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.
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
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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
65 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
65 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
67 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
206 reads
26 Comments
EpicUtester69
Poem Published
1st Dec 2018 10:49am
1st Dec 2018 10:49am
Dumb c**t or what?
I lost you once I can’t lose you again
A snow flake dreamer in the cold wind
You’ve got a strong hold over me
No matter how the I still wanted you
Blistering cold even a tornado like wtf
I’m going slowly crazy deep down inside
A shard of ice a flake landed on my tongue
It was stored in my memories never to leave
You had me more than just by the balls
You had my heart, mind and soul to abuse
I did not see it coming till it was on top of me
Now I’m lost in your sway again and again
What do I call you now? I tried...
A snow flake dreamer in the cold wind
You’ve got a strong hold over me
No matter how the I still wanted you
Blistering cold even a tornado like wtf
I’m going slowly crazy deep down inside
A shard of ice a flake landed on my tongue
It was stored in my memories never to leave
You had me more than just by the balls
You had my heart, mind and soul to abuse
I did not see it coming till it was on top of me
Now I’m lost in your sway again and again
What do I call you now? I tried...
#anxiety
#love
#depression
#LifeStruggles
#PTSD
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0 Comments
Alexo
Poem Published
8th Nov 2018 2:06pm
8th Nov 2018 2:06pm
The PTSD in Me
They say forget about the past
I tell the past to forget about me
They say: you need to relax
I say: you just don’t see
Not Everything can be seen
For me, it's the anxiety and the PTSD
I try to speak
But I feel so weak
I try to stand
But it’s hard to trust hands
Logically I understand
But it doesn’t feel that way
Some people have unfriended me
And I guess that’s okay
But by speaking my experiences
I hope to teach you today
It all happened one day
I wasn’t safe and
Because...
I tell the past to forget about me
They say: you need to relax
I say: you just don’t see
Not Everything can be seen
For me, it's the anxiety and the PTSD
I try to speak
But I feel so weak
I try to stand
But it’s hard to trust hands
Logically I understand
But it doesn’t feel that way
Some people have unfriended me
And I guess that’s okay
But by speaking my experiences
I hope to teach you today
It all happened one day
I wasn’t safe and
Because...
#MentalHealth
#PTSD
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0 Comments
LionIce
Anony mouse
Anony mouse
Poem Published
5th Nov 2018 9:52pm
5th Nov 2018 9:52pm
Mind
A catalogue of day dreams,
hard to keep
days of the week,
clear in my mind
is not a frequent thing to find.
I’m too busty plotting tactics
Avoiding pot-holes we call bad habits.
Now I wonder-
if it’s really all that bad-
I don’t think I’d
Mind
going
Mad.
If it relieves some tension, of the rawest anger ever kept in.
No, I don’t think I’d mind.
hard to keep
days of the week,
clear in my mind
is not a frequent thing to find.
I’m too busty plotting tactics
Avoiding pot-holes we call bad habits.
Now I wonder-
if it’s really all that bad-
I don’t think I’d
Mind
going
Mad.
If it relieves some tension, of the rawest anger ever kept in.
No, I don’t think I’d mind.
#love
#grief
#loneliness #PTSD
#loneliness #PTSD
89 reads
1 Comment
Jadedembers
Poem Published
20th Oct 2018 00:21am
20th Oct 2018 00:21am
Home Sweet Home
#anger
#violence
#abuse
#MentalHealth
#PTSD
109 reads
0 Comments
AloneWithCompany
UnfitProphet
UnfitProphet
Poem Published
18th Oct 2018 4:53am
18th Oct 2018 4:53am
Drowning
Water painted above my breath.
Sickness swirling below its depth.
My mind escaped to a place where it found rest.
In a grim jest that faced the fear of death.
Demons dancing beyond my sight.
Skillfully solving my Will to fight.
All those voices who say what is right.
Although unchosen choices fill this night.
Grace keeps bleeding beyond my grasp.
While disease keeps breeding behind this mask.
Fleeing from a mind that runs to fast.
Fleeting are the questions I forgot to ask.
Time stays woven without my will. ...
Sickness swirling below its depth.
My mind escaped to a place where it found rest.
In a grim jest that faced the fear of death.
Demons dancing beyond my sight.
Skillfully solving my Will to fight.
All those voices who say what is right.
Although unchosen choices fill this night.
Grace keeps bleeding beyond my grasp.
While disease keeps breeding behind this mask.
Fleeing from a mind that runs to fast.
Fleeting are the questions I forgot to ask.
Time stays woven without my will. ...
#SelfHarm
#addiction
#MentalHealth #PTSD
#MentalHealth #PTSD
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