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
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
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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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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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Carpe_Noctem
Poem Published
17th Aug 2024 10:44am
17th Aug 2024 10:44am
Dissociative Locomotive
how did one end up on this ride?
where is the mask in which you hide?
little droplet, futile to fight the tide
rather than, follow that which you know
the acorn does an oak grow
enduring, sunrise to sunsets testing time
if this was a swing on a branch, fine
quenched parched lips with some red wine
before long, benzo concoctions distort time
to some level or another
when did tomorrow fade away today
yesterday some bitter sweet flash in pan memory
then..... for what its worth
when all...
where is the mask in which you hide?
little droplet, futile to fight the tide
rather than, follow that which you know
the acorn does an oak grow
enduring, sunrise to sunsets testing time
if this was a swing on a branch, fine
quenched parched lips with some red wine
before long, benzo concoctions distort time
to some level or another
when did tomorrow fade away today
yesterday some bitter sweet flash in pan memory
then..... for what its worth
when all...
#insomnia
#PTSD
#suffering
250 reads
3 Comments
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
135 reads
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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
545 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
240 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
169 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
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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
249 reads
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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
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