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.
slipalong
Poem Published
Today 7:20pm
Today 7:20pm
Winds blow still
From the sounds and screams
And when I walked with infantry
For the wounds were hidden deep
The enemy still inside my head
Combats ghosts and I were repatriated
And conflict was contantly updated
For that prayer you came to answer
Brought some solace to that cancer
The nightmares vivid and now lesser
Comradeship to share that crutch
Reduce the depths, and curse lifes muck
Find the bridge when you were lost
Glimmer hope like your favorite chocolate bars
Just small steps towards the stars
Treats like...
And when I walked with infantry
For the wounds were hidden deep
The enemy still inside my head
Combats ghosts and I were repatriated
And conflict was contantly updated
For that prayer you came to answer
Brought some solace to that cancer
The nightmares vivid and now lesser
Comradeship to share that crutch
Reduce the depths, and curse lifes muck
Find the bridge when you were lost
Glimmer hope like your favorite chocolate bars
Just small steps towards the stars
Treats like...
#war
#LifeStruggles
#MentalHealth
#PTSD
#healing
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0 Comments
Stoney223
Poem Published
13th Nov 2019 1:06pm
13th Nov 2019 1:06pm
FOOD FOR THE SOUL
Why is it that at times within our lives things seems to wanna just fall apart right before our eyes, then mysteriously leave as if nothing every happen leaving unanswered questions still haunting our mind, yet complicating matters even more deeper than deep intensifing the need to know WHY as it incites our most deepest emotions of our fear.
For even as the reminiscenting thoughts invades our very frequency...
For even as the reminiscenting thoughts invades our very frequency...
#anxiety
#depression
#addiction
#PTSD
#nightmares
42 reads
6 Comments
mysteriouslady
Poem Published
7th Nov 2019 2:30am
7th Nov 2019 2:30am
From the Depths of Hell
Wow Its been a while
You're the last person I thought Id see
But then, you never admitted what you are
A punk ass coward scum mother fucker, right?
Maybe my demons will win tonight...
How I loved you, oh my Lord
you tossed it all back at me
Literally and hard too
whats a fool in love to do?
Took some non gut sutures for a while
an I.V. as well that held poison
lots of pain meds, oh the pain
they all warned me you were insane
You have no fucking clue what you've done to me
even the...
You're the last person I thought Id see
But then, you never admitted what you are
A punk ass coward scum mother fucker, right?
Maybe my demons will win tonight...
How I loved you, oh my Lord
you tossed it all back at me
Literally and hard too
whats a fool in love to do?
Took some non gut sutures for a while
an I.V. as well that held poison
lots of pain meds, oh the pain
they all warned me you were insane
You have no fucking clue what you've done to me
even the...
#anger
#anxiety
#LifeStruggles
#PTSD
#DomesticViolence
46 reads
7 Comments
nightbirdblue
Poem Published
19th Oct 2019 1:42pm
19th Oct 2019 1:42pm
Paranoia Sinks Its Teeth
Been dealing with
Some monsters lately
In my dreams
They overtake me:
Hatred
Anger
Jealousy
My fear of
Being cheated
The dregs
Of inadequacy
I am not worthy
And I am drowning
In self pity
But it’s just
So
Heavy
I seek:
Kittens
Cigarettes
And Razor Blades
How could you
Really love me?
Can’t you see
The parasite
Living in me?
Do I fear
Confrontation?
Oh indeed
But you see
My voice
Has been suppressed
By those before...
Some monsters lately
In my dreams
They overtake me:
Hatred
Anger
Jealousy
My fear of
Being cheated
The dregs
Of inadequacy
I am not worthy
And I am drowning
In self pity
But it’s just
So
Heavy
I seek:
Kittens
Cigarettes
And Razor Blades
How could you
Really love me?
Can’t you see
The parasite
Living in me?
Do I fear
Confrontation?
Oh indeed
But you see
My voice
Has been suppressed
By those before...
#grief
#PTSD
#despair #nightmares
#despair #nightmares
71 reads
Codex_intelligence
Katie Dykes
Katie Dykes
Poem Published
19th Oct 2019 7:41am
19th Oct 2019 7:41am
I'm A problem
I guess i'm scared?
That one day...
You might leave?
I guess that's why i'm always next to you
Constantly tugging on your T-shirt sleeve
Maybe i'm afraid that tomorrow you wont see me the same
And maybe that might be the thing that will one day drive me insane
When i see a potential tear in the shimmering seams of my fantasy
I think out every scenario that could take place
And the problems that match them bring me back to my reality
And i guess that reality is that i can be alone
That one day this thing we have going will eventually end ...
That one day...
You might leave?
I guess that's why i'm always next to you
Constantly tugging on your T-shirt sleeve
Maybe i'm afraid that tomorrow you wont see me the same
And maybe that might be the thing that will one day drive me insane
When i see a potential tear in the shimmering seams of my fantasy
I think out every scenario that could take place
And the problems that match them bring me back to my reality
And i guess that reality is that i can be alone
That one day this thing we have going will eventually end ...
#SelfHarm
#confessional
#addiction
#MentalHealth
#PTSD
79 reads
1 Comment
Josh
Poem Published
6th Oct 2019 11:13pm
6th Oct 2019 11:13pm
The Wall and The River
Four generations, friendly, side by side
our two families had farmed, with the old wall
a place for meeting and shaking of hands
discussing harvests, the weather, a stall
for the Christmas Fayre; plus old friends who’d died.
The altercation came one Fall when cows
of mine, just twenty or so, were found
eating his grass, having crossed a broken spot
where crumbled stones collapsed in a small mound
rolled down the slope to where the river flows.
He banged hard on my door, smelling of drink
shouting obscenities and...
our two families had farmed, with the old wall
a place for meeting and shaking of hands
discussing harvests, the weather, a stall
for the Christmas Fayre; plus old friends who’d died.
The altercation came one Fall when cows
of mine, just twenty or so, were found
eating his grass, having crossed a broken spot
where crumbled stones collapsed in a small mound
rolled down the slope to where the river flows.
He banged hard on my door, smelling of drink
shouting obscenities and...
#relationships
#war
#countryside
#PTSD
#RobertFrost
129 reads
17 Comments
FallenAngle
Poem Published
2nd Oct 2019 11:10pm
2nd Oct 2019 11:10pm
Contaminated
As a child I thought of bathing in bleach
In an attempt to rid my body of your fingertips
Happily I would have set my body alight
And left no trace of you on my skin.
I used to scrub until the water ran red
Trying to get rid of the flesh you seen as yours
But we both know my efforts were in vain
It was more than my body you claimed.
No matter how hard I scrubbed
Or the dark years that past,
The phantom of your hands still touches me
And you are the theme of my nightmares.
A childhood wasted hiding your dirty secret
A...
In an attempt to rid my body of your fingertips
Happily I would have set my body alight
And left no trace of you on my skin.
I used to scrub until the water ran red
Trying to get rid of the flesh you seen as yours
But we both know my efforts were in vain
It was more than my body you claimed.
No matter how hard I scrubbed
Or the dark years that past,
The phantom of your hands still touches me
And you are the theme of my nightmares.
A childhood wasted hiding your dirty secret
A...
#abuse
#PTSD
#suffering
70 reads
2 Comments
AEMelia564
Y
Y
Poem Published
29th Sep 2019 10:21am
29th Sep 2019 10:21am
Respiration techniques
I'm still breathing
All eons of existence
prolonged, repeated
reconstructions
Go back, where to?
Back to the beginning
No, wait.....stop
When will there be
a trauma law?
What do we do
against it?
We bond with our trauma
Internalise the intimacy
of the friend we found
Exhale
Yogic breath
Rebirthing
can help
against stress
When will we heal
negatiivity?
Inner child
Visualise
the concept
of worthiness
you
can
(not) ...
All eons of existence
prolonged, repeated
reconstructions
Go back, where to?
Back to the beginning
No, wait.....stop
When will there be
a trauma law?
What do we do
against it?
We bond with our trauma
Internalise the intimacy
of the friend we found
Exhale
Yogic breath
Rebirthing
can help
against stress
When will we heal
negatiivity?
Inner child
Visualise
the concept
of worthiness
you
can
(not) ...
#LifeStruggles
#PTSD
#suffering
104 reads
8 Comments
darlingxxdesolate
Poem Published
28th Sep 2019 00:05am
28th Sep 2019 00:05am
Death Aroma
The perfume of death hung in the air
And the gypsies danced beneath
The blood red moon
Twas the hallow of my youth
Still the fetor of death
Clings to my pale flesh
As I twirl and glide
'Neath the glowing onyx sky
And the gypsies danced beneath
The blood red moon
Twas the hallow of my youth
Still the fetor of death
Clings to my pale flesh
As I twirl and glide
'Neath the glowing onyx sky
#dark
#death
#bipolar #PTSD
#bipolar #PTSD
88 reads
10 Comments
Commentonly
Poem Published
27th Sep 2019 1:06pm
27th Sep 2019 1:06pm
Self Righteous Destruction
I shake
hands clenched tight
I can feel my bones grind
nails leave bloody tears trickling down my palms
a stigmata of my inability to emote
the way you tell me I should
as if your way is the only way
I pace
my teeth gnashing
chewing it to pulp
jaw shakes
later as I cruise through the laneways
and back-alleys
lights of other cars reflect
back those things I hold to
hiding where you can't see
because your disgust is as palpable
as hatred
I swallow down thick...
hands clenched tight
I can feel my bones grind
nails leave bloody tears trickling down my palms
a stigmata of my inability to emote
the way you tell me I should
as if your way is the only way
I pace
my teeth gnashing
chewing it to pulp
jaw shakes
later as I cruise through the laneways
and back-alleys
lights of other cars reflect
back those things I hold to
hiding where you can't see
because your disgust is as palpable
as hatred
I swallow down thick...
#depression
#MentalHealth
#PTSD
152 reads
4 Comments
Stoney223
Poem Published
26th Sep 2019 10:52pm
26th Sep 2019 10:52pm
BEHIND THE MASK
Have you ever encounter someone that seems mentally stable that they got it all together but yet beneath the surface of there mind and heart and soul, lays a deeper dark secret that they are afraid to share with the world that would shock you to your very soul, for we all suffer from some kind of an disorder of some kind or another whether its mentally or emotional till we feel afraid to tell anyone or show anyone who and what we are in real life.
...
...
#depression
#bipolar
#OCD
#PTSD
#Autism
133 reads
darlingxxdesolate
Poem Published
26th Sep 2019 7:52pm
26th Sep 2019 7:52pm
Burn
I'm so tired of trying
And getting no return
I'm tired of living
And I'm ready to burn
And getting no return
I'm tired of living
And I'm ready to burn
#anger
#dark
#bipolar
#fire
#PTSD
85 reads
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