"destress" poems
*Star light, star bright,
The first star I see tonight;
I wish I may, I wish I might,
Have the wish I wish tonight*
Star light, Star bright,
Why have you failed me tonight
I wished with all my might
Begging for this wish tonight.
My innocence has washed away
The childish wonder
has lost its luster
fading into the dark night sky
Reality has kicked in
Time to grow up
Can't be the next peter pan
Can't live among the stars any longer.
Children are believing no more
Faries, mermaids, and all the glamour.
Pirates, Treaure, Damsels in destress,
children are forgetting, turning their backs
Those wishing stars have shattered
Falling to Earth like meteors.
Their twinkle has fizzeled out
Their magic blowing away in space.
Sep 15, 2014
Sep 15, 2014 at 12:55 PM UTC
Emptiness
feels like death
nothingness
in your chest
drowning emotion
space explosion
gaps unfilled
yet nothing spilled
*enclosed
alone
no emotion
shown*
just hollow
a shell
living in hell
you follow
*nothing
no interest
no meaning
just destress
unknowing
unidentified
emptiness
nothing inside*
May 11, 2016
May 11, 2016 at 6:36 PM UTC
Tears streak her face
Mind on overload
Needs to destress
What a mess
She wanted happiness
No drama just fun
Turned into a mystery
Filled with mayhem
She tried to calm herself
Yet found not outlet
She needed time
Yet none was allowed
The stress pulled her down
Causing her body to resist
Sooner than later
She ceased to exist
Her kidneys gave out first
then herheart
To late to save her
She welcomed death
Slipped of peacefully in the night
Unwilling or able to put up a fight
Her last words were
I loved You most
I loved your might
Now she is toast
she believes to Your delight
May 21, 2010
May 21, 2010 at 2:28 AM UTC
Everytime,
I put pencil to paper,
I freeze up.
I want to draw,
but ever since I started getting grades on them,
I can't.
I used to draw to get away from my work,
now it is my work.
I used to draw to destress,
now it is the main cause of it.
I just want to be able to doodle again.
Feb 25, 2014
Feb 25, 2014 at 6:28 PM UTC
i'm guilty.
i have the world expecting so much of me
but all i want to do is run.
i'd never claim status as a full blown addict,
but i have an overwhelming urge to go numb.
i know, it's dumb.
silly me, i lost a brother not a son
so it shouldn't be as hard for me.
at least that's what is implied,
what the world makes it seem.
I am supposed to endure my pain
while being strong for dad and mommy.
**** it, fine. I'll be strong this time.
So when you're all feeling fantastic
I'll just destress alone in the backseat
of a car filling discreetly
with carbon monoxide, i'll goto sleep
as it creeps into my lungs slowly.
maybe I'll run off to the carolina's,
with a recently seperated married man.
commit myself to a tragic relationship.
See what ******** drama comes out of it.
Or I could participate in the norm and
go use my insurence cards.
meet a good doctor to
Explain my anxiety's and get a script written up,
.50 Xanex and self adjust my dosages.
float myself into bliss.
It'd be just like old times...
Slow me down enough to see the beauty in it all,
until i run out and have to come back up.
May 17, 2011
May 17, 2011 at 9:23 AM UTC
A quarter of the day has already gone, and if you're still in bed you can't wonder what's wrong with your life.
get up
dress
exercise
destress
impress your neighbours with the grunts and the groans
shake off the shivers as you move them old bones,
I can imagine
and I often do as I stay curled up in bed thinking about you, and if a quarter of the day has gone, there are still three quarters to come,
have some fun and quit worrying.
Sep 16, 2025
Sep 16, 2025 at 12:45 AM UTC
a white pinked pettled flower
that looks much like
a flying duck in destress
is a friend to the yellow leaved flower
though to be sure does not wear a hat
either by choice or design but by decree
because there are terrible anti-hat laws
directed at flowrers, who to some
though not to me, maybe of an oddity
for I am of a mind to believe
if flowers wish to wear hats
by all means they should be permitted to do so
so let them deal with me as they will
for I do not fear them
flower hats and for-get-me-nots
shall be are call
Jun 1, 2013
Jun 1, 2013 at 6:05 PM UTC
Art to me, is a release.
Music keeps the peace when I’m in pieces
I dance to express, not impress
and I write - to destress.
They say poets are either sad or in love
and it’s true, I write poems
about people
who may never even read them.
I write about different stories
and different phases of my life
each one is basically a diary entry
- because this, this is for me.
When I write,
I am honest with myself
it is a form of self-help
it helps me figure out what I feel,
it also helps me heal
I get my emotions out,
and I realize the things
I’m too afraid
to
say
out
loud.
Apr 30, 2018
Apr 30, 2018 at 3:09 PM UTC
i dont know the feeling
when i get all itched up on the inside
maybe im just looking for a place to destress
even if all the feelings are making me hopeless
no, i dont mean to sound suicidle
tho my hand holds the knife that's nearly left with all blood puddle
but i tend to understand
in what this might be
will this ever just pass like the month of october
or when september ends never leaving
a decent address to what it was left
hanging on a cliff
when both ends meet in the air
like a high five left in despair?
Oct 5, 2015
Oct 5, 2015 at 11:12 AM UTC
Your body pumps, beneath my embolded universe.
Makes me fear of the day, that has yet to come, to a final inn.
Don't make me stress, but destress me with the power of wisdom and dignity.
Don't let others fool you by the way they pull you into the sins of darkness and loneliness.
It can get better, I say, don't be afraid to be who you are.
But, love who you are, because no one can tell you otherwise on how you see yourself.
Be kind but don't rewind. That can pull a lot of hazards into one swine.
Don't catch a cold, come beneath my arms, and let me free you from diseases.
Oct 4, 2014
Oct 4, 2014 at 12:45 AM UTC
The one who stands alone
Forgotten by the group
No one ever talks to her
Just about her
Ugly, stupid, dorky
Each word like a knife to her heart
But she never fights back
She never stands up for herself
She is no match for the large group
So instead she waits
A damsel in destress
But her knight never comes
But she waits
And with each passing day
And each harmful word
Her faith shrinks
Maybe he will never come
May 27, 2014
May 27, 2014 at 8:56 PM UTC
1. You would actually be mad at me when I stare at you, and then I'd get my reward; that cute smile you make ((and I can only get it after you noticed that I've been staring at you))
2. You care for me, so much, that even when we're walking together, you made sure I won't accidentally hurt myself ((I noticed that you keep glancing over at me))
3. You always look for me to destress, just by squishing my arms or a hug; both will do it for you.
4. You listen to me very well; when I'm crazy mad or crazy happy or crazy sad
5. You have the ability to make my heart flutter, even with the simplest thing, for example that little peck on my forehead every now and then
6. You looked at me like I am the best thing in your life, with a smile that's never leaving your face and shining eyes
7. You noticed things that I didn't expect you to notice, like the time you wrote me a letter because I wrote letters to my ex-roommates, and you know that I only give things I'd like to receive
8. You have this hot dad *** that I likeeee, like very much. So comfortable.
9. I like it when you laugh so hard. It's not like you are out of breath or anything, but it sounds so sincere, melting my ice cold heart.
10. You are the cutest awkward guy I have ever seen.
11. You love me so easily, as if sliding down glacier or driving at a highway. Effortlessly.
12. You can love me ever so effortlessly but yet I can see you working hard to keep me happy, at all times. I see your effort trying to learn my cultural background, all the jokes you did trying to make me laugh, the food you make me eat because I haven't eaten one whole day or just whatever you could do just to make me a happy girl.
13. I like how you always try to improve when there is something I don’t like you doing. And all that effort, just to make me happy.
14. I like it when you call me beautiful that one time, like all of a sudden, I am shooked to my coreeeee
15. You cute. I love you. With all of my heart.
Jul 5, 2017
Jul 5, 2017 at 8:41 AM UTC
Hold on to your heartbeat
As this might bust a vain
When it comes down to it
We're all pretty much the same
Whether you are black or white
Either straight or gay
Like to stay up late at night
Or get up early in the day
We're all in this together
As we make our way
From damsels in destress
To heroes wearing capes
As you can see when we all bleed
Red's the color that we make
So why not hug it out in love
Instead of pushing away with hate
We all come with the same body
Different sizes, different shapes
Some are done quite naturally
While others are man made
You might live life freely
Or you might be a slave
It all depend on the habits
To which you have caved
But like I mentioned at the start
If your heart did not go bang
That you and I are bound to find
We're all in the same game
The only difference that makes any sense
Is that of woman and man
Otherwise in Gods eyes
We're all pretty much the same
Feb 5, 2018
Feb 5, 2018 at 8:47 AM UTC
I've been sitting here wondering
Conversing with the girls next to me about who they are going to take home tonight
Many of them don't have any cash so I spot them a 20
As any gentleman would do for the herein in destress
Right?
Wrong
These woman are not who they say they are
They've been taking over our brains
Because what you don't know is that they are actually aliens
I hope that they are aliens because at least they would come in peace
I've been thinking a lot about space travel
I want to go away for awhile
Take me to where there are unicorns and griffons and gnomes
A place that is magical
Because as of right now
I don't want to be in the United States of America
Because we can't decide between a women and a corrupt business man
To run our country
What does it matter anyway
Well all die one day and we won't know what's next until we do
So maybe just maybe we should all hold hands and somehow we could break the portal of life and death with our bonds
I am pretty sure that is just wishful thinking
I am going to miss you guys because I know that we are going to grow old and start dying off
That makes me sad
I've been thinking about going off the grid for awhile
Just taking my phone and smashing it into pieces so that my head can seem a little clearly
Because right now I'm really foggy and I don't have a broomstick to knock down all of the cobwebs
I'm sorry this one sounds a bit weird
It's been a rough day
Jun 10, 2016
Jun 10, 2016 at 2:47 AM UTC
I need to move on
I need to leave
I cannot stay in this poisonous sea
knowing you will never return to me
the love I gave away
You treat it like 96pence
and I need someone who will treat it like $100's
like they just won the ******* lotto
and they just dont know how to feel
My love cannot be the the tree that holds you up
when you are carving love notes into every sycamore and pine
Im just plain oak
I cant paint my leaves
and wear the perfume of flowers to keep you with me
you have to want to stay
Because I cant play this game.
I shouldn't need to be
your fall back in love.
The one you keep around to feel good
because I am tired
and if you want me around,
then you better start trying.
If you dont.
Then I will just have to start a fire
because my heart cannot shatter anymore than it already has.
I gave all I could
You were what I lived for
but I realize now,
That I would also **** myself over you.
You are the clay that molds my comedy and tragedy
and I am not some damsel in destress
because Alice
I am mad as ****
These walls of porcelain may be pretty
and I may be as fragile like a china doll
but that dosen't mean I wont fight.
I want to be someones light
who will keep them up at night.
I want to be the one on someones mind.
The person that they will see in the morning and smile for.
But most of all
I want to be loved
So love me or don't
I just need some hope
because I dont want to be hanging on this string
Im not a toy,
or some little boy
Im not going to wait forever.
Love you
I will.
A first love can ****
But I think I can survive the fall
Nov 3, 2014
Nov 3, 2014 at 9:42 PM UTC
Events happened they did their activities
From basketball to hiking to soccer
Via drinking to eating to *******
It was the same as any other job
Time to destress from the stressful job
Even if pushing their bodies to the limit
Hike a five hundred metre peak after shift
Or drink a dozen beers with ***** chasers
Takes the stress of the job away
What is your after work thing
To recover from all those calls
Aug 20, 2024
Aug 20, 2024 at 11:23 PM UTC
I have to much energy senosing me in endless circles. I feel like I'm driving. Mad when I have to much things I can't win or drown in projects that seem to suffocating me.
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 all day and night the pure krystal bottle of ***** brings down the stress and anger
Nov 30, 2016
Nov 30, 2016 at 11:28 AM UTC
Help, Help!!
I lay in bed one and to my ears I hear a scream, Help,Help!!
I wonder if it was a scream of destress or one for fear
I run to the window and saw there a bright light in the sky.
Oh,what could it be i ask , to me
Help, Help, I hear once more then a great roar.
I know I wasn't snoring.
I jumped in my car to see what it was.
All the lights in the night.
When I got close, I did see a roller coaster and people yelling help!
Aug 4, 2014
Aug 4, 2014 at 8:00 PM UTC
All of this is crushing me I can not handle all the stress, or life, of school
I need time to think and to destress.
Oct 5, 2015
Oct 5, 2015 at 4:33 PM UTC
Infinite-minute
I'm kind
Win-for-the-grin
and I'm fine
again-and-again
and I'm why->
No-sin-for-the-sin,
Just.tellin.time.bro
I'm not mine // I'm just ... telling time
[But] No Rolex to-
Destress from the grind (though)
Go bow-flex to-
restring the kind (grow)
Chose to flex -
when Beast step to my mode
Lose no chest -
when leg day (rep) the prime goal
See it, .speak through the sign
Be it, .peek through the vine
so we wrestle with meaning
I ain' seek to not find no-
-ceiling, no scheming, cross beaming,
spreading out the word
Jesus I'm Grateful,
see...
(There's) a test in the word,
a testament ta da verb
faith's meaning , when its heard
grace, yes to what's conferred
Pearls, laced to the curve
[been so perturbed
but blessed is concurred
yes best, is what you deserve]
Eternity~
Free it, leak through the brine
b-B-ee IT
a pixel, but leaks through divine
Su Suh- See-IT
Si ves, expresa la señal *
If you see,
[sing the signal]
Neo, Orphe,
Break the window ...
Aug 12, 2024
Aug 12, 2024 at 11:52 PM UTC
My beliefs do not matter tonight
To believe or not to believe?
This is no time to start a fight.
Faith in love on this silent eve.
I do not celebrate it as the saviors birth
I have nothing against those who do
For me tonight is about family first
Talking about the year we've been through.
I do not say I'm celebrating Christmas
It is not my place to take your holiday.
It is a chance to calm and destress
A time to love and put hate away.
I'm just siezing the opportunity
My family together for their Lord
I come along for peace and unity
I know that love will be assured.
The year gets to be demanding
This is a time to release and relax.
Religious or not, it's outstanding
Serenity of the world off our backs.
So to all I wish you love and happiness,
A silent night free from worry and fear.
May your mind be free from craziness,
full of merry, and have a happy new year.
Dec 24, 2017
Dec 24, 2017 at 9:14 PM UTC
Sometimes I wish I didn't rush into this marriage, like cinderella on her horse-drawn carriage
I wish I had more experiences with other people that I can look back and smile on, instead of a string of bad mempries which I continue to pile on
I wish I could mention a female vaguely without her giving me attitude; it just adds to my seemingly endless ineptitude
I wish I didn't, once again, feel incompetent during *** it started out great but now I can wait until it happens next.
I wish I could please her; I can't even make things easier
I wish I wasn't so lazy so that my goals didn't seems shrouded and hazy.
I wish we were well, and not playing this ****** hand of cards we were dealt.
I wish I didn't secretly hate myself, I'm not very smart, but that's why I don't date myself.
I wish I had a platform on which I could vent. I can't even destress without her getting upset; it feels she's hellbent.
I'm stressed out of my mind and she doesn't make it better, but I wouldn't wish to be with anyone else.
Mar 29, 2017
Mar 29, 2017 at 11:41 AM UTC
I was never the popular girl, the girl with the best hair or best eyes. I was never the girl that boys looked at and thought "wow". I was never the girl in the first or last row of the class. I was never the girl to speak up when she was being picked on. I was never the girl with a ton of friends, who went to parties and got high. No, never. I was the girl who found herself on the outside of the crowds, but let me tell you this, it was beautiful outside not a cloud in sight. My hair was the color of the ocean, the color of a lilac field and freshly cut grass. My eyes were a storm that never ended, the boys never thought "wow", but you know what? Sense when do boys allow a girl to feel beautiful? In class i was always in the middle row because that's where i felt I was in life, stuck in the middle, in the grey. Even though I never spoke up when I was the victim I never once hesitated when it came to someone else in destress. No, I didn't have a ton of friends. But that's okay because with the few I did have, we've made some pretty great memories. Partying? Never been my thing. I was the girl who found herself in lyrics of a song, the girl who read books because loving the boys in them was easier than loving the ones in real life. I was the girl who wrote her every thought down on a piece of paper only to tear it up so no one would know them. And even though I'm not the same girl I used to be...a part of her still lives within me. You never truly outgrow the person you were but you will grow.
May 1, 2017
May 1, 2017 at 12:35 AM UTC
Sometimes I feel
I am no longer writing for myself,
but rather becoming more like an elf.
Working and writing for everyone,
but myself.
I feel the need to keep my followers
entertained consistently and constantly
out of the fear I may lose my audience.
I feel I lost the purpose of my writing,
finding myself writing to the others liking
rather than expressing the voice within me.
For, once writing felt like a destress
but now it seems more of a stress.
I find myself beating my mind,
scraping for ideas,
juicing what's left within me,
to be drained
just to post consistently.
It's important to remember
to put yourself first above others.
To express to your likings and authenticity.
To not lose one self in the muddle of others
demands, voices and likings.
To remember the reason,
why you initially started.
Jul 24, 2019
Jul 24, 2019 at 4:58 PM UTC