PTSD Poems
#PTSD
PTSD poems, poetry about post-traumatic stress disorder, an anxiety disorder caused by experiencing a distressing event, like combat, a natural disaster, a car accident or an assault. PTSD can cause a sufferer to relive the traumatic event through nightmares and flashbacks, and they may experience feelings of isolation and guilt. PTSD symptoms are often severe enough to have a significant impact on a person’s day-to-day life.
Mrd
Poem Published
27th Apr 2025 10:56pm
27th Apr 2025 10:56pm
Cognitive Test Connecting Dots
poet
ledge
deer
headlights
6 o'clock news
ledge
deer
headlights
6 o'clock news
#disability
#illness
#MentalHealth
#PTSD
#weakness
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Mrd
Poem Published
26th Apr 2025 00:47am
26th Apr 2025 00:47am
Lost in Translation
Mr Yang on the other side
of the curtain speaks no English
but the nurses and aides still try
Do you know where you are, one asks, to which Mr Yang replies,
"$%#4&^^!" The nurse doubles down, slowly and loudly enough to drown out CNN (which I count as a blessing)
DOOO YOOOOUUUU KNOOOOW
WHERRRRE YOUUUU ARRREE???
to which I add beneath my breath, "In the grand scheme of things..."
@@@##@#$#$##$%<=, he says equally slowly, as loudly as his...
of the curtain speaks no English
but the nurses and aides still try
Do you know where you are, one asks, to which Mr Yang replies,
"$%#4&^^!" The nurse doubles down, slowly and loudly enough to drown out CNN (which I count as a blessing)
DOOO YOOOOUUUU KNOOOOW
WHERRRRE YOUUUU ARRREE???
to which I add beneath my breath, "In the grand scheme of things..."
@@@##@#$#$##$%<=, he says equally slowly, as loudly as his...
#disability
#illness
#MentalHealth
#PTSD
#vulnerability
28 reads
3 Comments
Mrd
Poem Published
2nd Apr 2025 8:01pm
2nd Apr 2025 8:01pm
deadlines all around me
2/30
deadlines all around me
deadlines all around me
feral pit bulls of the runaway
psyche off the leash
way out here
in the country
of the lost among us
here where the kkk
resurrected in the 30s
and jesus hit the road
here where the wild dogs
roam with intentions unclear
but problematic
the watchful eye
scans for the nearest tree
an 80 yr old could ...
deadlines all around me
deadlines all around me
feral pit bulls of the runaway
psyche off the leash
way out here
in the country
of the lost among us
here where the kkk
resurrected in the 30s
and jesus hit the road
here where the wild dogs
roam with intentions unclear
but problematic
the watchful eye
scans for the nearest tree
an 80 yr old could ...
#anxiety
#PTSD
#vulnerability
26 reads
6 Comments
Mrd
Poem Published
2nd Apr 2025 6:52am
2nd Apr 2025 6:52am
Penultimate
1/30
Penultimate
this is my penultimate day
my next-to-last
and this poem is wriggling
into existence
one index finger stab
at a time
the mule
aka mobility scooter
this iron beast of burden
is now rouged fire-engine red
with fully charged battery
soon to be loaded
all bulging
like a fat sausage
left in the microwave
too long
my life stuffed
in a sack of camo-skin
strapped in with bungee
...
Penultimate
this is my penultimate day
my next-to-last
and this poem is wriggling
into existence
one index finger stab
at a time
the mule
aka mobility scooter
this iron beast of burden
is now rouged fire-engine red
with fully charged battery
soon to be loaded
all bulging
like a fat sausage
left in the microwave
too long
my life stuffed
in a sack of camo-skin
strapped in with bungee
...
#anxiety
#disability
#MentalHealth #PTSD
#MentalHealth #PTSD
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1 Comment
crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
21st Mar 2025 4:09pm
21st Mar 2025 4:09pm
personalities and predators
lingering in the shadows is who I really am
but that shifts so much I am uncertain
I'll be going to counseling soon
I'm worried I will give a variable of personalities
That hint at me but don't touch
it hurts too much to be touched
my soul doesn't like it
people reaching for you
only to manhandle you
roll their eyes or sigh
I'm not much for talking
my dream of heaven is solitude
where I can dream and create
and only have guests that are invited
flowers and a cottage
no need for a mansion in the clouds...
but that shifts so much I am uncertain
I'll be going to counseling soon
I'm worried I will give a variable of personalities
That hint at me but don't touch
it hurts too much to be touched
my soul doesn't like it
people reaching for you
only to manhandle you
roll their eyes or sigh
I'm not much for talking
my dream of heaven is solitude
where I can dream and create
and only have guests that are invited
flowers and a cottage
no need for a mansion in the clouds...
#MentalHealth
#monsters
#PTSD #spiritual
#PTSD #spiritual
114 reads
13 Comments
WillowsWhimsies
Poem Published
19th Mar 2025 3:10am
19th Mar 2025 3:10am
obstacle course existence
sometimes I wonder
if my life would be simpler
if I could just think more...linear
I watch others move from A to Z
so effortlessly
they look at a thing
& seem to get it first try
while I study it
turn it over & around
flummoxed
until I just put it down
step back & move along
stuck on the struggle bus
never quite able to debark at the right station
I'm convinced they screwed up my ticket
others got a particular destination
& I got the what-the-fuck chaos pass
going in circles over the same...
if my life would be simpler
if I could just think more...linear
I watch others move from A to Z
so effortlessly
they look at a thing
& seem to get it first try
while I study it
turn it over & around
flummoxed
until I just put it down
step back & move along
stuck on the struggle bus
never quite able to debark at the right station
I'm convinced they screwed up my ticket
others got a particular destination
& I got the what-the-fuck chaos pass
going in circles over the same...
#ADHD
#anxiety
#confessional #PTSD
#confessional #PTSD
156 reads
17 Comments
OyateInyanNajin
Poem Published
15th Mar 2025 6:15am
15th Mar 2025 6:15am
SICK, LOST, STRANDED and SLEEPLESS IN LIMA PERU - (due to my Passport being stolen!) (5:56am, 3-5-2025, Lima, Peru)
after this
my by now
third
sleepless night
of restless
insomnia
sick lost
stranded
and sleepless
here
way down
south
in lima peru
when this
sudden
unexpected
thought question
spontaneously arose
to occur
in me here
for me
to consider
in which
i quietly ...
my by now
third
sleepless night
of restless
insomnia
sick lost
stranded
and sleepless
here
way down
south
in lima peru
when this
sudden
unexpected
thought question
spontaneously arose
to occur
in me here
for me
to consider
in which
i quietly ...
#anxiety
#disability
#illness
#insomnia
#PTSD
82 reads
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Lady_Hades333
Poem Published
11th Mar 2025 6:04pm
11th Mar 2025 6:04pm
Lost & Found
Sitting at the table
Gambling with my soul
Shitty cards between my fingers
Body growing old
Length of the days begin to shrink ...
I need one of them
Because of how I think
The screams inside the darkness
Are bone shattering and shrill
This descent into the madness
Is a fucking thrill
Swimming in the endless sea
It Cuts and burns like glass on fire
Time is ticking , fleeting
Getting down to the wire
Bottles line the beach
Pieces sting like razor blades
But The shore is always out of...
Gambling with my soul
Shitty cards between my fingers
Body growing old
Length of the days begin to shrink ...
I need one of them
Because of how I think
The screams inside the darkness
Are bone shattering and shrill
This descent into the madness
Is a fucking thrill
Swimming in the endless sea
It Cuts and burns like glass on fire
Time is ticking , fleeting
Getting down to the wire
Bottles line the beach
Pieces sting like razor blades
But The shore is always out of...
#anxiety
#depression
#MentalHealth #PTSD
#MentalHealth #PTSD
84 reads
1 Comment
gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
Poem Published
5th Mar 2025 6:57pm
5th Mar 2025 6:57pm
Gone
Gone into the distant thoughts of others
when I am no more than a memory.
Vanished into the clay of the earth,
gone I'll be into that distant memory.
When my voice dies with me,
gone I'll be as words in a sob story.
Gone into the imagination of others
where they recall only the best of me.
Vanished to into the nothingness,
gone I'll be into that memory.
When my hand dies with me,
gone I'll be from the pen for eternity.
when I am no more than a memory.
Vanished into the clay of the earth,
gone I'll be into that distant memory.
When my voice dies with me,
gone I'll be as words in a sob story.
Gone into the imagination of others
where they recall only the best of me.
Vanished to into the nothingness,
gone I'll be into that memory.
When my hand dies with me,
gone I'll be from the pen for eternity.
#bipolar
#depression
#MentalHealth
#PTSD
#suicide
217 reads
2 Comments
moony_
Poem Published
19th Feb 2025 3:51am
19th Feb 2025 3:51am
Glass of Water
Water fountain
Spitting out hot water
Third degree burns
Cover my arm
How long have I had these wounds?
Was the water always this hot?
Spitting out hot water
Third degree burns
Cover my arm
How long have I had these wounds?
Was the water always this hot?
#emotions
#PTSD
93 reads
1 Comment
ChloesPoeticInk
Poem Published
6th Feb 2025 1:05pm
6th Feb 2025 1:05pm
29 Days
It’s been 29 days—
29 mornings where I wake up
without shame choking my breath,
without a hangover pressing against my skull
like a cruel reminder of failure.
But God, I miss it sometimes—
the numbness,
the soft erasure of everything
that hurt too much to carry.
It calls to me still,
a gentle voice with sharp teeth.
"Come back," it whispers.
"You know I’ll hold you better
than hope ever could."
And I almost believe it.
Almost.
Because there are nights
when...
29 mornings where I wake up
without shame choking my breath,
without a hangover pressing against my skull
like a cruel reminder of failure.
But God, I miss it sometimes—
the numbness,
the soft erasure of everything
that hurt too much to carry.
It calls to me still,
a gentle voice with sharp teeth.
"Come back," it whispers.
"You know I’ll hold you better
than hope ever could."
And I almost believe it.
Almost.
Because there are nights
when...
#addiction
#anxiety
#bipolar
#depression
#PTSD
100 reads
2 Comments
mea_ultima_verba
Poem Published
22nd Jan 2025 7:00pm
22nd Jan 2025 7:00pm
ill tell you my sins save my tears plz (everyone's disapproval she giggled at a funeral that day she knew she was ill)
#LifeStruggles
#MentalHealth
#PTSD #suicide
#PTSD #suicide
80 reads
0 Comments
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