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.
Lagertha
Legertha
Legertha
Poem Published
15th Feb 2020 8:12pm
15th Feb 2020 8:12pm
YOU ARE ENOUGH
I sign in to DUP and start reading from some of the poet's who have reached their bottom, emotionally. The fragility of their words were painfully familiar.
It saddens me and I want to help.
We all should.
One thing we can all do is share our own battles out of the darkness and what worked for us.
We write poetry for our own reasons.
At one point or another in our lifetime, we have all been through something awful and have needed help.
Everyone has a different perspective of their value in this world. Some of us have no idea what our...
It saddens me and I want to help.
We all should.
One thing we can all do is share our own battles out of the darkness and what worked for us.
We write poetry for our own reasons.
At one point or another in our lifetime, we have all been through something awful and have needed help.
Everyone has a different perspective of their value in this world. Some of us have no idea what our...
#depression
#SelfHarm
#bipolar
#MentalHealth
#PTSD
89 reads
12 Comments
Silverotter65
Drew1103
Drew1103
Poem Published
13th Feb 2020 10:49am
13th Feb 2020 10:49am
The Canvas of my Life
The canvas of life lies bare,
In that split second I stare,
Hoping upon hope,
That something is there.
No matter how I stare,
Canvas! my life lies bare,
Threads began to frae,
Lifeless as they lay.
Madness and anger reigns,
Exploding rage in my veins
Lights flashing before my eyes,
There are no tears for me to cry.
Body aches from head to toe,
Numbing fears about to sow,
This body full of woes,
Lies still, mind seeking, low.
Really! is this all there is?
A life! Then just a fizz! ...
In that split second I stare,
Hoping upon hope,
That something is there.
No matter how I stare,
Canvas! my life lies bare,
Threads began to frae,
Lifeless as they lay.
Madness and anger reigns,
Exploding rage in my veins
Lights flashing before my eyes,
There are no tears for me to cry.
Body aches from head to toe,
Numbing fears about to sow,
This body full of woes,
Lies still, mind seeking, low.
Really! is this all there is?
A life! Then just a fizz! ...
#PTSD
41 reads
1 Comment
Jadedembers
Poem Published
8th Feb 2020 6:39am
8th Feb 2020 6:39am
Wounds and Words
#anxiety
#MentalHealth
#PTSD #despair
#PTSD #despair
97 reads
12 Comments
nightbirdblue
Poem Published
6th Feb 2020 10:41pm
6th Feb 2020 10:41pm
Smothered
He was a brute
And I was familiar
With the blunt edge
Of his shoulder bone
As it pressed into
My chest; suffocating
Pinning me to
The ground
His hand had punched
And grabbed my throat
And in one swift movement
He showed me
How much he
Really loved me
With a bruise
And I was familiar
With the blunt edge
Of his shoulder bone
As it pressed into
My chest; suffocating
Pinning me to
The ground
His hand had punched
And grabbed my throat
And in one swift movement
He showed me
How much he
Really loved me
With a bruise
#memories
#PTSD
#choices
#nonfiction
#DomesticViolence
75 reads
2 Comments
Wh1skeySwagger
Swagger
Swagger
Poem Published
1st Feb 2020 10:54am
1st Feb 2020 10:54am
Crowded Room
Here I sit with my back to the wall
And a full view of the room
Not by chance at all
It's woven in my loom
Scanning the place
My eyes fixed on the crowd
Watching looks on their face
They're so happy and loud
But somewhere out there
One might be a threat
A person without a care
Or trying to settle some debt
It could be her on that side
But of malice i see no hint
It could be him full of pride
Not knowing his concealed weapon prints
Always keeping an eye
But not just for...
And a full view of the room
Not by chance at all
It's woven in my loom
Scanning the place
My eyes fixed on the crowd
Watching looks on their face
They're so happy and loud
But somewhere out there
One might be a threat
A person without a care
Or trying to settle some debt
It could be her on that side
But of malice i see no hint
It could be him full of pride
Not knowing his concealed weapon prints
Always keeping an eye
But not just for...
#anxiety
#MentalHealth
#PTSD
84 reads
7 Comments
Jadedembers
Poem Published
27th Jan 2020 11:18pm
27th Jan 2020 11:18pm
Crimson Swirls
#dark
#PTSD
72 reads
2 Comments
Erotic_Goddess
Poem Published
21st Jan 2020 4:09pm
21st Jan 2020 4:09pm
You're A Sick f**k
You're a sick fuck….
Watching my moves
through the window panes.
I've spent so much of this life
hiding myself inside so you were
left beating a hollow drum.
It's been so long since I walked away
shielding myself in a crowd,
hoping you never glimpsed me alone.
Many days have passed,
and many months,
a few years
and still you do not remain dormant,
though hell is where you belong.
The voice of a murderer starved for
attention screeches through falsified names
...
Watching my moves
through the window panes.
I've spent so much of this life
hiding myself inside so you were
left beating a hollow drum.
It's been so long since I walked away
shielding myself in a crowd,
hoping you never glimpsed me alone.
Many days have passed,
and many months,
a few years
and still you do not remain dormant,
though hell is where you belong.
The voice of a murderer starved for
attention screeches through falsified names
...
#anxiety
#abuse
#LifeStruggles
#MentalHealth
#PTSD
93 reads
13 Comments
Stoney223
Poem Published
21st Jan 2020 11:55am
21st Jan 2020 11:55am
THE ME KNOWONE SEES
Have you ever wondered deep within your mind, when you see someone for the very first time and there is just something about them that stands out of your mind, but yet you cant put your finger upon it but they seem normal just like you in mind heart and soul but who truly knows what goes on behind close doors.
For could you even image living an secet life were your thoughts...
For could you even image living an secet life were your thoughts...
#anxiety
#depression
#insomnia
#PTSD
#nightmares
162 reads
29 Comments
Wh1skeySwagger
Swagger
Swagger
Poem Published
20th Jan 2020 6:23am
20th Jan 2020 6:23am
Razor's Edge
Walk a razor's edge
Between demons and delight
Don't lose your balance
Between demons and delight
Don't lose your balance
#haiku
#MentalHealth
#senryu #PTSD
#senryu #PTSD
73 reads
2 Comments
brokentitanium
Poem Published
20th Jan 2020 4:24am
20th Jan 2020 4:24am
A sheer blue hippy shirt with silver beads
It caught me by surprise in the closet
…that’s the shirt I was wearing that day…
Finger tips remembering the seams they scrutinized,
those tiny beads and the slip of the fabric
as my mind congealed and went blank
I wasn’t even in danger; a public place with a friend
Me sitting frozen like a cartoon lizard
memorizing crumb patterns on the worn carpet,
victim of an unwanted stress response
simply because I had resolved to be completely vulnerable.
I don’t remember much of the conversation.
Just the loud rushing of my own beating...
…that’s the shirt I was wearing that day…
Finger tips remembering the seams they scrutinized,
those tiny beads and the slip of the fabric
as my mind congealed and went blank
I wasn’t even in danger; a public place with a friend
Me sitting frozen like a cartoon lizard
memorizing crumb patterns on the worn carpet,
victim of an unwanted stress response
simply because I had resolved to be completely vulnerable.
I don’t remember much of the conversation.
Just the loud rushing of my own beating...
#depression
#friendship
#memories #PTSD
#memories #PTSD
75 reads
14 Comments
lotuslover
Gypsy_Rose
Gypsy_Rose
Poem Published
19th Jan 2020 5:02am
19th Jan 2020 5:02am
Social Stigmas
All these random thoughts fighting for a space in my head~
Trying to assimilate and decipher what the voices have said.
Seems like these scattered illusions are planted by demons~
Determined to remain positive and sweeten life's tart lemons.
Expensive medications prescribed by unreliable physicians~
Never able to afford and obtain them to end up in precarious positions.
Manic delusions are the makings of unknown fantasy~
Keeping grasp of fate to build my eternal destiny.
Not going to allow my bipolar schizophrenia to define me~
Wanting and praying...
Trying to assimilate and decipher what the voices have said.
Seems like these scattered illusions are planted by demons~
Determined to remain positive and sweeten life's tart lemons.
Expensive medications prescribed by unreliable physicians~
Never able to afford and obtain them to end up in precarious positions.
Manic delusions are the makings of unknown fantasy~
Keeping grasp of fate to build my eternal destiny.
Not going to allow my bipolar schizophrenia to define me~
Wanting and praying...
#depression
#bipolar
#addiction
#MentalHealth
#PTSD
82 reads
0 Comments
The_Starstruck
Poem Published
18th Jan 2020 4:47am
18th Jan 2020 4:47am
Please Don't See
Please don't see me as I sob over a 4 year old memory that shouldn't hurt anymore.
Please don't see me and continue tapping away at your phone as I tap my leg and count to try and calm the 3 no 10 no 20 thoughts racing through my head at once.
Please don't see me in the lobby to the therapist office because God forbid you feel pity for me and I have to pretend you don't look just like the doctors looking at the bruises and muscle of the legs that I hate so much.
Please don't see meas I fight against anxiety while baking because despite my trust I can't stop...
Please don't see me and continue tapping away at your phone as I tap my leg and count to try and calm the 3 no 10 no 20 thoughts racing through my head at once.
Please don't see me in the lobby to the therapist office because God forbid you feel pity for me and I have to pretend you don't look just like the doctors looking at the bruises and muscle of the legs that I hate so much.
Please don't see meas I fight against anxiety while baking because despite my trust I can't stop...
#anxiety
#PTSD
#suffering #disappointment
#suffering #disappointment
60 reads
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