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.
LtDansLegs
Jay.
Jay.
Poem Published
10th Aug 2022 10:46pm
10th Aug 2022 10:46pm
He lives no more.
Sometimes I feel so very lost,
with no more lions to kill.
My soul in winter season’s frost,
the cold is all too real.
A heart stained with the blood I’ve spilled,
filled with secrets unrevealed.
So many nights I thought to pray,
but never found the words to say.
A measure of guilt remains my curse,
until sweet death comes calling.
I see myself absent of worth,
upon my knees I’m crawling.
Each day I’m left to contemplate,
the tragedy by twist of fate,
that faced a boy into a war,
and left a man that...
with no more lions to kill.
My soul in winter season’s frost,
the cold is all too real.
A heart stained with the blood I’ve spilled,
filled with secrets unrevealed.
So many nights I thought to pray,
but never found the words to say.
A measure of guilt remains my curse,
until sweet death comes calling.
I see myself absent of worth,
upon my knees I’m crawling.
Each day I’m left to contemplate,
the tragedy by twist of fate,
that faced a boy into a war,
and left a man that...
#loneliness
#war
#PTSD #emptiness
#PTSD #emptiness
45 reads
2 Comments
Mark_Parsons
Mark Parsons
Mark Parsons
Poem Published
10th Aug 2022 2:10am
10th Aug 2022 2:10am
Untitled
Untitled
Torque-driven smart fibre-stitched catsuit
(A lifestyle choice)
Teaches its wearer the nebulous place that is “his.”
(Teaches him
In a way that's not nebulous.)
His sight dim
Behind olive green-painted
Slit metal flak goggles
Flecked steel, crimped inner curve
Like a mouthguard,
Or potsticker
Shaped like a crescent moon,
Or Marcel Duchamp’s lover’s bronze vulva cleft
Cast invasively, Female Fig Leaf,
Of butterfly vibrator fixed on his face buzzes a scarlet tattoo
Like a finger that's shushing...
Torque-driven smart fibre-stitched catsuit
(A lifestyle choice)
Teaches its wearer the nebulous place that is “his.”
(Teaches him
In a way that's not nebulous.)
His sight dim
Behind olive green-painted
Slit metal flak goggles
Flecked steel, crimped inner curve
Like a mouthguard,
Or potsticker
Shaped like a crescent moon,
Or Marcel Duchamp’s lover’s bronze vulva cleft
Cast invasively, Female Fig Leaf,
Of butterfly vibrator fixed on his face buzzes a scarlet tattoo
Like a finger that's shushing...
#faith
#PTSD
#denial
#sensual
#symbolism
49 reads
4 Comments
Deathkitty_134
Khach0
Khach0
Poem Published
6th Aug 2022 4:27pm
6th Aug 2022 4:27pm
In The Black
Lost in the fortress of a void
self imposed, isolation my toy
dark shroud of loneliness left me numb
I forgot life, living, joy, and fun
The birds sang a chorus I couldn't hear
flowers bloomed, but I refused to see
dogs bound in the long grass, enjoying alone
lost to the summer, its beauty, and glow
Questions of suicide, the darkest night arose
an emptiness inside, the stagnant waters grow
no knight in shining armour climbs my tower
this blade against my wrist at witching hour
The fear of endless sorrow keeps me...
self imposed, isolation my toy
dark shroud of loneliness left me numb
I forgot life, living, joy, and fun
The birds sang a chorus I couldn't hear
flowers bloomed, but I refused to see
dogs bound in the long grass, enjoying alone
lost to the summer, its beauty, and glow
Questions of suicide, the darkest night arose
an emptiness inside, the stagnant waters grow
no knight in shining armour climbs my tower
this blade against my wrist at witching hour
The fear of endless sorrow keeps me...
#depression
#suicide
#MentalHealth #PTSD
#MentalHealth #PTSD
106 reads
10 Comments
LtDansLegs
Jay.
Jay.
Poem Published
2nd Aug 2022 6:38pm
2nd Aug 2022 6:38pm
Never do you leave a war.
So heavy do these burdens be
that drags the very soul of me,
to depths the light will dare not go,
the inward places down below.
The stickiness of blood that’s drying,
I hold another friend whose dying,
a hardened heart breaks all the more,
never do you leave a war.
In rhythmic tones of agonal breath,
a voice is whispering face your death.
Sadly this is not my fate,
for now Valhalla has to wait.
Within the pit of my despair,
the slightest piece of hope is there,
to guide me through the day...
that drags the very soul of me,
to depths the light will dare not go,
the inward places down below.
The stickiness of blood that’s drying,
I hold another friend whose dying,
a hardened heart breaks all the more,
never do you leave a war.
In rhythmic tones of agonal breath,
a voice is whispering face your death.
Sadly this is not my fate,
for now Valhalla has to wait.
Within the pit of my despair,
the slightest piece of hope is there,
to guide me through the day...
#hope
#soldiers
#war
#PTSD
#hurt
73 reads
4 Comments
Deathkitty_134
Khach0
Khach0
Poem Published
31st Jul 2022 12:16pm
31st Jul 2022 12:16pm
Asperger's Children
Some are born, and some are made
nature replicated
minds unlike the crowds of them;
feared, accused and hated
Was it trauma they instilled
tasting children's shame
scientists devise a plan
designing minds their game
Twisting our biology
crafting a direction
parents blind to what they see
psyche's insurrection
Infants filled with vile and prick
nazis never ending
babies who could not refuse
dark eugenic blending
People who are drawn to power
who would guess their plotting
trusted...
nature replicated
minds unlike the crowds of them;
feared, accused and hated
Was it trauma they instilled
tasting children's shame
scientists devise a plan
designing minds their game
Twisting our biology
crafting a direction
parents blind to what they see
psyche's insurrection
Infants filled with vile and prick
nazis never ending
babies who could not refuse
dark eugenic blending
People who are drawn to power
who would guess their plotting
trusted...
#PTSD
#Autism
#military
54 reads
7 Comments
Countrygirl96
Poem Published
27th Jul 2022 5:17am
27th Jul 2022 5:17am
Anxiety Hurts
Sometimes I find it hard to breath...
New surrounding and different routines makes my hair stand on alert
Unfamiliar places and faces send my mind racing to flee
Bringing light to the green monster named Anxiety upon my shoulder
Causing me to appear nervous and giving me the jitters
Sometimes I find it hard to speak...
People I know and trust but will I say something wrong
Do they find me annoying or think i'm stupid
Anxiety causing me to stutter and grow quiet
Avoiding conversations so I don't make a fool of myself
...
New surrounding and different routines makes my hair stand on alert
Unfamiliar places and faces send my mind racing to flee
Bringing light to the green monster named Anxiety upon my shoulder
Causing me to appear nervous and giving me the jitters
Sometimes I find it hard to speak...
People I know and trust but will I say something wrong
Do they find me annoying or think i'm stupid
Anxiety causing me to stutter and grow quiet
Avoiding conversations so I don't make a fool of myself
...
#anxiety
#LifeStruggles
#MentalHealth #PTSD
#MentalHealth #PTSD
82 reads
1 Comment
TheMonsterfromHe11
Poem Published
23rd Jul 2022 8:04am
23rd Jul 2022 8:04am
Generational Trauma
Past trauma does not excuse you from accountability for what you choose to do to someone else. You choose to harm others in many different ways, like you also choose not to apologize for the same harm you've caused. Trauma does not exempt you from choosing to be a shitty person. You could have chosen to resolve or cope with those traumas in a healthy way by seeking professional help through therapy and behavioral therapy. To be properly diagnosed and medicated. But if you chose to continue the same behavior and choices to harm those who you would never think twice about or realize the harm...
#regret
#LifeStruggles
#MentalHealth
#PTSD
#suffering
71 reads
Lozzamus
Poem Published
10th Jul 2022 11:49pm
10th Jul 2022 11:49pm
I Escaped, But Only Just - Part 9: Crisis
#childhood
#bullying
#memories #PTSD
#memories #PTSD
45 reads
8 Comments
smackdownraven
Poem Published
10th Jul 2022 10:09pm
10th Jul 2022 10:09pm
switch
I am hurting in my chambers
blasphemy is my cult pain
I'm a groupie for your love
but you will never take me serious
I'm crazy after all
I am fun to play with
my hurt a beautiful distraction from boredom
hunt my personalities
but beware some of them are cruel
you're watching me
they're watching you
leaving you clues to the crime
then bate and switch
fuck you
come closer I dare you
watch your step here she comes
inside me is monsters
raising their angry heads
I am a...
blasphemy is my cult pain
I'm a groupie for your love
but you will never take me serious
I'm crazy after all
I am fun to play with
my hurt a beautiful distraction from boredom
hunt my personalities
but beware some of them are cruel
you're watching me
they're watching you
leaving you clues to the crime
then bate and switch
fuck you
come closer I dare you
watch your step here she comes
inside me is monsters
raising their angry heads
I am a...
#dark
#MentalHealth
#PTSD
109 reads
4 Comments
absinthe
Fats
Fats
Poem Published
7th Jul 2022 10:23am
7th Jul 2022 10:23am
The Puppet
A pullet fell into the pond yesterday. I didn't hear it. So
I couldn't save it. It drowned. It died of drowning. It died
Of struggling. It died of exhaustion. It died of trying to survive.
It died because it wanted to live. It died because it wanted to live.
But it looked like it was still alive. Floating on the water.
Its legs and wings moved, its head cocked. Because of the water
It looked like it was still alive. The fish pecked it and it moved.
Because the water, the thing that killed it, told a lie.
The pullet is a puppet. The...
I couldn't save it. It drowned. It died of drowning. It died
Of struggling. It died of exhaustion. It died of trying to survive.
It died because it wanted to live. It died because it wanted to live.
But it looked like it was still alive. Floating on the water.
Its legs and wings moved, its head cocked. Because of the water
It looked like it was still alive. The fish pecked it and it moved.
Because the water, the thing that killed it, told a lie.
The pullet is a puppet. The...
#SelfHarm
#MentalHealth
#PTSD #despair
#PTSD #despair
70 reads
1 Comment
crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
4th Jul 2022 5:38pm
4th Jul 2022 5:38pm
hell
the oppression of the place fell down on me like lead
everyone walked hunched over closer to the sidewalk
the alleys stank of beer and piss
and the apartment courtyard was cloying with the mingling scents
roaches scurried along the place
there were soldiers of a sort there
gang members who bullied through the demons attending the despair
it oozed from the place like an open sore
everyone was high it was the only way to survive the poverty
we didn't eat all day
nighttime we pooled together to make a meal
it...
everyone walked hunched over closer to the sidewalk
the alleys stank of beer and piss
and the apartment courtyard was cloying with the mingling scents
roaches scurried along the place
there were soldiers of a sort there
gang members who bullied through the demons attending the despair
it oozed from the place like an open sore
everyone was high it was the only way to survive the poverty
we didn't eat all day
nighttime we pooled together to make a meal
it...
#anxiety
#dark
#PTSD
123 reads
4 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
30th Jun 2022 3:43am
30th Jun 2022 3:43am
Straight Talk (When The Core Of The Mind Refuses To Speak Coherently)
I will attempt to elaborate on the more aggressive theories that seem to marginalize, relevant concerns that has made me ponder and see if I intricate the whys, or at least find the source of its understanding.
I had to revisit the concept of understanding the complexities of the mind due in part.
Mental illness seems to on the uprise, and it is affecting our youth at an alarming rate. Thus far the statistical for adults has not started for the margin.
A slope in the statistical incline, or shift seems to be affecting the Caucasian youth, more...
I had to revisit the concept of understanding the complexities of the mind due in part.
Mental illness seems to on the uprise, and it is affecting our youth at an alarming rate. Thus far the statistical for adults has not started for the margin.
A slope in the statistical incline, or shift seems to be affecting the Caucasian youth, more...
#anxiety
#depression
#bipolar
#MentalHealth
#PTSD
217 reads
9 Comments
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