Long Poems About PTSD
#PTSD
Long poems about PTSD. 300 words or more, most recently published poems first.
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
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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
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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
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Her
Poem Published
21st Dec 2024 6:47pm
21st Dec 2024 6:47pm
“From The Ashes” - My Take
As a Survivor, I can tell you without hesitation there is no such thing as “greater damage” or “worse pain.” If you are a Survivor, your experience, or a series of events, was painful enough to damage you in unimaginable ways. I don’t need to hear what the trauma was, it’s never insignificant if it alters your reality in some measurable fashion. All you need to tell me is“I’m a survivor” and I will know what it means to you. What it means to me. No details required. I’ve also never had another Survivor ask me for the details of my own personal experiences. I don’t waste time comparing notes....
#inspirational
#MentalHealth
#PTSD #TimeHeals
#PTSD #TimeHeals
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9 Comments
Her
Poem Published
18th Dec 2024 9:38am
18th Dec 2024 9:38am
Hoping Quietness Produces Greatness
Journal Entry
December 17, 2024
I don’t rush to the phone anymore when I hear a text coming through, I barely stop what I’m doing. And it’s not because Suzette said I had to have boundaries with myself and not rush to answer texts like I used to, it’s because the texts are usually meaningless. Not so long ago, when I was so desperate for company that any form of communication from any source would make me feel connected to the world, I would I grab my phone in a millisecond when I heard that tweet. I carried my phone on my person like it was an appendage. It was almost like...
December 17, 2024
I don’t rush to the phone anymore when I hear a text coming through, I barely stop what I’m doing. And it’s not because Suzette said I had to have boundaries with myself and not rush to answer texts like I used to, it’s because the texts are usually meaningless. Not so long ago, when I was so desperate for company that any form of communication from any source would make me feel connected to the world, I would I grab my phone in a millisecond when I heard that tweet. I carried my phone on my person like it was an appendage. It was almost like...
#confessional
#narrative
#nonfiction
#PTSD
#relationships
91 reads
9 Comments
Her
Poem Published
16th Dec 2024 5:29pm
16th Dec 2024 5:29pm
A Rolling Stone Gathers Moss and All Kinds of Shit
Journal Entry
December 15, 2024
11:27am
He’s been asking me all morning if I’m alright, the concern in his voice rippling over me like a warm bath, but this sadness won’t ease. I’ve been fighting with myself for months. I’m tired. I had a mini breakdown last night when I accidentally hit the cut tab instead of the copy tab and lost everything I had been working on all day. My writing was unrecoverable. I had already hit another key. Everything was gone, all of it. Hours of processing what took place the last four years and possibly before. Not all of it, but the most...
December 15, 2024
11:27am
He’s been asking me all morning if I’m alright, the concern in his voice rippling over me like a warm bath, but this sadness won’t ease. I’ve been fighting with myself for months. I’m tired. I had a mini breakdown last night when I accidentally hit the cut tab instead of the copy tab and lost everything I had been working on all day. My writing was unrecoverable. I had already hit another key. Everything was gone, all of it. Hours of processing what took place the last four years and possibly before. Not all of it, but the most...
#confessional
#nonfiction
#PTSD #relationships
#PTSD #relationships
97 reads
8 Comments
Paulajobi
Paula Jobi
Paula Jobi
Poem Published
15th Dec 2024 00:45am
15th Dec 2024 00:45am
Sex is many things.
#hurt
#PTSD
#sex
91 reads
6 Comments
Her
Poem Published
2nd Nov 2024 4:48pm
2nd Nov 2024 4:48pm
My Thought for Today: Hardening a C-PTSD Heart
Learning how to harden my heart is an internal battle I’d rather not wage when I have so many others that need attention, but self preservation in the face of danger, perceived or otherwise, tells me that this cracked exterior of the vessel that holds the way I love may need this type of protecting right now.
Trauma will do that. And it doesn’t have to be the blatant kind of trauma that I’ve lived through and I’m working at overcoming. It’s the little but not so little things that get buried but rear their ugly head along this winding road of healing.
It’s the dismissal...
Trauma will do that. And it doesn’t have to be the blatant kind of trauma that I’ve lived through and I’m working at overcoming. It’s the little but not so little things that get buried but rear their ugly head along this winding road of healing.
It’s the dismissal...
#heartbroken
#PTSD
#sadness
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I_was_rare_once
RareFaction
RareFaction
Poem Published
27th Sep 2024 7:43am
27th Sep 2024 7:43am
You cannot hide behind...
I watch the glow throw me back.
My mind knows past gashes and wounds.
Lie to me, make fake tears and trust.
It's not like I tried to paint the town red.
Treat me just as badly when we were not the darkest.
Sometimes we wished risks didn't end with blood.
Love it when snowfall meets blood.
Lie down and make angels behind your back.
Runes in the white hide all the wounds.
Dust of water is snow, Dusk in times of Trust.
Bled dust stained the snow soul red.
Farthest hope...
My mind knows past gashes and wounds.
Lie to me, make fake tears and trust.
It's not like I tried to paint the town red.
Treat me just as badly when we were not the darkest.
Sometimes we wished risks didn't end with blood.
Love it when snowfall meets blood.
Lie down and make angels behind your back.
Runes in the white hide all the wounds.
Dust of water is snow, Dusk in times of Trust.
Bled dust stained the snow soul red.
Farthest hope...
#abuse
#depression
#PTSD #SelfHarm
#PTSD #SelfHarm
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OyateInyanNajin
Poem Published
7th Sep 2024 4:17am
7th Sep 2024 4:17am
LIKE LACTOSE LAVA FLOW (11-9-1995; Galveston Island, Texas)
wordz circle
wordz spiral
in thermal helixez
like spiraling d n a
as they drift and fall out
of mind z sky z
in a sudden spontaneous
gushing release
of incontinent subliminal wordz
in theze frequent language spillz
az iz the case
in this one here
like lactoze lava flow
like the black ink buzzardz they are
opportunistically scavenging themzelvez
and anything else
they can sink their insatiable
lettered teeth into
az an effectively therapeutic
survival strategic devize
to pick my life...
wordz spiral
in thermal helixez
like spiraling d n a
as they drift and fall out
of mind z sky z
in a sudden spontaneous
gushing release
of incontinent subliminal wordz
in theze frequent language spillz
az iz the case
in this one here
like lactoze lava flow
like the black ink buzzardz they are
opportunistically scavenging themzelvez
and anything else
they can sink their insatiable
lettered teeth into
az an effectively therapeutic
survival strategic devize
to pick my life...
#cancer
#fate
#PTSD
#rebirth
#spiritual
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OyateInyanNajin
Poem Published
27th Aug 2024 5:14am
27th Aug 2024 5:14am
DARK DESERT HIGH NOON (around 1988-(?); in my tiny garage apartment; Leucadia, California)
how many more tiny rooms
must i move to and live in
before i can move and live no more
how many more small rooms
boxes
and cramped dusty spaces
await to further contain me ahead
like these bits of residual dust from my past
still trapped inside all these cardboard moving boxes stacked up unopened in a tight corner behind me which hold so many scattered good memories artifacts broken kept pieces ...
must i move to and live in
before i can move and live no more
how many more small rooms
boxes
and cramped dusty spaces
await to further contain me ahead
like these bits of residual dust from my past
still trapped inside all these cardboard moving boxes stacked up unopened in a tight corner behind me which hold so many scattered good memories artifacts broken kept pieces ...
#anxiety
#disability
#illness
#insomnia
#PTSD
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Just-Rob
Poem Published
23rd Jul 2024 4:58pm
23rd Jul 2024 4:58pm
PSI
So in doing some research I come to realize I have PSI
Passive Suicidal Ideation
Basically, that means I want to die
But
I do not want to be the cause
I am unwilling to carry out the act myself
I hope for bad things to hsppen to me
Like a fatal car accident
A random shooting
An uncurable disease that will result in my death
A heart attack
Being struck by lightning
Anything that will result in my death
That I can feel no guilt about
...
Passive Suicidal Ideation
Basically, that means I want to die
But
I do not want to be the cause
I am unwilling to carry out the act myself
I hope for bad things to hsppen to me
Like a fatal car accident
A random shooting
An uncurable disease that will result in my death
A heart attack
Being struck by lightning
Anything that will result in my death
That I can feel no guilt about
...
#depression
#MentalHealth
#PTSD
#SelfDiscovery
#suicide
516 reads
6 Comments
DU Poetry : Long Poems About PTSD
