Poems About PTSD Published by Members Recently Online
#PTSD
brokentitanium
k.
k.
Poem Published
31st Dec 2023 2:16am
31st Dec 2023 2:16am
Plot twist
Reaching for a hand
bumped a trigger instead
Watching the projectile enter between ribs
Standing frozen
in that familiar helpless distortion
Reality melting as ears buzz
with the roar of silent confusion
Feeling the slow explosion inside
fragments flying off in all directions
lodging in heart, brain, throat
Smearing memories, slicing futures
This was an unforeseen plot twist
But look!
That growing red stain is so pretty
I guess this is how the end begins
...
bumped a trigger instead
Watching the projectile enter between ribs
Standing frozen
in that familiar helpless distortion
Reality melting as ears buzz
with the roar of silent confusion
Feeling the slow explosion inside
fragments flying off in all directions
lodging in heart, brain, throat
Smearing memories, slicing futures
This was an unforeseen plot twist
But look!
That growing red stain is so pretty
I guess this is how the end begins
...
#conflict
#PTSD
#apathy
423 reads
15 Comments
brokentitanium
k.
k.
Poem Published
31st Dec 2023 2:16am
31st Dec 2023 2:16am
Plot twist
Reaching for a hand
bumped a trigger instead
Watching the projectile enter between ribs
Standing frozen
in that familiar helpless distortion
Reality melting as ears buzz
with the roar of silent confusion
Feeling the slow explosion inside
fragments flying off in all directions
lodging in heart, brain, throat
Smearing memories, slicing futures
This was an unforeseen plot twist
But look!
That growing red stain is so pretty
I guess this is how the end begins
...
bumped a trigger instead
Watching the projectile enter between ribs
Standing frozen
in that familiar helpless distortion
Reality melting as ears buzz
with the roar of silent confusion
Feeling the slow explosion inside
fragments flying off in all directions
lodging in heart, brain, throat
Smearing memories, slicing futures
This was an unforeseen plot twist
But look!
That growing red stain is so pretty
I guess this is how the end begins
...
#conflict
#PTSD
#apathy
423 reads
15 Comments
brokentitanium
k.
k.
Poem Published
31st Dec 2023 2:16am
31st Dec 2023 2:16am
Plot twist
Reaching for a hand
bumped a trigger instead
Watching the projectile enter between ribs
Standing frozen
in that familiar helpless distortion
Reality melting as ears buzz
with the roar of silent confusion
Feeling the slow explosion inside
fragments flying off in all directions
lodging in heart, brain, throat
Smearing memories, slicing futures
This was an unforeseen plot twist
But look!
That growing red stain is so pretty
I guess this is how the end begins
...
bumped a trigger instead
Watching the projectile enter between ribs
Standing frozen
in that familiar helpless distortion
Reality melting as ears buzz
with the roar of silent confusion
Feeling the slow explosion inside
fragments flying off in all directions
lodging in heart, brain, throat
Smearing memories, slicing futures
This was an unforeseen plot twist
But look!
That growing red stain is so pretty
I guess this is how the end begins
...
#conflict
#PTSD
#apathy
423 reads
15 Comments
Wafflenose
Ellie
Ellie
Poem Published
21st Nov 2022 8:11pm
21st Nov 2022 8:11pm
Sympathetic resonance
I cannot say this aloud,
as I risk making it sound
like someone else's tragedy is about me.
And it's not.
It's about a devastated family
and their loved one.
We are reeling from the shock.
Away from the epicentre,
I can't help feeling doubly shaken
as current events make old ones reverberate within;
in much the same way
that piano or guitar strings will vibrate
in sympathy with a sudden loud noise.
It's struck too close for comfort
and I wonder,
will it always be this way?
Will that hidden, most...
as I risk making it sound
like someone else's tragedy is about me.
And it's not.
It's about a devastated family
and their loved one.
We are reeling from the shock.
Away from the epicentre,
I can't help feeling doubly shaken
as current events make old ones reverberate within;
in much the same way
that piano or guitar strings will vibrate
in sympathy with a sudden loud noise.
It's struck too close for comfort
and I wonder,
will it always be this way?
Will that hidden, most...
#suicide
#PTSD
733 reads
6 Comments
Wafflenose
Ellie
Ellie
Poem Published
21st Nov 2022 8:11pm
21st Nov 2022 8:11pm
Sympathetic resonance
I cannot say this aloud,
as I risk making it sound
like someone else's tragedy is about me.
And it's not.
It's about a devastated family
and their loved one.
We are reeling from the shock.
Away from the epicentre,
I can't help feeling doubly shaken
as current events make old ones reverberate within;
in much the same way
that piano or guitar strings will vibrate
in sympathy with a sudden loud noise.
It's struck too close for comfort
and I wonder,
will it always be this way?
Will that hidden, most...
as I risk making it sound
like someone else's tragedy is about me.
And it's not.
It's about a devastated family
and their loved one.
We are reeling from the shock.
Away from the epicentre,
I can't help feeling doubly shaken
as current events make old ones reverberate within;
in much the same way
that piano or guitar strings will vibrate
in sympathy with a sudden loud noise.
It's struck too close for comfort
and I wonder,
will it always be this way?
Will that hidden, most...
#suicide
#PTSD
733 reads
6 Comments
Ahavati
Tams
Tams
Poem Published
8th Mar 2019 00:38am
8th Mar 2019 00:38am
Life at War ( after Denise Levertov )
To compensate for my father’s
muted choice, I turned to poetry—
backpacks of word folded
precisely as parachutes.
Bullets from a magazine
shell-shocked my faculties—
ricocheted off the metal floor
of a downed chopper in ‘Nam.
Levertov referenced Rilke—
formless lumps he carried about;
the irony, or not
referencing her raw dough:
pebbles that plague memory
decades after the same war:
Rilke’s bitterness, Levertov’s weight
both buried mines in my...
muted choice, I turned to poetry—
backpacks of word folded
precisely as parachutes.
Bullets from a magazine
shell-shocked my faculties—
ricocheted off the metal floor
of a downed chopper in ‘Nam.
Levertov referenced Rilke—
formless lumps he carried about;
the irony, or not
referencing her raw dough:
pebbles that plague memory
decades after the same war:
Rilke’s bitterness, Levertov’s weight
both buried mines in my...
#soldiers
#war
#LifeAsAWriter
#PTSD
#DeniseLevertov
1024 reads
10 Comments
Ahavati
Tams
Tams
Poem Published
8th Mar 2019 00:38am
8th Mar 2019 00:38am
Life at War ( after Denise Levertov )
To compensate for my father’s
muted choice, I turned to poetry—
backpacks of word folded
precisely as parachutes.
Bullets from a magazine
shell-shocked my faculties—
ricocheted off the metal floor
of a downed chopper in ‘Nam.
Levertov referenced Rilke—
formless lumps he carried about;
the irony, or not
referencing her raw dough:
pebbles that plague memory
decades after the same war:
Rilke’s bitterness, Levertov’s weight
both buried mines in my...
muted choice, I turned to poetry—
backpacks of word folded
precisely as parachutes.
Bullets from a magazine
shell-shocked my faculties—
ricocheted off the metal floor
of a downed chopper in ‘Nam.
Levertov referenced Rilke—
formless lumps he carried about;
the irony, or not
referencing her raw dough:
pebbles that plague memory
decades after the same war:
Rilke’s bitterness, Levertov’s weight
both buried mines in my...
#soldiers
#war
#LifeAsAWriter
#PTSD
#DeniseLevertov
1024 reads
10 Comments
Ahavati
Tams
Tams
Poem Published
8th Mar 2019 00:38am
8th Mar 2019 00:38am
Life at War ( after Denise Levertov )
To compensate for my father’s
muted choice, I turned to poetry—
backpacks of word folded
precisely as parachutes.
Bullets from a magazine
shell-shocked my faculties—
ricocheted off the metal floor
of a downed chopper in ‘Nam.
Levertov referenced Rilke—
formless lumps he carried about;
the irony, or not
referencing her raw dough:
pebbles that plague memory
decades after the same war:
Rilke’s bitterness, Levertov’s weight
both buried mines in my...
muted choice, I turned to poetry—
backpacks of word folded
precisely as parachutes.
Bullets from a magazine
shell-shocked my faculties—
ricocheted off the metal floor
of a downed chopper in ‘Nam.
Levertov referenced Rilke—
formless lumps he carried about;
the irony, or not
referencing her raw dough:
pebbles that plague memory
decades after the same war:
Rilke’s bitterness, Levertov’s weight
both buried mines in my...
#soldiers
#war
#LifeAsAWriter
#PTSD
#DeniseLevertov
1024 reads
10 Comments
Ahavati
Tams
Tams
Poem Published
8th Mar 2019 00:38am
8th Mar 2019 00:38am
Life at War ( after Denise Levertov )
To compensate for my father’s
muted choice, I turned to poetry—
backpacks of word folded
precisely as parachutes.
Bullets from a magazine
shell-shocked my faculties—
ricocheted off the metal floor
of a downed chopper in ‘Nam.
Levertov referenced Rilke—
formless lumps he carried about;
the irony, or not
referencing her raw dough:
pebbles that plague memory
decades after the same war:
Rilke’s bitterness, Levertov’s weight
both buried mines in my...
muted choice, I turned to poetry—
backpacks of word folded
precisely as parachutes.
Bullets from a magazine
shell-shocked my faculties—
ricocheted off the metal floor
of a downed chopper in ‘Nam.
Levertov referenced Rilke—
formless lumps he carried about;
the irony, or not
referencing her raw dough:
pebbles that plague memory
decades after the same war:
Rilke’s bitterness, Levertov’s weight
both buried mines in my...
#soldiers
#war
#LifeAsAWriter
#PTSD
#DeniseLevertov
1024 reads
10 Comments
Ahavati
Tams
Tams
Poem Published
8th Mar 2019 00:38am
8th Mar 2019 00:38am
Life at War ( after Denise Levertov )
To compensate for my father’s
muted choice, I turned to poetry—
backpacks of word folded
precisely as parachutes.
Bullets from a magazine
shell-shocked my faculties—
ricocheted off the metal floor
of a downed chopper in ‘Nam.
Levertov referenced Rilke—
formless lumps he carried about;
the irony, or not
referencing her raw dough:
pebbles that plague memory
decades after the same war:
Rilke’s bitterness, Levertov’s weight
both buried mines in my...
muted choice, I turned to poetry—
backpacks of word folded
precisely as parachutes.
Bullets from a magazine
shell-shocked my faculties—
ricocheted off the metal floor
of a downed chopper in ‘Nam.
Levertov referenced Rilke—
formless lumps he carried about;
the irony, or not
referencing her raw dough:
pebbles that plague memory
decades after the same war:
Rilke’s bitterness, Levertov’s weight
both buried mines in my...
#soldiers
#war
#LifeAsAWriter
#PTSD
#DeniseLevertov
1024 reads
10 Comments
spectralfeline
vharlin
vharlin
Poem Published
11th Mar 2020 9:50pm
11th Mar 2020 9:50pm
your face
it has become a topic of thought, i ask myself
do you know that your face, it is also mine?
and how.. oh how i desperately wish for the mirror
the one that clutches to ....
a ghost of your smile, to s̷̼̔͑̀͌̍̄͗̇̀̀͒͝ ̴̢̖̣͈͉̬̠͓͓̝̭̜̑̓̾̽̀͝͝ṕ̸̡͚̼͉...
do you know that your face, it is also mine?
and how.. oh how i desperately wish for the mirror
the one that clutches to ....
a ghost of your smile, to s̷̼̔͑̀͌̍̄͗̇̀̀͒͝ ̴̢̖̣͈͉̬̠͓͓̝̭̜̑̓̾̽̀͝͝ṕ̸̡͚̼͉...
#anxiety
#mother
#abuse #PTSD
#abuse #PTSD
867 reads
1 Comment
spectralfeline
vharlin
vharlin
Poem Published
11th Mar 2020 9:50pm
11th Mar 2020 9:50pm
your face
it has become a topic of thought, i ask myself
do you know that your face, it is also mine?
and how.. oh how i desperately wish for the mirror
the one that clutches to ....
a ghost of your smile, to s̷̼̔͑̀͌̍̄͗̇̀̀͒͝ ̴̢̖̣͈͉̬̠͓͓̝̭̜̑̓̾̽̀͝͝ṕ̸̡͚̼͉...
do you know that your face, it is also mine?
and how.. oh how i desperately wish for the mirror
the one that clutches to ....
a ghost of your smile, to s̷̼̔͑̀͌̍̄͗̇̀̀͒͝ ̴̢̖̣͈͉̬̠͓͓̝̭̜̑̓̾̽̀͝͝ṕ̸̡͚̼͉...
#anxiety
#mother
#abuse #PTSD
#abuse #PTSD
867 reads
1 Comment
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