Poems about Depression

Poems about depression and overcoming depression.


A wild depression
Has stolen away the hope
Which he claimed as his only friend
Here on earth.
Alas who will now flash
A rainbow of hope
Across his heart
Sunk deep?

Sri Chinmoy


Infant Sorrow


My mother groaned, my father wept:
Into the dangerous world I leapt,
Helpless, naked, piping loud,
Like a fiend hid in a cloud.

Struggling in my father’s hands,
Striving against my swaddling bands,
Bound and weary, I thought best
To sulk upon my mother’s breast.

– William Blake – from Songs of Experience

April is the cruellest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.
Winter kept us warm, covering
Earth in forgetful snow, feeding
A little life with dried tubers.
Summer surprised us, coming over the Starnbergersee
With a shower of rain; we stopped in the colonnade,
And went on in sunlight, into the Hofgarten
And drank coffee, and talked for an hour.
Bin gar keine Russin, stamm’ aus Litauen, echt deutsch.
And when we were children, staying at the arch-duke’s,
My cousin’s, he took me out on a sled,
And I was frightened. He said, Marie,
Marie, hold on tight. And down we went.
In the mountains, there you feel free.
I read, much of the night, and go south in the winter.

– T.S. Eliot The Wasteland

Why am I always so depressed?
Mans life is like the morning mushrooms.
Who can bear, in a few dozen years,
To see new friends and old all gone away?
Thinking of this I am filled with sadness,
A sadness I can hardly endure.
What shall I do? Say, what shall I do?
Take this old body home and hide it in the mountains!

– Hanshan