Depression Poetry Quotes

#1. A chord that becomes a melodious delusion,
In polar discrepancy from blue to yellow painted,
In yellow I existed, with digoxin's deadly illusion,
Like Van Gogh's stars in a bright night untainted.

Selina A. Mahmood

#2. I want to sleep in the oven
because I just burn in the bed.

Casey Renee Kiser

#3. A young man is afraid of his demon and puts his hand over the demon's mouth sometimes and speaks for him. And the things the young man says are very rarely poetry.

D.H. Lawrence

#4. From my chair i can see the street and it seems depressing

Brandon Scott Gorrell

#5. Why is it that all those who have become eminent in philosophy, politics, poetry, or the arts are clearly of an atrabilious temperament and some of them to such an extent as to be affected by diseases caused by black bile?

Aristotle.

#6. And must I then, indeed, Pain, live with you
all through my life?-sharing my fire, my bed,
Sharing-oh, worst of all things!-the same head?-
And, when I feed myself, feeding you too?

Edna St. Vincent Millay

#7. It ... whatever 'it' is, has swallowed me and I lie here in the pit of its cold dark stomach being eaten alive by its bile and I ... I don't even know if I want to be saved.

Kellie Elmore

#8. Play a Death March for me

T. Grassan

#9. Every pain, addiction, anguish, longing, depression, anger or fear
is an orphaned part of us
seeking joy,
some disowned shadow
wanting to return
to the light
and home
of ourselves.

Jacob Nordby

#10. Not a day passes when the eagle of dark depression doesn't take flight in my soul, said Sunay, infusing his words with mysterious pride. But I cannot catch myself. So hold yourself in. All's well that ends well.

Orhan Pamuk

#11. We're in the business of melancholia
and we are married to our work.

Casey Renee Kiser

#12. Pain
Waves are the sea's white daughters,
And raindrops the children of rain,
But why for my shimmering body
Have I a mother like Pain?
Night is the mother of stars,
And wind the mother of foam
The world is brimming with beauty,
But I must stay at home.

Sara Teasdale

#13. Traveling down a road of self-destruction
With no room for any reconstruction

Jessica-Lynn Barbour

#14. I am a work in progress.

Violet Yates

#15. I have not the slightest pretension to call my verses poetry; I write now and then for no other purpose than to relieve depression or to improve my English.

Alfred Nobel

#16. When you told me I didn't love you
I simply thought how would you know
For I remembered the spaces between your fingers
And the crease between your eyes
How dare you tell me
I never thought of you as mine.

Sara Jones

#17. I don't feel strong anymore
I feel like falling to my knees.
Things aren't the way they were before,
They're not the way they're supposed to be.

Atarah L. Poling

#18. You're only as good as your next thought of yourself.

Curtis Tyrone Jones

#19. While pensive poets painful vigils keep,
Sleepless themselves, to give their readers sleep.

Alexander Pope

#20. Starving artist: starving for affection, starving for attention

Jessica-Lynn Barbour

#21. The first time I saw her,
Everything in my head went quiet.

Neil Hilborn

#22. I'm falling apart, one part after another. Falling down on the world like snow. Half of me is already on the ground, watching from below.

Ashly Lorenzana

#23. Bells ringing with no sound
Laughter with no voice
Happiness lost without being found
Making love with no noise

T. Grassan

#24. The monsters were never
under my bed.
Because the monsters
were inside my head.


I fear no monsters,
for no monsters I see.
Because all this time
the monster has been me.

Nikita Gill

#25. I yearn to make these scars disappear
And to forget about the past.
To throw away all of my fears
And to be happy at last.

Atarah L. Poling

#26. Oh, precious losing streak,
you're too cute for your own good.
I try to laugh about it
but my face is made of wood.

Casey Renee Kiser

#27. The red washing
down the bathtub
can't change the color of the sea
at all.

Derrick Brown

#28. Maybe tranquility is the dirt under my nails. I know it's there but I never feel like digging it out.

Casey Renee Kiser

#29. Maybe I should stop while I'm ahead

Nay, I swim with sea-demons

no sweet summer tuned radio

over my sunless desertscape

how does it burn without the sun?

Moonshine Noire

#30. You're only as good as you're next thought of yourself.

Curtis Tyrone Jones

#31. You can't quell depression by making love. But we tried. But we tried, oh, we did.

Yrsa Daley-Ward

#32. Rebuke

Obstinate regression
bringing untold paths
of deep dark foreboding
depression...

Muse

#33. Depression/The assassin inside me

HastyWords

#34. Love me
get lost in me
but beware
side effects include
a lot of shivering, baby
a lot of drinking, maybe
a lot of sinking, baby

Casey Renee Kiser

#35. Depression is being colorblind and constantly told how colorful the world is.

Atticus Poetry

#36. What we have now, shall never be again. The poets of the past sit in amazement of the wanna-be's of an era long gone.

T. Grassan