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.
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
Carpe_Noctem
Poem Published
23rd Jul 2024 8:34pm
23rd Jul 2024 8:34pm
Looking a little shaky there ?
What makes you think that
Is it the way the tumbler of whiskey is held
Soft rhythmic clinking of ice
Perhaps the passing sirens
Accompanying a scarcely visible trembling knee
Dead give away then when a deafening thudding
From a passing backfired car
Sends chills and sweat even for a sec
The lights warm spark provides brief comfort
Another coffin nail
Adorns the overflowing offering bowl
Is it the way the tumbler of whiskey is held
Soft rhythmic clinking of ice
Perhaps the passing sirens
Accompanying a scarcely visible trembling knee
Dead give away then when a deafening thudding
From a passing backfired car
Sends chills and sweat even for a sec
The lights warm spark provides brief comfort
Another coffin nail
Adorns the overflowing offering bowl
#PTSD
#suffering
105 reads
0 Comments
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
482 reads
6 Comments
WillowsWhimsies
Poem Published
12th Jul 2024 4:06pm
12th Jul 2024 4:06pm
double shot of WTF...
I hear it alot
mainly from people who don't really know me
you're so quiet
yeah right...
...If they only knew
it's never quiet in my ADHD mind
& sometimes my thoughts go so fast
they outpace my ability to edit
as I'm struggling with the words
making chaos out of order...no...wait...reverse that...
...see what I mean
before I can lock the thought down...
I realize I've already said it
...oops...
if I open my mouth...
& nothing comes out...
I'm straining to capture the...
mainly from people who don't really know me
you're so quiet
yeah right...
...If they only knew
it's never quiet in my ADHD mind
& sometimes my thoughts go so fast
they outpace my ability to edit
as I'm struggling with the words
making chaos out of order...no...wait...reverse that...
...see what I mean
before I can lock the thought down...
I realize I've already said it
...oops...
if I open my mouth...
& nothing comes out...
I'm straining to capture the...
#ADHD
#anxiety
#confessional
#PTSD
#vulnerability
200 reads
13 Comments
fightorflight
Disa
Disa
Poem Published
7th Jul 2024 11:22pm
7th Jul 2024 11:22pm
Hair on the back of my neck
Bite for my lips to peel
Bruises mostly teal
Reactions unable to heal
Periphreal vision clear
It's not true just because I feel
Can't trust what I hear
Always sure someone's near
Lay on the bed nerves on third gear
Never too long without watching rear
Free of terror but live in sheer
Trust my gut even when it's not real
Bruises mostly teal
Reactions unable to heal
Periphreal vision clear
It's not true just because I feel
Can't trust what I hear
Always sure someone's near
Lay on the bed nerves on third gear
Never too long without watching rear
Free of terror but live in sheer
Trust my gut even when it's not real
#escape
#fear
#nightmares
#PTSD
#revenge
119 reads
3 Comments
I_was_rare_once
RareFaction
RareFaction
Poem Published
1st Jul 2024 7:22pm
1st Jul 2024 7:22pm
#11
In the dark of the midnight mood swings
I think strange thoughts I think deep things
Lost in repeating memories I wont let myself erase, perceive the past made up of sins and mistakes.
No.
Lies take me nowhere.
Lies say it's not fair.
Pain makes for good fear.
Sin tells that Gods not there.
Does it?
Yes.
Trust it?
Mm
Don't judge me, I'm just talking straight things,
Just staying real clean,
Still have my issues try to keep clear of the fake scene.
When I go to sleep I feel like my life is weak like I cannot believe...
I think strange thoughts I think deep things
Lost in repeating memories I wont let myself erase, perceive the past made up of sins and mistakes.
No.
Lies take me nowhere.
Lies say it's not fair.
Pain makes for good fear.
Sin tells that Gods not there.
Does it?
Yes.
Trust it?
Mm
Don't judge me, I'm just talking straight things,
Just staying real clean,
Still have my issues try to keep clear of the fake scene.
When I go to sleep I feel like my life is weak like I cannot believe...
#PTSD
159 reads
0 Comments
I_was_rare_once
RareFaction
RareFaction
Poem Published
1st Jul 2024 7:22pm
1st Jul 2024 7:22pm
#10
Blink.
Sometimes it feels like that is all I can do.
At sometime I lost control and so I'll just drown it out.
Blink.
The light coming from my window falls sweetly on my pillow.
Hard to move on when nothing is wrong.
glance over next to me, asleep and content dreaming of where we have been.
Get out of bed, take a few steps see no regrets coming out of this one.
Dark. Its hot and its wet got the steam and the scent so now I am finally clean.
White, had my eyes closed for to long, think reality's gone, nope, just my morning coffee.
How...
Sometimes it feels like that is all I can do.
At sometime I lost control and so I'll just drown it out.
Blink.
The light coming from my window falls sweetly on my pillow.
Hard to move on when nothing is wrong.
glance over next to me, asleep and content dreaming of where we have been.
Get out of bed, take a few steps see no regrets coming out of this one.
Dark. Its hot and its wet got the steam and the scent so now I am finally clean.
White, had my eyes closed for to long, think reality's gone, nope, just my morning coffee.
How...
#depression
#PTSD
#SelfHarm
221 reads
0 Comments
moony_
Poem Published
14th Jun 2024 8:12pm
14th Jun 2024 8:12pm
First Memory: 4th Grade
I’m tired
I don’t think I slept at all last night
I kept thinking of her
My inner child
I’m working on healing her
My therapist told me
To imagine her
And me
In the same room
I hugged her so tight
We both couldn’t stop crying
Healing is going through the motions
So that’s what I’m going to do
We are in this together
I don’t think I slept at all last night
I kept thinking of her
My inner child
I’m working on healing her
My therapist told me
To imagine her
And me
In the same room
I hugged her so tight
We both couldn’t stop crying
Healing is going through the motions
So that’s what I’m going to do
We are in this together
#healing
#memories
#MentalHealth #PTSD
#MentalHealth #PTSD
211 reads
4 Comments
PurrfectlyPoetic
Purr
Purr
Poem Published
11th Jun 2024 6:52pm
11th Jun 2024 6:52pm
Venting with a tired growl
#anxiety
#bipolar
#depression
#MentalHealth
#PTSD
98 reads
1 Comment
Nixprty
Poem Published
9th Jun 2024 3:29am
9th Jun 2024 3:29am
Memories
You told me you forgot,
How does that feel?
I remember everything,
From the tears in your eyes,
To how you looked with blood on your sleeves.
I’m happy you can forget,
How does one forget?
I remember you screaming,
Can you still hear it?
Can you still make that noise?
I sit awake at night,
While you grasp onto remnants of nightmares.
I suffer like you,
But I suffer with my eyes open.
What else...
How does that feel?
I remember everything,
From the tears in your eyes,
To how you looked with blood on your sleeves.
I’m happy you can forget,
How does one forget?
I remember you screaming,
Can you still hear it?
Can you still make that noise?
I sit awake at night,
While you grasp onto remnants of nightmares.
I suffer like you,
But I suffer with my eyes open.
What else...
#PTSD
#suffering
#violence
180 reads
0 Comments
Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
6th Jun 2024 11:30pm
6th Jun 2024 11:30pm
memories bleed to nightmares and back again
#abuse
#LifeStruggles
#memories
#nightmares
#PTSD
112 reads
nightbirdblue
Poem Published
20th May 2024 9:37pm
20th May 2024 9:37pm
The Truth Is…
I’m exhausted
Because I cried myself to sleep last night
And although I don’t talk about it
I think about suicide almost every day
I wonder if I’ll ever be happy
I am torn and conflicted
I still love a woman I met a decade ago
But she’ll probably never know
I look at a photo of her and I every day
And it’s probably silly of me
But I’m only human
I keep picking myself up
Forcing myself awake and out of bed every day
Just to repeat the same motions of monotony
And...
Because I cried myself to sleep last night
And although I don’t talk about it
I think about suicide almost every day
I wonder if I’ll ever be happy
I am torn and conflicted
I still love a woman I met a decade ago
But she’ll probably never know
I look at a photo of her and I every day
And it’s probably silly of me
But I’m only human
I keep picking myself up
Forcing myself awake and out of bed every day
Just to repeat the same motions of monotony
And...
#confessional
#memories
#MentalHealth
#PTSD
#suicide
517 reads
13 Comments
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