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.
GothicDeadRose
Poem Published
23rd Apr 2019 11:42am
23rd Apr 2019 11:42am
The Love of The Beauty
There once was a beauty dressed in dark
She lived in ice cold lands adorned in snow
And her voice when she sang was like that of a lark
And there was a man that loved her so
And she loved him back
The man’s soul she could see was sensitive
And the help she could offer was limited
It was as if the more help she offered him more pain was caused
So away she stayed from the man and paused
But she thought about her choice through
The beauty went back to him and forgiveness he gave
But felt he was to blame
He felt he caused...
She lived in ice cold lands adorned in snow
And her voice when she sang was like that of a lark
And there was a man that loved her so
And she loved him back
The man’s soul she could see was sensitive
And the help she could offer was limited
It was as if the more help she offered him more pain was caused
So away she stayed from the man and paused
But she thought about her choice through
The beauty went back to him and forgiveness he gave
But felt he was to blame
He felt he caused...
#love
#PTSD
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OyateInyanNajin
Poem Published
14th Apr 2019 00:47am
14th Apr 2019 00:47am
SAND SPILL (12-29-05, noon, East Beach, Galveston Island, Texas)
all the countless
wasted moments
of so much
wasted time
within so many
wasted days
collectively combined
add up perhaps
into so many
wasted years
of so much
wasted life
or so it sometimes
feels or seems
where so many
wasted thoughts
combined with
internalized emotions
gave birth
to even more
wasted words
and consequential
choices
which too often
resulted
in even more
wasted love
that in turn
would usually
spawn and trigger
old and new ...
wasted moments
of so much
wasted time
within so many
wasted days
collectively combined
add up perhaps
into so many
wasted years
of so much
wasted life
or so it sometimes
feels or seems
where so many
wasted thoughts
combined with
internalized emotions
gave birth
to even more
wasted words
and consequential
choices
which too often
resulted
in even more
wasted love
that in turn
would usually
spawn and trigger
old and new ...
#anxiety
#MentalHealth
#PTSD
#nightmares
#apathy
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LivDiane
Liv Diane
Liv Diane
Poem Published
17th Mar 2019 2:41am
17th Mar 2019 2:41am
If Ever The Chance
Would you have held me close?
As we rocked forward and back?
Would you have stolen a punch,
For their hands around my neck?
Would you have steeled my soul,
As I doubted my self-worth?
Would you have chased them down?
To the ends of the earth?
Would we have burned down their homes,
For the atrocities they did to me?
Would you blame their mothers?
For treating me so horribly?
Would we ruin their families,
With talk of how they held me down?
Would you have led the party,
Until these...
As we rocked forward and back?
Would you have stolen a punch,
For their hands around my neck?
Would you have steeled my soul,
As I doubted my self-worth?
Would you have chased them down?
To the ends of the earth?
Would we have burned down their homes,
For the atrocities they did to me?
Would you blame their mothers?
For treating me so horribly?
Would we ruin their families,
With talk of how they held me down?
Would you have led the party,
Until these...
#dark
#abuse
#evil
#PTSD
#revenge
98 reads
14 Comments
LivDiane
Liv Diane
Liv Diane
Poem Published
12th Mar 2019 3:27am
12th Mar 2019 3:27am
My Song
Stepped into the area under false pretenses
I didnt know it then, but I would need defenses
My cousin had me out, searching for her drunk ass
I didnt know it then, but this would become "my past"
My phone had just died when you grabbed hold
The room was dark, but you weren't very old
There's two people here, three including me
I reached out to steady myself, but I could barely see
Someone grabbed my throat, into the wall I went
Just a second passed and then I was on the bed ...
I didnt know it then, but I would need defenses
My cousin had me out, searching for her drunk ass
I didnt know it then, but this would become "my past"
My phone had just died when you grabbed hold
The room was dark, but you weren't very old
There's two people here, three including me
I reached out to steady myself, but I could barely see
Someone grabbed my throat, into the wall I went
Just a second passed and then I was on the bed ...
#abuse
#LifeStruggles
#PTSD #tragedy
#PTSD #tragedy
67 reads
7 Comments
Ahavati
Poem Published
8th Mar 2019 00:38am
8th Mar 2019 00:38am
Life at War ( after Denise Levertov )
To compensate for my father’s
muted choice, I turned to poetry—
backpacks of word folded
precisely as parachutes.
Bullets from a magazine
shell-shocked my faculties—
ricocheted off the metal floor
of a downed chopper in ‘Nam.
Levertov referenced Rilke—
formless lumps he carried about;
the irony, or not
referencing her raw dough:
pebbles that plague memory
decades after the same war:
Rilke’s bitterness, Levertov’s weight
both buried mines in my...
muted choice, I turned to poetry—
backpacks of word folded
precisely as parachutes.
Bullets from a magazine
shell-shocked my faculties—
ricocheted off the metal floor
of a downed chopper in ‘Nam.
Levertov referenced Rilke—
formless lumps he carried about;
the irony, or not
referencing her raw dough:
pebbles that plague memory
decades after the same war:
Rilke’s bitterness, Levertov’s weight
both buried mines in my...
#soldiers
#war
#LifeAsAWriter
#PTSD
#DeniseLevertov
186 reads
10 Comments
Mysteria27
Poem Published
13th Feb 2019 8:44pm
13th Feb 2019 8:44pm
Flashbacks Of Pain
Flashbacks that consume my core
Feelings of deep sorrow
These images are filled with gore
Hoping I'll feel better tomorrow
Nobody could really ever understand
The pain that happened over there
This was never really planned
Only God listens to my prayers
Though I feel totally insane
Medicine blurs my mind
Although it helps numb my pain
My pain causes me to feel blind
My mind goes over those days
I just cannot rest you see
So much pain in many ways
My emotions need to be set free
Feelings of deep sorrow
These images are filled with gore
Hoping I'll feel better tomorrow
Nobody could really ever understand
The pain that happened over there
This was never really planned
Only God listens to my prayers
Though I feel totally insane
Medicine blurs my mind
Although it helps numb my pain
My pain causes me to feel blind
My mind goes over those days
I just cannot rest you see
So much pain in many ways
My emotions need to be set free
#sadness
#anxiety
#depression #PTSD
#depression #PTSD
92 reads
2 Comments
The_Starstruck
Poem Published
24th Jan 2019 11:14pm
24th Jan 2019 11:14pm
A Silent Killer
PTSD is a silent killer
Ripping through your night
Raging through your day
It's 1 am sobbing
And 2 am recovery
It's scream-crying into blankets
As minutes turn to hours
And hours into minutes
It's begging for release with raw throats
And checking the date for the fifth time
Next session can come fast enough
It's joking about old trauma one day
And crippling at the slightest reminder the next
It's sideways glances on a crowded sidewalk
And a thousand thoughts over coffee
It's...
Ripping through your night
Raging through your day
It's 1 am sobbing
And 2 am recovery
It's scream-crying into blankets
As minutes turn to hours
And hours into minutes
It's begging for release with raw throats
And checking the date for the fifth time
Next session can come fast enough
It's joking about old trauma one day
And crippling at the slightest reminder the next
It's sideways glances on a crowded sidewalk
And a thousand thoughts over coffee
It's...
#MentalHealth
#PTSD
#nightmares #disability
#nightmares #disability
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The_Starstruck
Poem Published
24th Jan 2019 8:04am
24th Jan 2019 8:04am
PTSD
Hi
I'm PTSD
You might know me as Shell Shock
Or perhaps Battle Fatigue
You may know me through a friend
Or maybe you know me firsthand
I might keep you up at night
Or maybe I take hold of your day
Waging year-old wars in a young soldiers mind
Ensuring little ones never hold their father's hand
I can't be cured
But looking at your searches, you know that
Go on, try to talk about me
I can seal your lips with belts and gunfire
And every time you visit you therapist I only get worse ...
I'm PTSD
You might know me as Shell Shock
Or perhaps Battle Fatigue
You may know me through a friend
Or maybe you know me firsthand
I might keep you up at night
Or maybe I take hold of your day
Waging year-old wars in a young soldiers mind
Ensuring little ones never hold their father's hand
I can't be cured
But looking at your searches, you know that
Go on, try to talk about me
I can seal your lips with belts and gunfire
And every time you visit you therapist I only get worse ...
#MentalHealth
#PTSD
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0 Comments
Blackwolf
Poem Published
20th Jan 2019 9:34pm
20th Jan 2019 9:34pm
WTF It's No Duck
WTF , It's No Duck ,
It's An Ad , A Bad , Bad , Ad
An Ad In A Box That Makes Me Mad
Mad , Mad , Mad
Dr. Seuss Would Drive A Caboose
Over These Just For Fun
Or Send The Grinch To Get The Job Done
Can Someone Take Care Of These Ads ?
Before We All Go Mad , Mad , Mad ?!
It's An Ad , A Bad , Bad , Ad
An Ad In A Box That Makes Me Mad
Mad , Mad , Mad
Dr. Seuss Would Drive A Caboose
Over These Just For Fun
Or Send The Grinch To Get The Job Done
Can Someone Take Care Of These Ads ?
Before We All Go Mad , Mad , Mad ?!
#anxiety
#MentalHealth
#PTSD
92 reads
6 Comments
shannonJane
Poem Published
28th Dec 2018 3:21pm
28th Dec 2018 3:21pm
Insecure
You are very good at messing with heads and I already half dead.
#anxiety
#scary
#PTSD
89 reads
1 Comment
dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
10th Dec 2018 7:54pm
10th Dec 2018 7:54pm
Too long, Too little, Too less, Too alonesome, Too stupid........(& so on )
( iyam....)
such as it is,it is as such would have it, w h e n
all
has been too much
to think
up
on...................................................fuck thee truth.
n e v e r was anysuch
fuckin'thing
any'way
...
such as it is,it is as such would have it, w h e n
all
has been too much
to think
up
on...................................................fuck thee truth.
n e v e r was anysuch
fuckin'thing
any'way
...
#depression
#men
#MentalHealth
#humankind
#PTSD
91 reads
4 Comments
fightorflight
Disa
Disa
Poem Published
2nd Dec 2018 9:24pm
2nd Dec 2018 9:24pm
Re. Monster Boy
#love
#relationships
#violence
#abuse
#PTSD
266 reads
28 Comments
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