Poems About PTSD Seeking Honest Critique
#PTSD
Poems about PTSD seeking honest critique. Honest feedback has been requested for these poems.
Psychosomatic Disentanglement
A war-frayed silo
rented out by flickering muses.
Trauma-bred neural chamber
toed through by passing persons.
Codes bleed the papers.
Amygdala arm casings litter the shed.
Morse sirens read S.O.S.
years after gaslight flare bombardment.
Spring to spruce it up,
more windows to an environment post-conflict.
The sun pours in
on a creature of trauma.
The writer puffs exhaust from typing
indecipherable compulsive script.
The eyes peeking in mirror the same...
rented out by flickering muses.
Trauma-bred neural chamber
toed through by passing persons.
Codes bleed the papers.
Amygdala arm casings litter the shed.
Morse sirens read S.O.S.
years after gaslight flare bombardment.
Spring to spruce it up,
more windows to an environment post-conflict.
The sun pours in
on a creature of trauma.
The writer puffs exhaust from typing
indecipherable compulsive script.
The eyes peeking in mirror the same...
#hope
#humankind
#PTSD
#SelfDiscovery
#acceptance
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the evil flower
you’ve still not found the thing in you
that’s so unloveable
but sometimes glimpse yourself
a product of the past
about whom your therapist said
“from the start
I knew there’d been abuse”
it sometimes feels like life
is just a fight against
what was put in your head
when you were 5 years old
the evil flower blossoming
between your ears
below your scalp
that if you feed it could remain
its own garden
until you’re 65
but grown in the bathroom at 5
as you hid
and...
that’s so unloveable
but sometimes glimpse yourself
a product of the past
about whom your therapist said
“from the start
I knew there’d been abuse”
it sometimes feels like life
is just a fight against
what was put in your head
when you were 5 years old
the evil flower blossoming
between your ears
below your scalp
that if you feed it could remain
its own garden
until you’re 65
but grown in the bathroom at 5
as you hid
and...
#childhood
#abuse
#memories #PTSD
#memories #PTSD
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From Tempest to Triumph: A Katrina Chronicle
In '05, Katrina knocked on my door,
Took my world, left me wanting more.
A decade in sorrow, a heart torn in two,
PTSD, anxiety, the companions I knew.
I questioned my being, I locked myself in,
Running from demons, I couldn't begin.
Yet in that long tunnel, a pinpoint of light,
Guided my journey back into the night.
Locked away, asking, "Who could I be?"
A soul searching for an identity.
The demons I ran from, now face-to-face,
In this healing journey, I found my place.
From scattered pieces, a mosaic made new, ...
Took my world, left me wanting more.
A decade in sorrow, a heart torn in two,
PTSD, anxiety, the companions I knew.
I questioned my being, I locked myself in,
Running from demons, I couldn't begin.
Yet in that long tunnel, a pinpoint of light,
Guided my journey back into the night.
Locked away, asking, "Who could I be?"
A soul searching for an identity.
The demons I ran from, now face-to-face,
In this healing journey, I found my place.
From scattered pieces, a mosaic made new, ...
#anxiety
#fate
#myself
#SelfReflection
#PTSD
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Safe Place To Scream
#BDSM
#spiritual
#SelfReflection
#PTSD
#metaphor
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Dark Past
There were cuts on my wrist,
I can still see the scars.
Like white powder lines,
separated like stars.
They’ve been written and scribbled,
chewed on and nibbled,
by the 2-year-old in my heart.
But the dark sky would be less bright,
without its stars.
I can still see the scars.
Like white powder lines,
separated like stars.
They’ve been written and scribbled,
chewed on and nibbled,
by the 2-year-old in my heart.
But the dark sky would be less bright,
without its stars.
#anxiety
#SelfHarm
#insomnia
#PTSD
#vulnerability
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BOMB
the shock
embeds itself
in the skin
the heart
the bones
the brain
so that every fiber
waits for the trigger,
and even
aging bones know
years after
the fact
and that bomb
only dozes --
restless,
volatile,
its reaction
visceral,
a toxic mist
rising
through layer
on layer,
seeping through
the meninges,
enveloping
the mind
embeds itself
in the skin
the heart
the bones
the brain
so that every fiber
waits for the trigger,
and even
aging bones know
years after
the fact
and that bomb
only dozes --
restless,
volatile,
its reaction
visceral,
a toxic mist
rising
through layer
on layer,
seeping through
the meninges,
enveloping
the mind
#PTSD
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Ol dirty wolfstard
Living on the edge of time
Poking holes for the light to shine forks and knives but spoons are all you care
People run in circles you reach out no one's there
Starstruck fell in love with one stare
Fallen left alone she's always there
True love blinding everything's just
Eyes full of tears and stomach full of lust
Time is messed up all hours are the same
Relentless effort for a prize to claim
Days months years blend in fall like rain
Crawling through a dream denying the pain
Restless cranked doped...
Poking holes for the light to shine forks and knives but spoons are all you care
People run in circles you reach out no one's there
Starstruck fell in love with one stare
Fallen left alone she's always there
True love blinding everything's just
Eyes full of tears and stomach full of lust
Time is messed up all hours are the same
Relentless effort for a prize to claim
Days months years blend in fall like rain
Crawling through a dream denying the pain
Restless cranked doped...
#anxiety
#addiction
#OCD #PTSD
#OCD #PTSD
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Resurgence: A Journey Unveiled
In the depths of despair, embraced in the year 2018,
My spirit embarked on a chase, a journey of fate.
From darkness' clutches, I emerged to see the light,
A quest of self-discovery, my heart alight.
Oh, what an untamed path, a ride of wild extremes,
An adventure tumultuous, unbinding my dreams.
I heeded the whispers deep within, yearnings untold,
Through pain and struggle, my starting point I behold.
In the ballet of demons, my soul danced with woe,
Yet from that agony, my voice began to grow.
In fragments shattered, I reclaimed what was...
My spirit embarked on a chase, a journey of fate.
From darkness' clutches, I emerged to see the light,
A quest of self-discovery, my heart alight.
Oh, what an untamed path, a ride of wild extremes,
An adventure tumultuous, unbinding my dreams.
I heeded the whispers deep within, yearnings untold,
Through pain and struggle, my starting point I behold.
In the ballet of demons, my soul danced with woe,
Yet from that agony, my voice began to grow.
In fragments shattered, I reclaimed what was...
#depression
#SelfReflection
#PTSD
#choices
#SelfWorth
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Trauma Symbols Everyone
Fishing line dragged from the dirt
Pink, red and blue knotted around
Fish bones, lures and worms
The more you pull the more it comes
Bigger and bigger it will reveal it all
And it will never, never stop just watch
Rotting bones of brown, white and grey
Lures glittering in the clear sunlight
Painted sightless eyes and eyes that follow
Glowing gummy worms all shapes, all colors
Flashing tear shaped metal, bronze, silver, gold
Up and up it comes from the depths of muck
Pink, red and blue knotted around
Fish bones, lures and worms
The more you pull the more it comes
Bigger and bigger it will reveal it all
And it will never, never stop just watch
Rotting bones of brown, white and grey
Lures glittering in the clear sunlight
Painted sightless eyes and eyes that follow
Glowing gummy worms all shapes, all colors
Flashing tear shaped metal, bronze, silver, gold
Up and up it comes from the depths of muck
#MentalHealth
#PTSD
#despair
#nightmares
#hurt
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how to stop dog aggression (i saw you in my dream pt 1)
receding swollen gums
bare your ugly dog teeth
sharpened and glistening
and oh, so ready
bearing resemblance to
whipping of thin thistle
eager and yearning
restless urge to gnaw
someone please save me...
needles embed into my skin
it's something; not enough
in my bed of dog hair
he looks down
he still looks down on me
caging me in; restless lover
crying out, curling up
giving in so tenderly to him
looking down to show his smile
crumpled up in darkened dirt
caressing my hair,...
bare your ugly dog teeth
sharpened and glistening
and oh, so ready
bearing resemblance to
whipping of thin thistle
eager and yearning
restless urge to gnaw
someone please save me...
needles embed into my skin
it's something; not enough
in my bed of dog hair
he looks down
he still looks down on me
caging me in; restless lover
crying out, curling up
giving in so tenderly to him
looking down to show his smile
crumpled up in darkened dirt
caressing my hair,...
#father
#secrets
#abuse
#PTSD
#fear
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LIFE...interrupted
Well, here we are together again
Although we've never officially been introduced...
you feel like an old friend
We seem to meet when things fall apart
in the world, in my life, my heart
so many feelings tumbling all over each other...
don't know where to really start
Even the beginning was dimming
Survivor of a predator's sinning
Carried that shadow of burden for years
Didn't know how to shake the fears and good God the tears
I drew to what I knew
Education, writing, advanced learning
the only quench to this...
Although we've never officially been introduced...
you feel like an old friend
We seem to meet when things fall apart
in the world, in my life, my heart
so many feelings tumbling all over each other...
don't know where to really start
Even the beginning was dimming
Survivor of a predator's sinning
Carried that shadow of burden for years
Didn't know how to shake the fears and good God the tears
I drew to what I knew
Education, writing, advanced learning
the only quench to this...
#depression
#SelfHarm
#MentalHealth #PTSD
#MentalHealth #PTSD
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i call my childhood my home
i lay alone in my closet
hiding in baby blankets
to imitate what i miss
but cannot remember
something that feels a lot like
getting stung in the palm by a bee
stomping so my shoes light up
now, carbon monoxide spreads
i live in a collapsing home
where my voice no longer echos
glassless windows; no doors
even the rat infestation is gone
voices still whispering to me
keep quiet; keep good secrets
what is still keeping me here
something holding me back
sleeping inside my...
hiding in baby blankets
to imitate what i miss
but cannot remember
something that feels a lot like
getting stung in the palm by a bee
stomping so my shoes light up
now, carbon monoxide spreads
i live in a collapsing home
where my voice no longer echos
glassless windows; no doors
even the rat infestation is gone
voices still whispering to me
keep quiet; keep good secrets
what is still keeping me here
something holding me back
sleeping inside my...
#PTSD
#nostalgia
#childhood
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DU Poetry : Poems About PTSD Seeking Honest Critique