Dikinson or Edgar Allen Poe