Poems About PTSD by Top Critiquers
#PTSD
Poems about PTSD by top critiquers. Poems written by members who have given lots of feedback to other poets this month.
crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
Yesterday 3:31pm
Yesterday 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
31 reads
4 Comments
nightbirdblue
enbyblue
enbyblue
Poem Published
8th Mar 2023 00:56am
8th Mar 2023 00:56am
Wolves of Nuance
i wasn’t
always like this…
like this
*gestures vaguely*
i used to be
the helpful one
the one with all
the resources
i knew the
ins and outs
and all of the
secret trix
but now these
lessons i am
learning
teaching myself
come in colors
that i
never
knew existed
signs of
cPTSD
with a chronic
sleep disturbance
an eating
disorder and
substance use
to boot but
i can feel
myself
growing
growling back
...
always like this…
like this
*gestures vaguely*
i used to be
the helpful one
the one with all
the resources
i knew the
ins and outs
and all of the
secret trix
but now these
lessons i am
learning
teaching myself
come in colors
that i
never
knew existed
signs of
cPTSD
with a chronic
sleep disturbance
an eating
disorder and
substance use
to boot but
i can feel
myself
growing
growling back
...
#MentalHealth
#learning
#PTSD
#disability
#wisdom
256 reads
4 Comments
WillowsWhimsies
Poem Published
10th Apr 2024 12:58pm
10th Apr 2024 12:58pm
duality
10 of 30
go ahead
I dare you
test my strength
it’s a little known secret
I go nowhere without backup
it’s never just me
he knew this
I warned him
he just didn't listen
maybe he thought himself immune
...silly fool
when my safety is in jeopardy
she's always there for me
my hidden weapon
even I didn't know she existed
until we came together
unexpectedly
always in moments of crisis
she emerges from the aether
the first time...
I watched as she emerged ...
go ahead
I dare you
test my strength
it’s a little known secret
I go nowhere without backup
it’s never just me
he knew this
I warned him
he just didn't listen
maybe he thought himself immune
...silly fool
when my safety is in jeopardy
she's always there for me
my hidden weapon
even I didn't know she existed
until we came together
unexpectedly
always in moments of crisis
she emerges from the aether
the first time...
I watched as she emerged ...
#confessional
#MentalHealth
#PTSD #NaPoWriMo2024
#PTSD #NaPoWriMo2024
67 reads
8 Comments
Ahavati
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
916 reads
10 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
201 reads
15 Comments
Mrd
Poem Published
28th Mar 2024 6:33pm
28th Mar 2024 6:33pm
Other Than That, Missus Lincoln
I got to sleep
finally at 5 a.m.
forgot to turn off the phone
and case manager called at 9:55
about my protein order
which is months late bc
I or somebody forgot to--
no, they had left a msg
on my whatchacallit
voice mail
and I never answer
unknown numbers or voice mail
bc they always want money
and I am already tapped out,
giving to Katie Porter--who lost-- ...
finally at 5 a.m.
forgot to turn off the phone
and case manager called at 9:55
about my protein order
which is months late bc
I or somebody forgot to--
no, they had left a msg
on my whatchacallit
voice mail
and I never answer
unknown numbers or voice mail
bc they always want money
and I am already tapped out,
giving to Katie Porter--who lost-- ...
#depression
#MentalHealth
#PTSD #disability
#PTSD #disability
78 reads
7 Comments
mysteriouslady
Poem Published
26th Nov 2021 11:40pm
26th Nov 2021 11:40pm
Not all mothers were created equal
Not all mothers were created equal
some are the best
yet some are horrible
Some could give a fuck less about you and your family
while others fawn all over their own flesh and blood
I have not been that lucky
So when I see these things on social media
"youre lucky if you still talk to your mom"
I immediately feel PTSD
Not all mothers were created equal
I feel zero guilt
zero shame
she made her choices
What kind of "mother" sends a Christmas card to her granddaughters
spewing inside said...
some are the best
yet some are horrible
Some could give a fuck less about you and your family
while others fawn all over their own flesh and blood
I have not been that lucky
So when I see these things on social media
"youre lucky if you still talk to your mom"
I immediately feel PTSD
Not all mothers were created equal
I feel zero guilt
zero shame
she made her choices
What kind of "mother" sends a Christmas card to her granddaughters
spewing inside said...
#family
#abuse
#PTSD
530 reads
7 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
30th Jun 2022 3:43am
30th Jun 2022 3:43am
Straight Talk (When The Core Of The Mind Refuses To Speak Coherently)
I will attempt to elaborate on the more aggressive theories that seem to marginalize, relevant concerns that has made me ponder and see if I intricate the whys, or at least find the source of its understanding.
I had to revisit the concept of understanding the complexities of the mind due in part.
Mental illness seems to on the uprise, and it is affecting our youth at an alarming rate. Thus far the statistical for adults has not started for the margin.
A slope in the statistical incline, or shift seems to be affecting the Caucasian...
I had to revisit the concept of understanding the complexities of the mind due in part.
Mental illness seems to on the uprise, and it is affecting our youth at an alarming rate. Thus far the statistical for adults has not started for the margin.
A slope in the statistical incline, or shift seems to be affecting the Caucasian...
#anxiety
#depression
#bipolar
#MentalHealth
#PTSD
691 reads
9 Comments
Styxian
Poem Published
2nd Nov 2022 00:40am
2nd Nov 2022 00:40am
"Your Name Goes Here"
Dear "______",
We're going to be okay.
But just in case,
I wrote you this note.
When I'm quiet, it's not to shun you,
I'm just at that place in my head.
I'm not even sure that it's within my brain.
It has it's own space, muffling my ears
and glazing my eyes
-It's all reversed, to outside in.
So I go deaf and blind, to many things,
but it's only temporary.
Doctors try to label it,
but I won't sit my ass in their box.
It's too small.
They can't even see the expanse
of all of my thoughts,...
We're going to be okay.
But just in case,
I wrote you this note.
When I'm quiet, it's not to shun you,
I'm just at that place in my head.
I'm not even sure that it's within my brain.
It has it's own space, muffling my ears
and glazing my eyes
-It's all reversed, to outside in.
So I go deaf and blind, to many things,
but it's only temporary.
Doctors try to label it,
but I won't sit my ass in their box.
It's too small.
They can't even see the expanse
of all of my thoughts,...
#PTSD
#Autism
766 reads
17 Comments
Naajir
Poem Published
17th Jul 2019 7:57am
17th Jul 2019 7:57am
Castaway
emotionally
stunted
shunted...unwanted
undiagnosed
hunted
ignored
inmate
state sanctioned slavery
ignored
soldier
war time bravery
now
homeless
in his native land
lost among the dregs of society
he begs as a survival tactic
practiced with humility
shamed into shamelessness
ridiculed
irrelevant
invisible man
swept away by the hands
of time
stunted
shunted...unwanted
undiagnosed
hunted
ignored
inmate
state sanctioned slavery
ignored
soldier
war time bravery
now
homeless
in his native land
lost among the dregs of society
he begs as a survival tactic
practiced with humility
shamed into shamelessness
ridiculed
irrelevant
invisible man
swept away by the hands
of time
#homelessness
#TruthOfLife
#MentalHealth
#PTSD
#despair
377 reads
5 Comments
smackdownraven
Poem Published
10th Jul 2022 10:09pm
10th Jul 2022 10:09pm
switch
I am hurting in my chambers
blasphemy is my cult pain
I'm a groupie for your love
but you will never take me serious
I'm crazy after all
I am fun to play with
my hurt a beautiful distraction from boredom
hunt my personalities
but beware some of them are cruel
you're watching me
they're watching you
leaving you clues to the crime
then bate and switch
fuck you
come closer I dare you
watch your step here she comes
inside me is monsters
raising their angry heads
I am a...
blasphemy is my cult pain
I'm a groupie for your love
but you will never take me serious
I'm crazy after all
I am fun to play with
my hurt a beautiful distraction from boredom
hunt my personalities
but beware some of them are cruel
you're watching me
they're watching you
leaving you clues to the crime
then bate and switch
fuck you
come closer I dare you
watch your step here she comes
inside me is monsters
raising their angry heads
I am a...
#dark
#MentalHealth
#PTSD
331 reads
4 Comments
Diaryofabasketcase
Poem Published
12th Jun 2023 5:52pm
12th Jun 2023 5:52pm
One Day Soon
#depression
#SelfHarm
#OCD
#MentalHealth
#PTSD
150 reads
0 Comments
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