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
mea_ultima_verba
Poem Published
22nd Jan 2025 7:00pm
22nd Jan 2025 7:00pm
ill tell you my sins save my tears plz (everyone's disapproval she giggled at a funeral that day she knew she was ill)
#LifeStruggles
#MentalHealth
#PTSD #suicide
#PTSD #suicide
30 reads
0 Comments
LunaDahlia
Poem Published
4th Jan 2025 3:52pm
4th Jan 2025 3:52pm
Down The Rabbit Hole Of My Trauma And Nightmares (Chapter 2)
#PTSD
#suffering
33 reads
0 Comments
LunaDahlia
Poem Published
24th Dec 2024 4:41am
24th Dec 2024 4:41am
Down the Rabbit Hole Of My Trauma And Nightmares
#abuse
#nightmares
#suffering #PTSD
#suffering #PTSD
38 reads
2 Comments
Paulajobi
Paula Jobi
Paula Jobi
Poem Published
6th Jan 2025 5:58am
6th Jan 2025 5:58am
Bo's Shadow
Bo was 6 yrs old when he made a full body
silhouette in class. He chose black paper and he carefully cut it out and brought it home proudly.
He called it his shadow.
He taped it to his wall near his bed and there it
stayed for 3 years. The longest our mom had ever stayed in any apartment. The building was owned by our extremely perverted aunt. She liked to touch him.
So did our Mom. The entire family was like that. He
secretly told me that he put his soul into his "shadow" to keep it safe from mom, our aunt - the entire family! ...
silhouette in class. He chose black paper and he carefully cut it out and brought it home proudly.
He called it his shadow.
He taped it to his wall near his bed and there it
stayed for 3 years. The longest our mom had ever stayed in any apartment. The building was owned by our extremely perverted aunt. She liked to touch him.
So did our Mom. The entire family was like that. He
secretly told me that he put his soul into his "shadow" to keep it safe from mom, our aunt - the entire family! ...
#abuse
#graveyard
#hate #PTSD
#hate #PTSD
52 reads
2 Comments
Paulajobi
Paula Jobi
Paula Jobi
Poem Published
15th Dec 2024 8:54am
15th Dec 2024 8:54am
Today
#anxiety
#dark
#fear
#memories
#PTSD
53 reads
1 Comment
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
58 reads
3 Comments
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