PTSD Poems
#PTSD
PTSD poems, poetry about post-traumatic stress disorder, an anxiety disorder caused by experiencing a distressing event, like combat, a natural disaster, a car accident or an assault. PTSD can cause a sufferer to relive the traumatic event through nightmares and flashbacks, and they may experience feelings of isolation and guilt. PTSD symptoms are often severe enough to have a significant impact on a person’s day-to-day life.
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
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Carpe_Noctem
Poem Published
9th Dec 2024 11:48am
9th Dec 2024 11:48am
Bloodletting and Leeches
A friend asked me about being raped.
How i thought it happened, what led up to it.
To which i replied
was probably naughty in a past life
in a very vulnerable state and needed a lesson in re-establishing boundaries
A small part died that day
As to what emerged from the fire of tragedy
Whos to say?
How i thought it happened, what led up to it.
To which i replied
was probably naughty in a past life
in a very vulnerable state and needed a lesson in re-establishing boundaries
A small part died that day
As to what emerged from the fire of tragedy
Whos to say?
#PTSD
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5 Comments
Carpe_Noctem
Poem Published
30th Nov 2024 4:20pm
30th Nov 2024 4:20pm
Delving into past memories like a hand deep in the biscuit tin
I'm going to smile, and my smile will sink down into your pupils, and heaven knows what it will become.”
― Jean-Paul Sartre
Never really been one for seeing a therapist, this bleeding of ink being my preferred method.
However embellished or not they may be, remembering. Never let the truth get in the way of a good yarn.
When ones muse, is the literal picking at scars. Well its relatable and understandable how the truth can sometimes gets blurred.
Smoking, that guiding light to the final coffin nail. That said there is something soothing...
― Jean-Paul Sartre
Never really been one for seeing a therapist, this bleeding of ink being my preferred method.
However embellished or not they may be, remembering. Never let the truth get in the way of a good yarn.
When ones muse, is the literal picking at scars. Well its relatable and understandable how the truth can sometimes gets blurred.
Smoking, that guiding light to the final coffin nail. That said there is something soothing...
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeStruggles
#PTSD #suffering
#PTSD #suffering
139 reads
4 Comments
OyateInyanNajin
Poem Published
8th Nov 2024 4:04am
8th Nov 2024 4:04am
ALMOST THERE (I)-(original draft) (East Flagship Hotel Pier Jetty, Galveston Island Texas; 1-29-1997)
i took a trolley
to the beach
walked out to the end of a jetty
gazed numbly out over
this vast gulf of mexico s
seemingly endless horizon
then silently thought to myself
almost there
to the beach
walked out to the end of a jetty
gazed numbly out over
this vast gulf of mexico s
seemingly endless horizon
then silently thought to myself
almost there
#cancer
#depression
#disability
#illness
#PTSD
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dead_lluwi
Poem Published
6th Nov 2024 6:30pm
6th Nov 2024 6:30pm
wine
#dark
#abuse
#childhood
#depression
#PTSD
102 reads
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Duice
Poem Published
17th Oct 2024 5:07pm
17th Oct 2024 5:07pm
Judgement Day
Fully loaded down by stress
focusing spectrum of cuss words to a beam
Sinister regards of carnage
kaleidoscope aimed at opposing team
Boom-Bam-Beam Tourette tics loiter in throated
close support scene
A-10 Warthog BBBRRRRRTTTT
plain in turret attack routines
Dumb luck keep it simple stupid
everybody gotta die seems
Just feed ammo stockpiles
for passovers on horrified screams
Life gave me lemons
I’m handing sour juice no aid of chaser
Only bitter sweet thoughts
aimed chase from infrared laser ...
focusing spectrum of cuss words to a beam
Sinister regards of carnage
kaleidoscope aimed at opposing team
Boom-Bam-Beam Tourette tics loiter in throated
close support scene
A-10 Warthog BBBRRRRRTTTT
plain in turret attack routines
Dumb luck keep it simple stupid
everybody gotta die seems
Just feed ammo stockpiles
for passovers on horrified screams
Life gave me lemons
I’m handing sour juice no aid of chaser
Only bitter sweet thoughts
aimed chase from infrared laser ...
#anger
#frustration
#anxiety
#PTSD
#violence
229 reads
1 Comment
nightbirdblue
Poem Published
11th Oct 2024 3:13pm
11th Oct 2024 3:13pm
The Scotsman
His name was ***** and I trusted him.
He helped me leave my abusive ex husband.
I needed to prove to him that my feelings were real.
But I had no intention of being intimate with him.
I went in for a hug but he kissed me hard instead.
He put his hand up my shirt without my permission.
Then we got caught by the neighbor, humiliating.
I felt pressured, like I had to follow through with this.
So we were intimate, his fingers inside me.
I felt all of my morals corrupting.
This is not what...
He helped me leave my abusive ex husband.
I needed to prove to him that my feelings were real.
But I had no intention of being intimate with him.
I went in for a hug but he kissed me hard instead.
He put his hand up my shirt without my permission.
Then we got caught by the neighbor, humiliating.
I felt pressured, like I had to follow through with this.
So we were intimate, his fingers inside me.
I felt all of my morals corrupting.
This is not what...
#betrayal
#PTSD
#secrets
#shame
#vulnerability
74 reads
Thor_Azine
Poem Published
10th Oct 2024 6:40pm
10th Oct 2024 6:40pm
I Must End the Turmoil
#anxiety
#apathy
#depression
#insomnia
#PTSD
24 reads
5 Comments
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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gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
Poem Published
23rd Sep 2024 5:58pm
23rd Sep 2024 5:58pm
Torrents of Hallucinations
I am merely a black silhouette in the room.
Something plagued by the dreaded psychosis.
I am a burnt out shell of my summery youthful self.
Every moment has a wintry hallucination -
flurries of racing thoughts rage in the gales within.
Formless voices cascading into my ears!
Flooding with intensity, once a trickle into my mind,
This spate of external stimuli - this succession -
this outpouring from the nothingness that is the air - a rushing stream of the imagined!
This frequent dejection, caused by
the swirling of negative...
Something plagued by the dreaded psychosis.
I am a burnt out shell of my summery youthful self.
Every moment has a wintry hallucination -
flurries of racing thoughts rage in the gales within.
Formless voices cascading into my ears!
Flooding with intensity, once a trickle into my mind,
This spate of external stimuli - this succession -
this outpouring from the nothingness that is the air - a rushing stream of the imagined!
This frequent dejection, caused by
the swirling of negative...
#bipolar
#dark
#depression
#MentalHealth
#PTSD
261 reads
9 Comments
moony_
Poem Published
13th Sep 2024 8:08pm
13th Sep 2024 8:08pm
More Nightmares
I don’t know how to get out the words
I just want to curl up
Inside of myself
Please stop looking at me
I just want to curl up
Inside of myself
Please stop looking at me
#anxiety
#PTSD
219 reads
1 Comment
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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