Poems About PTSD Published by Members Recently Online
#PTSD
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
963 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
963 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
963 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
963 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
963 reads
10 Comments
Lozzamus
Poem Published
10th Jul 2022 11:49pm
10th Jul 2022 11:49pm
I Escaped, But Only Just - Part 9: Crisis
#childhood
#bullying
#memories #PTSD
#memories #PTSD
279 reads
8 Comments
Lozzamus
Poem Published
10th Jul 2022 11:49pm
10th Jul 2022 11:49pm
I Escaped, But Only Just - Part 9: Crisis
#childhood
#bullying
#memories #PTSD
#memories #PTSD
279 reads
8 Comments
Lozzamus
Poem Published
10th Jul 2022 11:49pm
10th Jul 2022 11:49pm
I Escaped, But Only Just - Part 9: Crisis
#childhood
#bullying
#memories #PTSD
#memories #PTSD
279 reads
8 Comments
Lozzamus
Poem Published
10th Jul 2022 11:49pm
10th Jul 2022 11:49pm
I Escaped, But Only Just - Part 9: Crisis
#childhood
#bullying
#memories #PTSD
#memories #PTSD
279 reads
8 Comments
jenny_is_hungry
Poem Published
8th Jul 2021 10:05pm
8th Jul 2021 10:05pm
I Refuse
You were supposed to train me
Not love me like a father
You are my stone monument
But you make me your weakness
And now
Now you sit here and say
It's too dangerous
You coddle me
Lessen your punishment
Lessen my pain
You say
You can no longer teach me what you know
But in doing so
You KILL YOURSELF
Because they will take me
To dominate you
Yet you won't defend yourself
You won't show your practicality
Through ME
So I refuse to let you...
Not love me like a father
You are my stone monument
But you make me your weakness
And now
Now you sit here and say
It's too dangerous
You coddle me
Lessen your punishment
Lessen my pain
You say
You can no longer teach me what you know
But in doing so
You KILL YOURSELF
Because they will take me
To dominate you
Yet you won't defend yourself
You won't show your practicality
Through ME
So I refuse to let you...
#love
#strength
#soldiers
#friendship
#PTSD
361 reads
0 Comments
jenny_is_hungry
Poem Published
8th Jul 2021 10:05pm
8th Jul 2021 10:05pm
I Refuse
You were supposed to train me
Not love me like a father
You are my stone monument
But you make me your weakness
And now
Now you sit here and say
It's too dangerous
You coddle me
Lessen your punishment
Lessen my pain
You say
You can no longer teach me what you know
But in doing so
You KILL YOURSELF
Because they will take me
To dominate you
Yet you won't defend yourself
You won't show your practicality
Through ME
So I refuse to let you...
Not love me like a father
You are my stone monument
But you make me your weakness
And now
Now you sit here and say
It's too dangerous
You coddle me
Lessen your punishment
Lessen my pain
You say
You can no longer teach me what you know
But in doing so
You KILL YOURSELF
Because they will take me
To dominate you
Yet you won't defend yourself
You won't show your practicality
Through ME
So I refuse to let you...
#love
#strength
#soldiers
#friendship
#PTSD
361 reads
0 Comments
jenny_is_hungry
Poem Published
8th Jul 2021 10:05pm
8th Jul 2021 10:05pm
I Refuse
You were supposed to train me
Not love me like a father
You are my stone monument
But you make me your weakness
And now
Now you sit here and say
It's too dangerous
You coddle me
Lessen your punishment
Lessen my pain
You say
You can no longer teach me what you know
But in doing so
You KILL YOURSELF
Because they will take me
To dominate you
Yet you won't defend yourself
You won't show your practicality
Through ME
So I refuse to let you...
Not love me like a father
You are my stone monument
But you make me your weakness
And now
Now you sit here and say
It's too dangerous
You coddle me
Lessen your punishment
Lessen my pain
You say
You can no longer teach me what you know
But in doing so
You KILL YOURSELF
Because they will take me
To dominate you
Yet you won't defend yourself
You won't show your practicality
Through ME
So I refuse to let you...
#love
#strength
#soldiers
#friendship
#PTSD
361 reads
0 Comments
DU Poetry : Poems About PTSD Published by Members Recently Online
