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.
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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
234 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
223 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
105 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
197 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
120 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
540 reads
13 Comments
WillowsWhimsies
Poem Published
9th May 2024 11:26pm
9th May 2024 11:26pm
all about perspective...
let's talk about cowardice...shall we
I search all the time for answers
spend countless hours in self-reflection
it's true...I make changes
but when it comes down to it...
I struggle just to show up
frequently I...can't
my bed has a permanent indentation
in the fetal position
what kind of life is that...
living my existence like it's a cameo appearance
...barely visible
...unmemorable
walk off the scene...& poof
...forgotten
I was so afraid of rocking boats
I didn't even...
I search all the time for answers
spend countless hours in self-reflection
it's true...I make changes
but when it comes down to it...
I struggle just to show up
frequently I...can't
my bed has a permanent indentation
in the fetal position
what kind of life is that...
living my existence like it's a cameo appearance
...barely visible
...unmemorable
walk off the scene...& poof
...forgotten
I was so afraid of rocking boats
I didn't even...
#confessional
#LifeGoals
#LifeStruggles
#PTSD
#vulnerability
200 reads
3 Comments
Duende
Poem Published
3rd May 2024 2:00pm
3rd May 2024 2:00pm
On C-PTSD
dreadfully slowly
Great things are
coming my way
but internally
not much has
changed the
ED remains
the traumas
that are the
root of it too
complex ptsd
not one, but 8
traumas that is
one was losing
my virginity to
a violent rape
that's a minor
one compared
to the others my
parents being by
far the worst of all
Great things are
coming my way
but internally
not much has
changed the
ED remains
the traumas
that are the
root of it too
complex ptsd
not one, but 8
traumas that is
one was losing
my virginity to
a violent rape
that's a minor
one compared
to the others my
parents being by
far the worst of all
#PTSD
#abuse
286 reads
Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
29th Apr 2024 7:41am
29th Apr 2024 7:41am
crash
You say words
that have no meaning
make promises
that are designed
to break
(the passenger door is open
but you're waiting on the wrong side)
I remember the day
you gave up on me
was the day
I gave up on myself
(hands shaking
I'm crying in the parking lot
while you're yelling
and I can't make out
a single word)
I still haven't managed
to find my way back
to who I thought I was
(she took me out
held a metaphorical gun to my head
said drive ...
that have no meaning
make promises
that are designed
to break
(the passenger door is open
but you're waiting on the wrong side)
I remember the day
you gave up on me
was the day
I gave up on myself
(hands shaking
I'm crying in the parking lot
while you're yelling
and I can't make out
a single word)
I still haven't managed
to find my way back
to who I thought I was
(she took me out
held a metaphorical gun to my head
said drive ...
#anxiety
#LifeStruggles
#MentalHealth #PTSD
#MentalHealth #PTSD
206 reads
2 Comments
nightbirdblue
Poem Published
23rd Apr 2024 7:49pm
23rd Apr 2024 7:49pm
Metamorphosis
Maybe I don’t hate myself anymore…
I used to be consumed
By a deep self-loathing
But I’m learning now
How to be self-forgiving
I used to be burdened
By traumatic memories
But the memories are fading
And being replaced
With notions of fortitude
With newfound grace
Growing in self-love
Growing in strength
No longer disturbed
By tragic past times
I have finally returned
To my rhythm and rhyme
I used to be consumed
By a deep self-loathing
But I’m learning now
How to be self-forgiving
I used to be burdened
By traumatic memories
But the memories are fading
And being replaced
With notions of fortitude
With newfound grace
Growing in self-love
Growing in strength
No longer disturbed
By tragic past times
I have finally returned
To my rhythm and rhyme
#MentalHealth
#NaPoWriMo2024
#PersonalGrowth
#PTSD
#learning
221 reads
14 Comments
Tallen
earth_empath
earth_empath
Poem Published
17th Apr 2024 3:22pm
17th Apr 2024 3:22pm
Mendacity
17/30
Mendacity
My Licensed Practical Nurse (LPN)
is trying to keep me alive, longer
No idea why
as I felt the US Air Force
never intended to use
my expertise in that
which I am totally capable
in seeing the task, the goal
to its end
Fellow Veterans, who,
like me,
don’t understand
why I don’t trust
my own Healthcare Provider
(LOL!) the military
They say civilians care and the
Veteran’s Admin is not military.
I still don’t trust them.
My...
Mendacity
My Licensed Practical Nurse (LPN)
is trying to keep me alive, longer
No idea why
as I felt the US Air Force
never intended to use
my expertise in that
which I am totally capable
in seeing the task, the goal
to its end
Fellow Veterans, who,
like me,
don’t understand
why I don’t trust
my own Healthcare Provider
(LOL!) the military
They say civilians care and the
Veteran’s Admin is not military.
I still don’t trust them.
My...
#anger
#depression
#military
#NaPoWriMo2024
#PTSD
155 reads
0 Comments
crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
15th Apr 2024 3:31pm
15th Apr 2024 3:31pm
writing journey~sorrow speaks
Sorrow explains herself
with a soft voice and gentle touch
long blonde hair and sunshine in my smile
a sunflower growing in the wild
Sadness looms behind my eyes
and if you provoke my hurt
you will meet Darkness
concealing her well unless Sadness feels threatened
Darkness is vicious with her tongue
precise and strategic once loose I can't control her temper
my hands are never raised in anger
in a past life I think I let it go to my heartbreak
so even when she is freed I maintain my control
letting her defend me and...
with a soft voice and gentle touch
long blonde hair and sunshine in my smile
a sunflower growing in the wild
Sadness looms behind my eyes
and if you provoke my hurt
you will meet Darkness
concealing her well unless Sadness feels threatened
Darkness is vicious with her tongue
precise and strategic once loose I can't control her temper
my hands are never raised in anger
in a past life I think I let it go to my heartbreak
so even when she is freed I maintain my control
letting her defend me and...
#love
#MentalHealth
#PTSD
130 reads
4 Comments
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