In a world where emotions often find refuge in the written word, short poems about depression stand as poignant testaments to the complexity of human experience. These brief verses encapsulate the profound emotions that individuals grappling with depression may find challenging to express verbally.
Whispers of Desolation
In shadows deep,
where sunlight fades,
A soul entwined,
in dark cascades.
a captive of despair,
In silent screams,
no soul to share.
Beneath the weight of a leaden sky,
A weary spirit learns to sigh.
In echoes of a silent cry,
Canvas of Sorrow
A palette painted in hues of blue,
A canvas stained, emotions true.
The world a blur,
in shades of gray,
A lonely heart,
lost in dismay.
The moonlit dance of twisted thoughts,
A labyrinth where hope is caught.
In silent screams and muted cries,
Depression weaves its somber ties.
Verse of Shadows
Through tear-stained verses,
A ballad sung in muted swirls.
A captive heart in shadows’ trance,
Depression’s waltz, a sorrowful dance.
Beneath the surface, storms reside,
A tempest in the soul,
In depths where joy and sunlight flee,
Depression casts its solemn decree.
A somber symphony,
a soul’s lament,
In darkness dwells,
where shadows rent.
A silent battle,
a war to win.
In the labyrinth of solitude,
Where shadows dance in somber mood.
A heart, a captive to despair,
Whispers of desolation in the air.
Beneath the moon’s cold,
A soul entangled in a haunting maze.
The echoes of laughter long erased,
In the embrace of desolation embraced.
A symphony of silence,
a muted song,
Where joy and hope no longer belong.
The canvas of life painted in shades,
Of sorrow and melancholy cascades.
Through tear-stained verses,
A tapestry of stories,
sorrow holds. In every line,
a silent plea,
To break free from this melancholy sea.
the night persists in its endless weep,
A vigil where restless shadows creep.
The stars above, indifferent eyes,
Witness to the soul’s silent cries.
And so, the dance of darkness goes,
In the depths where despair bestows.
A heart adrift in the sea of gray,
Longing for the dawn of a brighter day.
Symphony of Solitude
In the silent symphony of solitude,
Where echoes of laughter are subdued.
A soul conducts a mournful tune,
Beneath the melancholy, pale moon.
The notes of despair, a haunting song,
Through the verses, they meander along.
A heart’s crescendo in shadows’ embrace,
Lost in the vastness of empty space.
The chords of hope,
once resonant and clear,
Now muted whispers,
too distant to hear.
A ballad of tears,
in the midnight air,
A symphony of solitude,
a soul laid bare.
The rhythm of sorrow,
a relentless beat,
In the silent night,
where pain and shadows meet.
Each stanza a plea,
a desperate cry,
To break free from the depths of the sky.
Yet, the symphony plays on,
in the silence profound,
A soloist lost in a world of no sound.
The heart’s lament, a timeless art,
A composition etched on the canvas of the heart.