Long Poems About PTSD
#PTSD
Long poems about PTSD. 300 words or more, most recently published poems first.
missjem56
Poem Published
4th Apr 2022 1:02am
4th Apr 2022 1:02am
A Snippet Of My Life, and RSD
RSD Rejection Sensitive Dysphoria
had an unhappy childhood, and a heavy handed parent, and bullied at many of the 14 schools i went to. my siblings always referred to me as the sensitive one (but later in life, i came to realise that my sensitivity, was also a plus), have had multiple PTSD events, that don't include my heart attack, as at least the surgeon was there to help me. both parents had MH issues, my fathers was anxiety, and depression, my mothers was very complex, and on some occasions terrified me, and i was the one that found her dead, under particularly unpleasant...
had an unhappy childhood, and a heavy handed parent, and bullied at many of the 14 schools i went to. my siblings always referred to me as the sensitive one (but later in life, i came to realise that my sensitivity, was also a plus), have had multiple PTSD events, that don't include my heart attack, as at least the surgeon was there to help me. both parents had MH issues, my fathers was anxiety, and depression, my mothers was very complex, and on some occasions terrified me, and i was the one that found her dead, under particularly unpleasant...
#hope
#abuse
#LifeAsAWriter #PTSD
#LifeAsAWriter #PTSD
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nightbirdblue
Poem Published
27th Mar 2022 7:14pm
27th Mar 2022 7:14pm
Eighteen
#abuse
#SelfHarm
#alcohol
#PTSD
#FeelingTrapped
493 reads
4 Comments
OyateInyanNajin
Poem Published
26th Jan 2022 4:11am
26th Jan 2022 4:11am
I LIVE
how tired
or brave
this life
this wave
in turbulence
or happiness
drowned or saved
perpetually
either
up or down
stuck
in whats
now become
this decades long
inner hauntings
silent
limbo
of such complex
existential uncertainties
forced forth
by both
circumstance
and fate
it seems
to long wander
what little
now remains
of this
increasingly
toxic
american wasteland...
or brave
this life
this wave
in turbulence
or happiness
drowned or saved
perpetually
either
up or down
stuck
in whats
now become
this decades long
inner hauntings
silent
limbo
of such complex
existential uncertainties
forced forth
by both
circumstance
and fate
it seems
to long wander
what little
now remains
of this
increasingly
toxic
american wasteland...
#illness
#MentalHealth
#PTSD #disability
#PTSD #disability
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BlueBeastGirl
Beasty
Beasty
Poem Published
22nd Oct 2021 8:39pm
22nd Oct 2021 8:39pm
The tragedy of a sister raising a brother
You tell me Im just like her; our shared abuser
Oh brother dear that made me spiral
Here I am just 25 is my brain even fully alive?
Here I am married and suddenly a parent to you
And you want an enemy and hyperfocus on me
The only connection you have to our past
Logically I get it but emotionally I'm being transparent
I'm wrecking everything cuz I can't get over it
Your fourteen you dont know what it means
To have lived the tragic life I have
And maybe I don't understand your trauma either
Our stories are different despite the vast...
Oh brother dear that made me spiral
Here I am just 25 is my brain even fully alive?
Here I am married and suddenly a parent to you
And you want an enemy and hyperfocus on me
The only connection you have to our past
Logically I get it but emotionally I'm being transparent
I'm wrecking everything cuz I can't get over it
Your fourteen you dont know what it means
To have lived the tragic life I have
And maybe I don't understand your trauma either
Our stories are different despite the vast...
#sadness
#grief
#SelfHarm
#PTSD
#disappointment
548 reads
5 Comments
fightorflight
Disa
Disa
Poem Published
29th Aug 2021 10:24pm
29th Aug 2021 10:24pm
Till we meet again
Your desires worked as my night clothes
No light is bright enough to hide your shadows
I can never feel warm because you always stand close
You used me the same way as those who boiled your blood
My first was a demon, I bet you thought
But you're just like him in the eyes of a God
Your power is slipping and dropping to your feet
Look it's like you, lacking a heartbeat
It didn't take long to notice your defeat
You're a martyr who always gets mistreat
Keep...
No light is bright enough to hide your shadows
I can never feel warm because you always stand close
You used me the same way as those who boiled your blood
My first was a demon, I bet you thought
But you're just like him in the eyes of a God
Your power is slipping and dropping to your feet
Look it's like you, lacking a heartbeat
It didn't take long to notice your defeat
You're a martyr who always gets mistreat
Keep...
#abuse
#MentalHealth
#PTSD
#DomesticViolence
#fear
1109 reads
4 Comments
OG-Poetry
Poem Published
25th Jun 2021 5:08am
25th Jun 2021 5:08am
Shu Qi Duke
a story about a boo 👻,
a childhood one,
that struck fear in you,
and your buddies too,
stop you dead
in your fun,
and cause you to run,
in a rough-and-tumble land,
there was a man,
that you developed
a sure fire escape plan,
Shu Qi Duke (shoe- key duke)
the project’s babadook,
of the demented brand,
not a ghost or a spook,
but definitely a kook,
a for-real life
neighborhood bogeyman, ...
a childhood one,
that struck fear in you,
and your buddies too,
stop you dead
in your fun,
and cause you to run,
in a rough-and-tumble land,
there was a man,
that you developed
a sure fire escape plan,
Shu Qi Duke (shoe- key duke)
the project’s babadook,
of the demented brand,
not a ghost or a spook,
but definitely a kook,
a for-real life
neighborhood bogeyman, ...
#childhood
#homelessness
#MentalHealth
#PTSD
#poverty
461 reads
5 Comments
Lozzamus
Poem Published
20th Jun 2021 9:27pm
20th Jun 2021 9:27pm
Homeless, The First Time (Part 4)
The short time I spent in Llanfairfechan allowed me to gain a measure of stability and to contemplate on the direction my life had taken: the musical aspirations that I still felt passionate about, the aimless drifting through Devon and London, the solitary drinking, the fears and anxieties.
After staying in dormitories, sleeping on kitchen floors and sharing a room with international students, I finally got to wake up in a normal bed on my first morning in Wales. In the corner of the room stood the piano that had assisted me through most of my teen years, looking well and...
After staying in dormitories, sleeping on kitchen floors and sharing a room with international students, I finally got to wake up in a normal bed on my first morning in Wales. In the corner of the room stood the piano that had assisted me through most of my teen years, looking well and...
#alcohol
#homelessness
#memories #PTSD
#memories #PTSD
454 reads
6 Comments
Lozzamus
Poem Published
18th Jun 2021 10:49pm
18th Jun 2021 10:49pm
Homeless, The First Time (Part 3)
Okay,' one of my relatives said when I finished explaining. 'There's a student hostel in Kensington. Get a taxi over and we'll meet you there.'
That night, I travelled by taxi to the student hostel in Kensington, but I didn't there stay for long. I had no way of paying the rent. I found Kensington a lonely place to be.
I attempted to get a job selling paintings on the south side of London, but when I arrived at headquarters to start work, the firm didn't have my details and refused to hire me. Given the long list of phobias, I don't really see how the job could have...
That night, I travelled by taxi to the student hostel in Kensington, but I didn't there stay for long. I had no way of paying the rent. I found Kensington a lonely place to be.
I attempted to get a job selling paintings on the south side of London, but when I arrived at headquarters to start work, the firm didn't have my details and refused to hire me. Given the long list of phobias, I don't really see how the job could have...
#anxiety
#homelessness
#PTSD #fear
#PTSD #fear
612 reads
13 Comments
BigVirge
Big Virge
Big Virge
Poem Published
26th May 2021 8:25am
26th May 2021 8:25am
“Heavy Weighs The Toll” ... A Poem written by Big Virge 19/11/2020
Folks It Ain’t NO JOKE ... !!!
HEAVY Weighs The Toll ...
On ... Broken Souls ... !!!
And There Are MORE of Those ...
Than Most People Know ... !!!
Or ... Choose To Believe ...
Because People Like These ...
... DON'T Always Show ...
How Their Issues Control ...
How It Is That They Roll ... !!!
And How The Thoughts That They Hold ...
Are Where Depression Exists ...
And Affects How They Think ...
It’s A VERY DEEP THING ...
That Does MORE Than STING ... !!!
When Thoughts...
HEAVY Weighs The Toll ...
On ... Broken Souls ... !!!
And There Are MORE of Those ...
Than Most People Know ... !!!
Or ... Choose To Believe ...
Because People Like These ...
... DON'T Always Show ...
How Their Issues Control ...
How It Is That They Roll ... !!!
And How The Thoughts That They Hold ...
Are Where Depression Exists ...
And Affects How They Think ...
It’s A VERY DEEP THING ...
That Does MORE Than STING ... !!!
When Thoughts...
#anxiety
#depression
#LifeStruggles
#humankind
#PTSD
449 reads
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Lozzamus
Poem Published
21st May 2021 8:28pm
21st May 2021 8:28pm
Memories That Persist (True Life)
Further discussion must have taken place, for the headmaster decided to send me to a Special School for the Educationally Subnormal, Ten Acres, in Newton Heath. Educationally Subnormal, strong words. I think they even tried to hit me with Learning Difficulties.
Of course, labels like these have the potential to spell out all sorts of problems - for example, the distinct possibility of a lifetime of struggle, in particular of low attainment in schooling and of little to look forward to in terms of employment, along with the possibility of an child-turned adult not coping...
Of course, labels like these have the potential to spell out all sorts of problems - for example, the distinct possibility of a lifetime of struggle, in particular of low attainment in schooling and of little to look forward to in terms of employment, along with the possibility of an child-turned adult not coping...
#music
#memories
#LifeGoals #PTSD
#LifeGoals #PTSD
396 reads
9 Comments
Numer90
Numer0-un0
Numer0-un0
Poem Published
20th May 2021 3:49pm
20th May 2021 3:49pm
EUPHORIA; Euphoric Me!
Me;
I don't talk much "Miss" but when I do, I'm foul mouthed..
Is that alright with you Darling?
My Therapist;
Go to sleep!
Me;
No!.. I don't feel like sleeping..
I.. I.. I'm just.. Oh! Don't mind me..
I just wanna keep blabbing and revealing the contents of my lame brain..
...
I don't talk much "Miss" but when I do, I'm foul mouthed..
Is that alright with you Darling?
My Therapist;
Go to sleep!
Me;
No!.. I don't feel like sleeping..
I.. I.. I'm just.. Oh! Don't mind me..
I just wanna keep blabbing and revealing the contents of my lame brain..
...
#addiction
#PTSD
459 reads
2 Comments
KittyFromHell
Poem Published
10th May 2021 5:11pm
10th May 2021 5:11pm
dirty laundry
I can't name the day
I can't recall the exact order of events
I've lost tally of who started which fight
I forget the days when they drag on into the night
I can't reiterate word for word how you phrased it,
But I remember the sinking feeling in my chest:
A sensation that's felt like an elevator crashing,
Each time coming from a higher level to send me plummeting.
I can't count how many times I've kicked you out,
But it's not far from number of times you just left with venom in your voice
While I shriveled inside crying...
I can't recall the exact order of events
I've lost tally of who started which fight
I forget the days when they drag on into the night
I can't reiterate word for word how you phrased it,
But I remember the sinking feeling in my chest:
A sensation that's felt like an elevator crashing,
Each time coming from a higher level to send me plummeting.
I can't count how many times I've kicked you out,
But it's not far from number of times you just left with venom in your voice
While I shriveled inside crying...
#depression
#abuse
#PTSD
#healing
#emotions
465 reads
1 Comment
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