Long Poems About PTSD
#PTSD
Long poems about PTSD. 300 words or more, most recently published poems first.
OyateInyanNajin
Poem Published
14th Apr 2024 00:15am
14th Apr 2024 00:15am
FALLING EVER FURTHER MORE DEEPLY AWAY (12-13-1995, 3:36a.m., Galveston Island, Texas)
i stay up all night at times
perhaps to steal back time
that i feel is being stolen away from me
i stay up in my head
keeping watch from my inner battlements
looking for the shadow of death
breathlessly lurking all about me here
across and throughout each long night
concealed in invisible layers of so much
mysterious deadly craftiness
stealthily stealing ever closer to me
all the time day and night
it knows i watch in wait for it
as even here now
i listen for the clacking ...
perhaps to steal back time
that i feel is being stolen away from me
i stay up in my head
keeping watch from my inner battlements
looking for the shadow of death
breathlessly lurking all about me here
across and throughout each long night
concealed in invisible layers of so much
mysterious deadly craftiness
stealthily stealing ever closer to me
all the time day and night
it knows i watch in wait for it
as even here now
i listen for the clacking ...
#anxiety
#insomnia
#illness
#PTSD
#disability
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alliwantisnothing
Poem Published
10th Apr 2024 3:57am
10th Apr 2024 3:57am
trying to write out my feelings instead of cutting
anguish is flowing in red rivers beneath my skin
and it’s screaming to be let out
i couldn’t tell you where it came from
all i know is that i’m wired wrong
i wouldn’t dare try to talk to anyone beforehand
people either freak out or act annoyed
and in such a vulnerable state,
that is the cyanide of human communication
i wish someone would help me
the way i need to be helped
i usually feel stressed
numb
sad
ashamed
lonely
and overwhelmed ...
and it’s screaming to be let out
i couldn’t tell you where it came from
all i know is that i’m wired wrong
i wouldn’t dare try to talk to anyone beforehand
people either freak out or act annoyed
and in such a vulnerable state,
that is the cyanide of human communication
i wish someone would help me
the way i need to be helped
i usually feel stressed
numb
sad
ashamed
lonely
and overwhelmed ...
#depression
#loneliness
#SelfHarm
#PTSD
#StreamOfConsciousness
327 reads
2 Comments
athar
Poem Published
20th Mar 2024 6:12pm
20th Mar 2024 6:12pm
Talking to Myself
In the recesses of a mind obscured,
Skye sought refuge, her essence secured.
She's woven into the kajira's thread,
Where Drogon's wings o'er shadows spread.
Shielding her from an entropic cruel dance,
A brat's mischief, a warped, fickle chance.
A shard of chaos, a mirror unformed,
A misty reflection, menacingly stormed.
Ah, the Poet intrudes with silent grace,
Demanding canvas for the mind's embrace.
A battle of wills, an internal strife,
The Poet wins, the pen comes to life.
Whispers of verse, the...
Skye sought refuge, her essence secured.
She's woven into the kajira's thread,
Where Drogon's wings o'er shadows spread.
Shielding her from an entropic cruel dance,
A brat's mischief, a warped, fickle chance.
A shard of chaos, a mirror unformed,
A misty reflection, menacingly stormed.
Ah, the Poet intrudes with silent grace,
Demanding canvas for the mind's embrace.
A battle of wills, an internal strife,
The Poet wins, the pen comes to life.
Whispers of verse, the...
#MentalHealth
#PTSD
185 reads
2 Comments
Luvmeh
Dimitris
Dimitris
Poem Published
8th Jun 2023 11:27pm
8th Jun 2023 11:27pm
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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SPIRIT
Poem Published
13th May 2023 12:47pm
13th May 2023 12:47pm
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
838 reads
6 Comments
Orc_Pirate_68
Poem Published
11th Jan 2023 7:00pm
11th Jan 2023 7:00pm
Content Warnings
Hello DUP,
I have an issue you see?
I have poems show up on my feed,
No way of knowing the tags before I read,
Unless I were to go all the way to the poet's page,
And that fills me with a sense of rage,
I am sex averse/repulsed, and have PTSD too,
This isn't just a bunch of hullabaloo,
Meaning I go from hating reading about/seeing sex/overly sexual things,
To hating reading about/seeing sex/overly sexual things,
And am also reminded of times
As a child and young teen sometimes,
When that kind of stuff would pop up on my...
I have an issue you see?
I have poems show up on my feed,
No way of knowing the tags before I read,
Unless I were to go all the way to the poet's page,
And that fills me with a sense of rage,
I am sex averse/repulsed, and have PTSD too,
This isn't just a bunch of hullabaloo,
Meaning I go from hating reading about/seeing sex/overly sexual things,
To hating reading about/seeing sex/overly sexual things,
And am also reminded of times
As a child and young teen sometimes,
When that kind of stuff would pop up on my...
#anger
#MentalHealth
#frustration
#PTSD
#StreamOfConsciousness
350 reads
7 Comments
Styxian
Poem Published
2nd Nov 2022 00:40am
2nd Nov 2022 00:40am
"Your Name Goes Here"
Dear "______",
We're going to be okay.
But just in case,
I wrote you this note.
When I'm quiet, it's not to shun you,
I'm just at that place in my head.
I'm not even sure that it's within my brain.
It has it's own space, muffling my ears
and glazing my eyes
-It's all reversed, to outside in.
So I go deaf and blind, to many things,
but it's only temporary.
Doctors try to label it,
but I won't sit my ass in their box.
It's too small.
They can't even see the expanse
of all of my thoughts,...
We're going to be okay.
But just in case,
I wrote you this note.
When I'm quiet, it's not to shun you,
I'm just at that place in my head.
I'm not even sure that it's within my brain.
It has it's own space, muffling my ears
and glazing my eyes
-It's all reversed, to outside in.
So I go deaf and blind, to many things,
but it's only temporary.
Doctors try to label it,
but I won't sit my ass in their box.
It's too small.
They can't even see the expanse
of all of my thoughts,...
#PTSD
#Autism
966 reads
17 Comments
BlueBeastGirl
Beasty
Beasty
Poem Published
14th Aug 2022 9:06am
14th Aug 2022 9:06am
The chain of pills
I dont want to be on drugs forever
I know my wants don't matter anymore
My blood would kill me the moment I stop
My mind would spiral down to the darkest depths
So I swallow the pills... Of various unlovely colors
Colors of off dark greens, pale browns and sickly egg shell white
They stick to my tongue and cause my face to scrunch up in disgust
I know they make them nasty on purpose
It's so you don't enjoy taking them
But I'll be taking this drug the rest of my life
And who the fuck would take blood thinners for fun
Couldn't...
I know my wants don't matter anymore
My blood would kill me the moment I stop
My mind would spiral down to the darkest depths
So I swallow the pills... Of various unlovely colors
Colors of off dark greens, pale browns and sickly egg shell white
They stick to my tongue and cause my face to scrunch up in disgust
I know they make them nasty on purpose
It's so you don't enjoy taking them
But I'll be taking this drug the rest of my life
And who the fuck would take blood thinners for fun
Couldn't...
#illness
#PTSD
#despair
#disability
#weakness
611 reads
5 Comments
Countrygirl96
Poem Published
27th Jul 2022 5:17am
27th Jul 2022 5:17am
Anxiety Hurts
Sometimes I find it hard to breath...
New surrounding and different routines makes my hair stand on alert
Unfamiliar places and faces send my mind racing to flee
Bringing light to the green monster named Anxiety upon my shoulder
Causing me to appear nervous and giving me the jitters
Sometimes I find it hard to speak...
People I know and trust but will I say something wrong
Do they find me annoying or think i'm stupid
Anxiety causing me to stutter and grow quiet
Avoiding conversations so I don't make a fool of myself
...
New surrounding and different routines makes my hair stand on alert
Unfamiliar places and faces send my mind racing to flee
Bringing light to the green monster named Anxiety upon my shoulder
Causing me to appear nervous and giving me the jitters
Sometimes I find it hard to speak...
People I know and trust but will I say something wrong
Do they find me annoying or think i'm stupid
Anxiety causing me to stutter and grow quiet
Avoiding conversations so I don't make a fool of myself
...
#anxiety
#LifeStruggles
#MentalHealth #PTSD
#MentalHealth #PTSD
612 reads
2 Comments
Lozzamus
Poem Published
10th Jul 2022 11:49pm
10th Jul 2022 11:49pm
I Escaped, But Only Just - Part 9: Crisis
#childhood
#bullying
#memories #PTSD
#memories #PTSD
313 reads
8 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
30th Jun 2022 3:43am
30th Jun 2022 3:43am
Straight Talk (When The Core Of The Mind Refuses To Speak Coherently)
I will attempt to elaborate on the more aggressive theories that seem to marginalize, relevant concerns that has made me ponder and see if I intricate the whys, or at least find the source of its understanding.
I had to revisit the concept of understanding the complexities of the mind due in part.
Mental illness seems to on the uprise, and it is affecting our youth at an alarming rate. Thus far the statistical for adults has not started for the margin.
A slope in the statistical incline, or shift seems to be affecting the Caucasian...
I had to revisit the concept of understanding the complexities of the mind due in part.
Mental illness seems to on the uprise, and it is affecting our youth at an alarming rate. Thus far the statistical for adults has not started for the margin.
A slope in the statistical incline, or shift seems to be affecting the Caucasian...
#anxiety
#depression
#bipolar
#MentalHealth
#PTSD
819 reads
9 Comments
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