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.
Lozzamus
Poem Published
23rd Jan 2021 6:52pm
23rd Jan 2021 6:52pm
First Night In A New Place
It is quiet, far too quiet for me. The static stillness of the country gives the impression of time slowing down. I find a beer in the fridge, sit on the sofa bed and drink. I don't want to go to sleep. Sleep frightens me. My recovery from the attack took several years. Surgery. Knee problems from the impact of the bar. Headaches, double vision. I had to surrender my driving licence for a while, and I never played rugby or soccer again.
I slip in to an old jumper and a pair of boxer shorts, and climb into bed, but for much of the night I remain awake, reading but struggling to...
I slip in to an old jumper and a pair of boxer shorts, and climb into bed, but for much of the night I remain awake, reading but struggling to...
#memories
#mystery
#PTSD #suffering
#PTSD #suffering
15 reads
4 Comments
Speak2Me
Poem Published
18th Jan 2021 5:46am
18th Jan 2021 5:46am
Wolf #2
And just like that,
I decided to feed my wolf
And she settled down into a corner somewhere
And she slept a deep sleep.
I decided to feed my wolf
And she settled down into a corner somewhere
And she slept a deep sleep.
#anxiety
#depression
#SelfHarm
#MentalHealth
#PTSD
24 reads
0 Comments
dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
13th Jan 2021 2:14am
13th Jan 2021 2:14am
All of No Thing (At All).
All i wish to see
when the blazing chariot
swings low for me,
is a redbird on a branch
of a blue coconut tree.
Death can think me silly.
Death can think me out of style.
Death can think whatever he willy.
Death can die / &No Body'll care why.
So let's let death have it's way.
I won't return with much more
to say.
Dead silent.
No Thing.
( Guaranteed.)
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dkzk 1/09/21
when the blazing chariot
swings low for me,
is a redbird on a branch
of a blue coconut tree.
Death can think me silly.
Death can think me out of style.
Death can think whatever he willy.
Death can die / &No Body'll care why.
So let's let death have it's way.
I won't return with much more
to say.
Dead silent.
No Thing.
( Guaranteed.)
KKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK
dkzk 1/09/21
#regret
#dark
#death
#funny
#PTSD
29 reads
4 Comments
BlueBeastGirl
Poem Published
7th Dec 2020 9:21pm
7th Dec 2020 9:21pm
The rage of an inner child
I don't know why I have these
But I have my cps case files
I have documentation I shouldn't
It fills three totes, stacked high
And sometimes I read them, ever so carefully
I read the way adults with too much power
Those gluttonous ticks filled with blood
The power pulsing, almost bursting their skin
I read their callous words carefully
I try to remember these exact moments
The places frozen in that dark time
That they speak about with such conviction
When an animal is hurt or trapped
We tend to not blame them for lashing out ...
But I have my cps case files
I have documentation I shouldn't
It fills three totes, stacked high
And sometimes I read them, ever so carefully
I read the way adults with too much power
Those gluttonous ticks filled with blood
The power pulsing, almost bursting their skin
I read their callous words carefully
I try to remember these exact moments
The places frozen in that dark time
That they speak about with such conviction
When an animal is hurt or trapped
We tend to not blame them for lashing out ...
#identity
#memories
#SelfReflection
#PTSD
#nightmares
50 reads
3 Comments
Stoney223
Poem Published
30th Nov 2020 11:31am
30th Nov 2020 11:31am
PUSH TO THE LIMIT
Have you ever been woke yet still feel as though you are sleep deep within an trance, unaware of your surroundings as you slowly begin going deeper than deep within an underground experience. For as you slowly try to bring some kind of clarity, to understanding the true nature of this unforeseen journey yet with more questions than answers. To solve your own silent existence of who or why I am here within this transcending realm of darkness. For just imagine if you will as you find thyself, dealing with an individual that you have no connection with as friend or family, someone who chose to...
#abuse
#PTSD
#tragedy
#nightmares
#FeelingTrapped
90 reads
8 Comments
KateMonroe353_swim
Poem Published
24th Nov 2020 00:40am
24th Nov 2020 00:40am
Just think about the Flowers
Just think about the flowers
Their voices are racing in my head, bouncing off the sides of my brain.
why are they so loud?
Their argument ended days ago, but I can still hear it.
why does everything hurt so bad all the time?
I can't think
I can't breathe
am i drowning?
No, you're on your bed.
It's too much
It's too loud
Just think about the flowers.
soft pinks and vibrant blues, their voices are slowing down
long stalks and small buds, their voices are fading
I'm in a giant field of flowers, running down...
Their voices are racing in my head, bouncing off the sides of my brain.
why are they so loud?
Their argument ended days ago, but I can still hear it.
why does everything hurt so bad all the time?
I can't think
I can't breathe
am i drowning?
No, you're on your bed.
It's too much
It's too loud
Just think about the flowers.
soft pinks and vibrant blues, their voices are slowing down
long stalks and small buds, their voices are fading
I'm in a giant field of flowers, running down...
#anxiety
#flowers
#MentalHealth
#SelfReflection
#PTSD
36 reads
0 Comments
BlueBeastGirl
Poem Published
23rd Nov 2020 9:38pm
23rd Nov 2020 9:38pm
Crop top
There are times, moments
When I look in the mirror
And I reflect on all the bodies
That I have lived in just in one life
I once was rail thin, wraith like
As if one strong wind would pick me up
You could count my ribs just by looking
But now my body is an overflowing hourglass
Nothing quite like touching flesh so soft
My abdomen is like a pillow
And I have lost count how many folks
Have used my body like an oasis
To rest, sleep and drink love from
I went from a tiny desert body
To one overflowing with wealth
Strength...
When I look in the mirror
And I reflect on all the bodies
That I have lived in just in one life
I once was rail thin, wraith like
As if one strong wind would pick me up
You could count my ribs just by looking
But now my body is an overflowing hourglass
Nothing quite like touching flesh so soft
My abdomen is like a pillow
And I have lost count how many folks
Have used my body like an oasis
To rest, sleep and drink love from
I went from a tiny desert body
To one overflowing with wealth
Strength...
#depression
#SelfHarm
#illness
#EatingDisorder
#PTSD
79 reads
4 Comments
dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
25th Oct 2020 6:19pm
25th Oct 2020 6:19pm
Rectal Readings of Temperature, Time, Place, Pulse and Respiration
why do you
dance
in a macroscope
wit'out
yOur steel-toed
work'boots ?
A most heavy'weighty
I-beam could
fall
fall
...
dance
in a macroscope
wit'out
yOur steel-toed
work'boots ?
A most heavy'weighty
I-beam could
fall
fall
...
#anxiety
#depression
#bipolar
#MentalHealth
#PTSD
79 reads
9 Comments
smackdownraven
Poem Published
13th Oct 2020 6:19pm
13th Oct 2020 6:19pm
tears for the unseen
tears well in my eyes
I cry for the unseen
holding signs
dear god please give them enough drugs
to make them forget they don't have a home today
enough drink so they sleep tonight
and please turn up the sun so they stay warm
a dark lord prayer for sure
but it's from the heart
tears roll down my face for the war torn
struck with PTSD can't live in society anymore
does anyone give a fuck?
judge not what you know not
I can pop off at anytime
but be for the grace of god go I
screaming at the skies ...
I cry for the unseen
holding signs
dear god please give them enough drugs
to make them forget they don't have a home today
enough drink so they sleep tonight
and please turn up the sun so they stay warm
a dark lord prayer for sure
but it's from the heart
tears roll down my face for the war torn
struck with PTSD can't live in society anymore
does anyone give a fuck?
judge not what you know not
I can pop off at anytime
but be for the grace of god go I
screaming at the skies ...
#love
#homelessness
#PTSD
101 reads
4 Comments
BlueBeastGirl
Poem Published
1st Oct 2020 9:00am
1st Oct 2020 9:00am
Bricks of Diamond Tears (triggering topics not for anyone under 18... Please)
#men
#childhood
#secrets
#PTSD
#FeelingLost
176 reads
1 Comment
Crazontheinside
Bumped 28th Sep 2020 6:24am
9th Jun 2020 1:39am
9th Jun 2020 1:39am
A Soldiers Story
I spoke to a man
Who fought on the front line
he told me many stories
He told me of his change in time
standing trapped in endless visions
And the sounds when they attack
him drowning in a bloodbath
while carrying comrades on his back
With each breath
The smell of sulfur lingers
with images of blood and pain
He collects the tags among the fallen
They did not die in vain
Burning towns and villages
Blood-stained ground, oh! the slaughter
Of the Innocent women and children
fathers and mothers
...
Who fought on the front line
he told me many stories
He told me of his change in time
standing trapped in endless visions
And the sounds when they attack
him drowning in a bloodbath
while carrying comrades on his back
With each breath
The smell of sulfur lingers
with images of blood and pain
He collects the tags among the fallen
They did not die in vain
Burning towns and villages
Blood-stained ground, oh! the slaughter
Of the Innocent women and children
fathers and mothers
...
#rejection
#war
#misunderstood
#PTSD
#bittersweet
186 reads
4 Comments
Stoney223
Poem Published
20th Sep 2020 1:26pm
20th Sep 2020 1:26pm
MY LAST NERVE
What is it about the darkness that makes sense to the spirit of the soul, as it affects the feelings of being trap within an realm of low self-esteem, to the point you feel unwanted and unloved and unworthy. As it comes to the very existences of the demons within your subconsciousness, that creeps and roams through the dead of the night. For it is said that we each have our own demons that walk, through the stairways and gateways of our most private and deepest thoughts.That appears from out of the depth of the darkness that sometimes controls, the very existences of our heart and soul and...
#anxiety
#LifeAsAWriter
#PTSD
#escape
#nightmares
148 reads
6 Comments
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