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
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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
999 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
999 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
999 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
999 reads
10 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
313 reads
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
313 reads
LunaDahlia
Poem Published
4th Jan 2025 3:52pm
4th Jan 2025 3:52pm
Down The Rabbit Hole Of My Trauma And Nightmares (Chapter 2)
#PTSD
#suffering
42 reads
0 Comments
LunaDahlia
Poem Published
4th Jan 2025 3:52pm
4th Jan 2025 3:52pm
Down The Rabbit Hole Of My Trauma And Nightmares (Chapter 2)
#PTSD
#suffering
42 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
153 reads
4 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
153 reads
4 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
153 reads
4 Comments
DU Poetry : Poems About PTSD Published by Members Recently Online
