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.
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
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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
133 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
66 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
74 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
175 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
83 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
79 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
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0 Comments
gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
Poem Published
21st Jan 2025 00:30am
21st Jan 2025 00:30am
Prisoner Behind My Eyes
I am a prisoner behind my eyes.
Oh! There is no gatekeeper!
I am trapped forever by psychosis.
And there is no quality of life here within.
My mind is a padded prison cell
where restrained, I throw myself into the walls.
I scream for help, but there is no reply.
I gaze on through my eyes to freedom,
but there is no way to signal for help.
Gazing on over the years helpless,
I’ve grown old and cold towards life.
I don’t feel there is a god to protect me.
Oh! There is no gatekeeper!
I am trapped forever by psychosis.
And there is no quality of life here within.
My mind is a padded prison cell
where restrained, I throw myself into the walls.
I scream for help, but there is no reply.
I gaze on through my eyes to freedom,
but there is no way to signal for help.
Gazing on over the years helpless,
I’ve grown old and cold towards life.
I don’t feel there is a god to protect me.
#FeelingLost
#FeelingTrapped
#MentalHealth
#PTSD
#surreal
206 reads
3 Comments
Paulajobi
Paula Jobi
Paula Jobi
Poem Published
11th Jan 2025 10:20pm
11th Jan 2025 10:20pm
Toilet trouble
I knew i was short on TP...
thought it was just a quick wee!
Didn't know what to do...
when a burst of poo poo...
Surprised both my pee pee and me!
thought it was just a quick wee!
Didn't know what to do...
when a burst of poo poo...
Surprised both my pee pee and me!
#anxiety
#PTSD
132 reads
5 Comments
Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
8th Jan 2025 1:56pm
8th Jan 2025 1:56pm
Negativity of a troll
What would make a troll be filled with negativity vibes, that will affect you in ways that makes no sense what so ever. TO try to force there negativity upon someone else, who doesn't deal with individuals of that kind of a mind set of nothing. But rhetoric that doesn't do anything but cause, division of separation of the worst kind of mental stimulation, like these often seeing the same acts of the Democrats party. As those who know have seen time and after time. 😞 YET they continue to attack with no regards to the damages, that they costs you in unbearable emotional stress and...
#cancer
#depression
#disability
#illness
#PTSD
129 reads
2 Comments
Paulajobi
Paula Jobi
Paula Jobi
Poem Published
6th Jan 2025 5:58am
6th Jan 2025 5:58am
Bo's Shadow
Bo was 6 yrs old when he made a full body
silhouette in class. He chose black paper and he carefully cut it out and brought it home proudly.
He called it his shadow.
He taped it to his wall near his bed and there it
stayed for 3 years. The longest our mom had ever stayed in any apartment. The building was owned by our extremely perverted aunt. She liked to touch him.
So did our Mom. The entire family was like that. He
secretly told me that he put his soul into his "shadow" to keep it safe from mom, our aunt - the entire family! ...
silhouette in class. He chose black paper and he carefully cut it out and brought it home proudly.
He called it his shadow.
He taped it to his wall near his bed and there it
stayed for 3 years. The longest our mom had ever stayed in any apartment. The building was owned by our extremely perverted aunt. She liked to touch him.
So did our Mom. The entire family was like that. He
secretly told me that he put his soul into his "shadow" to keep it safe from mom, our aunt - the entire family! ...
#abuse
#graveyard
#hate #PTSD
#hate #PTSD
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2 Comments
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