Least Read Poems About PTSD
#PTSD
Least read poems about PTSD. Find an undiscovered masterpiece in the DU Poetry least read poems.
Thor_Azine
Poem Published
5th Apr 2024 6:54pm
5th Apr 2024 6:54pm
No You Don’t
No you don’t
Please
Say it again, say you know
how I feel and that shiny Mont Blanc
pen you love to flaunt about will be
buried up to the gold ring in your neck
Sorry sir, didn’t catch that last bit
yup, daydreaming again
Therapist, gimme a fucking break
Oops, I got too “angry” and its Thorazine
for the win!
It’s cute that you think I’m sedated
I’ve built a tolerance up, you’ve gotta
bring that shit
Okay so to recap
Love the family, hate the coworkers
and it’s a bad...
Please
Say it again, say you know
how I feel and that shiny Mont Blanc
pen you love to flaunt about will be
buried up to the gold ring in your neck
Sorry sir, didn’t catch that last bit
yup, daydreaming again
Therapist, gimme a fucking break
Oops, I got too “angry” and its Thorazine
for the win!
It’s cute that you think I’m sedated
I’ve built a tolerance up, you’ve gotta
bring that shit
Okay so to recap
Love the family, hate the coworkers
and it’s a bad...
#anger
#PTSD
#healing
9 reads
5 Comments
Thor_Azine
Poem Published
2nd Aug 2024 10:54pm
2nd Aug 2024 10:54pm
Seeds Planted at Night
The nightmares bare the stench
of the boats, rotting flesh and the
street lamp humming of flies
feasting upon death
Even amidst the garden of Edom
on blood soaked ground, with sun
bleached bones I worry so much
more for the moral decay
A subtle recalibration of the notions
of good and evil breeding
machines that kill adorned with
flesh and uniforms
How easily it came to put knife
to flesh, dealing death like playing
cards, aces and eights, bullets
before bargaining
In the swirling duality...
of the boats, rotting flesh and the
street lamp humming of flies
feasting upon death
Even amidst the garden of Edom
on blood soaked ground, with sun
bleached bones I worry so much
more for the moral decay
A subtle recalibration of the notions
of good and evil breeding
machines that kill adorned with
flesh and uniforms
How easily it came to put knife
to flesh, dealing death like playing
cards, aces and eights, bullets
before bargaining
In the swirling duality...
#nightmares
#PTSD
#soldiers #war
#soldiers #war
15 reads
8 Comments
Thor_Azine
Poem Published
10th Oct 2024 6:40pm
10th Oct 2024 6:40pm
I Must End the Turmoil
#anxiety
#apathy
#depression
#insomnia
#PTSD
19 reads
5 Comments
Paulajobi
Paula Jobi
Paula Jobi
Poem Published
15th Dec 2024 8:54am
15th Dec 2024 8:54am
Today
#anxiety
#dark
#fear
#memories
#PTSD
33 reads
1 Comment
moony_
Poem Published
10th Dec 2024 3:27am
10th Dec 2024 3:27am
No More
I can’t breathe
“He is going to Colorado State, you know.”
“I told him you were going there.”
I can’t breathe
“Why would you say that to her? You know what happened!”
“Don’t talk to him about her!”
“That is a horrible thing to say, you made her sick!”
I can’t breathe
“I’m sorry”
I can’t breathe
“He isn’t actually going there. Well, I don’t know he said he was accepted or something…”
“I thought it was funny…”
I can’t breathe
“In what world is that funny?”
“You need...
“He is going to Colorado State, you know.”
“I told him you were going there.”
I can’t breathe
“Why would you say that to her? You know what happened!”
“Don’t talk to him about her!”
“That is a horrible thing to say, you made her sick!”
I can’t breathe
“I’m sorry”
I can’t breathe
“He isn’t actually going there. Well, I don’t know he said he was accepted or something…”
“I thought it was funny…”
I can’t breathe
“In what world is that funny?”
“You need...
#emotions
#MeToo
#PTSD
36 reads
3 Comments
Carpe_Noctem
Poem Published
16th Dec 2024 2:36pm
16th Dec 2024 2:36pm
Again we pick scabs
pooled wax sits the faint last few flickers of the candle
scented ? or perhaps unscented sorrow
however do you like coffee
steaming hot espresso or iced cold latte?
a train passes by on a frost bitten winters day
the station briefly frozen in time
prompt though the next train
only the passengers know their true destination
years pass by
or was it the changing of winter to spring
back again to pitfalls wandering through glaciers
laying dormant await the...
scented ? or perhaps unscented sorrow
however do you like coffee
steaming hot espresso or iced cold latte?
a train passes by on a frost bitten winters day
the station briefly frozen in time
prompt though the next train
only the passengers know their true destination
years pass by
or was it the changing of winter to spring
back again to pitfalls wandering through glaciers
laying dormant await the...
#depression
#healing
#PTSD
41 reads
2 Comments
Paulajobi
Paula Jobi
Paula Jobi
Poem Published
14th Dec 2024 11:45pm
14th Dec 2024 11:45pm
Again
#hurt
#PTSD
#sex
44 reads
2 Comments
Carpe_Noctem
Poem Published
11th Dec 2024 10:03am
11th Dec 2024 10:03am
Meaningful title inserted
it's two am
slept
maybe an hour
two uninterrupted dreamers
laying undisturbed
enter the muse
tangoing into the mind's eye
quickening the pace
flowing coffee
freshly brewed as scant offering
she summons me
wounds still fresh in the blistering sun
yet to scar over
still puss and scab
sorrows embrace of sadness grips me
still the door creaks, opened by her
drawing from the joint
gently she guides me
my smoke shadow, mere illusion
...
slept
maybe an hour
two uninterrupted dreamers
laying undisturbed
enter the muse
tangoing into the mind's eye
quickening the pace
flowing coffee
freshly brewed as scant offering
she summons me
wounds still fresh in the blistering sun
yet to scar over
still puss and scab
sorrows embrace of sadness grips me
still the door creaks, opened by her
drawing from the joint
gently she guides me
my smoke shadow, mere illusion
...
#healing
#PTSD
48 reads
3 Comments
Carpe_Noctem
Poem Published
14th Dec 2024 6:06am
14th Dec 2024 6:06am
Sleepless Lunatic
burnt offerings sacrificed to the full moon
a childhood memory evoked
stepping into Opas study (grandfather for those unfamiliar)
smelling of old musty books and stale cigarettes
a tremendous scent to be sure
his ashtray as piled up as mine is becoming
just thinking about what he saw as a boy during world war two
causes me to light up another burnt offering
even as the last smoulders and dies
a childhood memory evoked
stepping into Opas study (grandfather for those unfamiliar)
smelling of old musty books and stale cigarettes
a tremendous scent to be sure
his ashtray as piled up as mine is becoming
just thinking about what he saw as a boy during world war two
causes me to light up another burnt offering
even as the last smoulders and dies
#memories
#PTSD
#TimeHeals
49 reads
2 Comments
Paulajobi
Paula Jobi
Paula Jobi
Poem Published
18th Dec 2024 5:53pm
18th Dec 2024 5:53pm
Agoraphobia
abused
girl
ominous
rape
aggression
putdowns
hurt
overwrought
beatings
i just can't deal with this
anxiety
girl
ominous
rape
aggression
putdowns
hurt
overwrought
beatings
i just can't deal with this
anxiety
#anxiety
#apathy
#depression #PTSD
#depression #PTSD
51 reads
2 Comments
Carpe_Noctem
Poem Published
17th Dec 2024 10:16am
17th Dec 2024 10:16am
Untitled for some reason
sometimes I would walk to the kitchen, coffee mug in hand
forget why it was I had found myself in the kitchen
perhaps it was the howling winds loud knocking on the door?
regarding clothes, treat yourself never comes to mind
the rags I wear, stay on me for days
or... till they fall apart in the end
sometimes I might run a scalding bath, fall asleep till the water is icey
often times I will fill the water back up, nice and hot
drifting off just above the water line flirting with buoyancy
forget why it was I had found myself in the kitchen
perhaps it was the howling winds loud knocking on the door?
regarding clothes, treat yourself never comes to mind
the rags I wear, stay on me for days
or... till they fall apart in the end
sometimes I might run a scalding bath, fall asleep till the water is icey
often times I will fill the water back up, nice and hot
drifting off just above the water line flirting with buoyancy
#healing
#PTSD
52 reads
5 Comments
BLO
B.
B.
Poem Published
16th Dec 2024 10:35am
16th Dec 2024 10:35am
Fixation Without Dilation.
This is why.
In hours of loathing
Turned over
Exposed and eroding
This is why.
Time standing still
Makeshift alignment
Contemplating parallels.
This is why
Soothing souls
Require heat
Mending the flesh
This is why
Death stands idle
Represented malicious
Peaceful conditions
Token delight
An eye for an eye
Rotary distilled
Cerebral correlation
Opioid use
A rather disgust
Mournful abuse
Confused and tallied
Obituary a turncoat
A tail tucked...
In hours of loathing
Turned over
Exposed and eroding
This is why.
Time standing still
Makeshift alignment
Contemplating parallels.
This is why
Soothing souls
Require heat
Mending the flesh
This is why
Death stands idle
Represented malicious
Peaceful conditions
Token delight
An eye for an eye
Rotary distilled
Cerebral correlation
Opioid use
A rather disgust
Mournful abuse
Confused and tallied
Obituary a turncoat
A tail tucked...
#depression
#drugs
#LifeStruggles #PTSD
#LifeStruggles #PTSD
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DU Poetry : Least Read Poems About PTSD
