Best Traumatizing Poems
*this poem was written after a very traumatizing experience this weekend. I am still in shock of it all, although I have had many paranormal experiences before..I wasn't sure about a title for it, so dear Justin Bordner saved me yet again. Thanks so much! My heart to you all!*
"The magnetic center,
The center pulls you close...
From beneath you,
It devours" -From Beneath You - Nemesea
Deranged mastermind,
You have taken my dreams yet again,
Gazing in the hollows of your thoughts
Evil intent splashing in shadows all around me
Treacherous demon,
Brought on by black tempests dressed in fire,
Rest your ire…rest your ire
Allow these ever-blinking lids to tire
Dangerous manifestation,
Tempt me no longer in the night
Standing, crouching, sinking
Watching me with those turbulent thoughts
Why is it you stare at me so?
Taken from infant’s tears,
My companion, you have drained all her sane,
So that she cannot sleep without the light…
The light in which you still disdain
Why do you whisper to me,
When well you know my heart will shutter
In sight of you, the screams I will cover
With the lucidity of my curious love
Resting on your wing in heart of above
You possessive dragon,
Creep into my respite,
And I promise,
The wandering of your life will cease,
Exceeding the ecstasy of your evil
The sky shall meet daylight
And the open door will close to end your triumph…
Categories:
traumatizing, anger, anxiety, beauty, dark,
Form:
Free verse
SAID THE VICTIM OF SEXUAL ASSAULT
To me,
my cries
deep and soul wrenching.
To you,
shallow. and insignificant.
My tongue forever
twisted with fear,
slurs every word with emotion,
as shame and society's curses invoke themselves
into MY soul.
For though,
I was the prey,
this a crime that blames the victim,
and who wants to hear a woman’s cries of sexual abuse?
No friends
and sometimes no family,
life places you in seclusion.
HE,
the predator,
baroque with prudent calculated words,
tearing down my character,
gratifying himself,
like one who has never done a wrong.
Episodically traumatizing searing jolts in my chest,
as the congested lies continue to spew,
casting a veil of derision
reviving the shameful and revolting touches
all over again.
A new ghostly shadow
creeping out into the light
that will forever follow me,
pre-empt MY days and steal MY nights.
How are yours?
© Al Juman The "said" Poet 9/25/2018
Categories:
traumatizing, 11th grade, abuse, anger,
Form:
Free verse
The sun is in the sky above
Kissing me as if it wants my love
And in my heart I feel this heat
And a sensation from my head to my feet
I feel the kiss of sunshine on my skin
Instead of ignoring it I let it all in
Even though it once burned me up
And then I had a traumatizing drop
But I’ll fall for you all over again
And I’ll wait for you right after the rain
I’ll fall in love when I know you’ll be mine
Then all I’ll want is a kiss of sunshine
Kiss me sweet and kiss me well
Don’t limit me like prison cell
And I’ll admit that I love you
Because I know you love me too
Categories:
traumatizing, love, me, kiss, love,
Form:
Couplet
sad
anguish imprisoned
numbing devastating traumatizing
heartache annihilates enthrallment celebrates
fulfilling titillating delighting
wonderment gratitude
joy
Categories:
traumatizing, emotions,
Form:
Diamante
So, I guess a 12 year old
American brown male playing by himself
with a toy gun
is outside your boundary
for normal early-adolescent activity.
Well, I can see why you would need
to draw your boundary
for healthy rationality
outside his grassy field of fire-armed play.
I can see why we need to draw this line
of "only predictably SWM domesticated life matters"
the way we do
to look our friends and children in the eyes
while saying,
"I can accept this loss
as one caused by an unfortunately timed
dual act of accidental wildness;"
But is it not significantly wilder
to fire ballistics at youth
than for youth to fire only ballistic imagination?
I can see that we need to doubt
reasonable risks of public recreation
for some lives
differently than other lives
and times
to gaze into our social-cultural mirror
with both eyes
fully comprehending compassionate integrity:
"We accept that Black Adolescent Lives Splatter
loss across our leaking shared loves and livelihoods,
thereby wilting our collective mental health,
starving our social wealth for future regeneration,
and yet hope we still dream
of somehow re-transposing,
All Lives Matter
in current US ReligiousRight culture.
Now that is egocentric mendacity;
not even Anthro-centric integrity.
We each and all must hunt our way
toward facing our fear of ourselves
our lack of empathy
and mind positive passions
and body healing pleasures
surpassing our neglectful lack of fully activating
Win/Win panentheistic wisdom.
Some hunting ways bring further AnthroSupremacist
Business As Usual
cognitive-affective dissonance;
further failure of Earth's polycultural integrity,
further degenerative ego-traumatizing stasis.
Some hunting ways promise more co-operative co-arising ballast
for culturally active hope.
It is this ballast we seek
between our self/other-reflecting eyes,
hoping to discover peace within as justice without,
and not more enslaving reductive addiction
to ballistics of overly-automated violence
Silent souls
full-will impassioned pleasures
without sufficient time to assess full-intent,
responding to fear of fear ourselves,
right between our blindered eyes
So it becomes challenging to see
a brown male playing by himself
with a toy gun
as well within our mental health care boundary
for normal early-adolescent activity.
Categories:
traumatizing, emotions, judgement, peace, power,
Form:
Narrative
Human Trafficking is something very serious and very traumatizing.
Girls all around the world are getting sold and bought for Trafficking.
Its something you don't see everyday.
You know how when you're talking to someone and you tell them,
"I know how you feel".
You can never tell a person that has been through Trafficking that
and if you do, in there head, there probably saying
"I hope you NEVER know how I feel!".
Its something horrible and I hope it stops soon and never happened again.
Categories:
traumatizing, people, sad, hope,
Form:
We are petals of marigold
In our innermost soul
Whether young or old
If the petals still in fold
in the buds are singed
or shouted at violating
the integrity in making
Maladaptation is obvious
Flowers are obnoxious
Parents and teachers
Priests and preachers
Be kind nurturers
Of the saplings and plants
No traumatizing no rants
Love of beauty and life
Husband and wife in step
Pep drive with love
For the tender buds above
Let us be poems
In the social page
Healthy gems
Birds uncaged
“The world is a stage”
You directors will decide
If the spectators would hurl
Brickbats or
Throw bouquets
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
April 7, 2016
It shouldn't hurt to be a child- Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Becca aTeagan
Categories:
traumatizing, addiction, allusion, anxiety, arabic,
Form:
Free verse
Said Thomas
I a hustling peddler,
hungry mouths to feed.
Do you know what's it's like
to stare upon hunger!
especially that of a child!
Tackled and hurdled to the ground like an animal.
Silent eyes stare,
Jaws stretch down,
Lips hanging,
Air stalls,
Hairs raised,
No cry,
No words,
just traumatizing disgust.
This a moment needs no oxygen.
The world stands still.
Anguish is silent,
- who will question a lunatic cop with a gun.
You!
You!
You!
Then who?
I Thomas!
was
Someone's Son,
Someone's husband,
Someone's father,
Yes,
Now I have
hungry fatherless children.
Who will stand for them,
Replace my love,
Cuddle them with nice things,
Send them to college,
the killer COP?
Who intentionally shot
and took the life out of me.
© Al. Juman The "said" Poet 7/7/2016
Categories:
traumatizing, abuse, america, anger, black
Form:
Didactic
May all sacred,
but not quite omnipotent,
fathers learn this day
as we impatiently correct
our stress-disordered sons
That respect is earned,
so maybe disrespect is too
positive and negative layered
for and against authority
for and sometimes restlessly against
repeating Business As Usual
white middle-class dadisms:
You snooze
you lose
May apply to your lethargic
chronically anxious
thuggish
couch-surfing
cannabis-fed son
And yet feels counter-intuitive
for babies
and us great grandads
who need our outside rest
away from commercial
too lit up
and loud
and relentlessly plastic
inhumane degradations
In such a rabidly anxious hurry
to wait for inevitable pandemics
and genocide,
floods
hurricanes
tsunamis
forest fires
drought
dry river beds
famine
insomnia
rabidity
insurance company bankruptcy
government balkanization
supremacist tribalism
Silent self-medicating snoozes
feels like a healthy alternative to:
capitalist narcissism
anthro-supreme monotheism
monoculturing nationalism
painful survivalist isolation
demented diseases
species extinctions
self v other criminalizations
weaponizations
May feel like hoarding safety
for defense-oriented males
on a bad day
in a depressing moment
Become
yackity yack disrespectful
feeling entitled to rightwing exclusively define
"real [unwoke narcissistic] men."
Yet quietly hiding
under these sacredly respected
and secular unrespected unsuspecting layers
of diverse manhood hues and warring cues
lie traumatizing patriarchal cultures.
Capital co-invested resilient climates
prefer cooperatively active integrity
over passive faith-based respect
and dramatically traumatic disrespect
and unenlightened
stress-triggered verbal unrespect
accelerating competitions,
dis-integrity
unhealthy desecrating excommunications.
Consecrating sacred solidarity feelings
learned today
converge synergetic need/want supportive
resonant polyvagal
resilient communication systems
searching for win/win reconnections
Even when sometimes disrespectfully correcting
my pre- and post-traumatic
stress disordered father
son.
Categories:
traumatizing, age, father son, health,
Form:
Parallelismus Membrorum
Probably few of us
have capacity
to see ourselves
as both Angel
and Demon.
Many of us
have had the experience
of demonizing
and punishing ourselves
for sins of the past
extending into our present
festering
unresolved trauma.
Hopefully many of us
have also had the experience
of forgiveness
and saving ourselves
from sins of dis-integrity's future
because someone shared with us,
in some effective way,
that nothing
is always your autonomous fault
If only because
no organic creature,
anthro or otherwise,
is born
or can survive
radically autonomous
from non-ego centers.
Personal identity
follows interpersonal
ecosystemic individuation
developmentally
causally
healthily
and effectively.
I hear healing opportunity
in this responsible
yet not solely authoritative
both/and way
of ego/eco-consciousness
As well as traumatizing risk
of denial,
too cheap self forgiveness,
too easy hiddenness
of our secret
most private
feelings of guilt
about harming another
Both intentionally
and without malice,
accidentally.
A woman's reluctant decision
to abort may feel unresolvable
between angelic health optimizing desires
and demonic win/lose fears
and angers
As might
her reluctant decision
to buy a gun
and several ominous rounds
of deadening ammunition
To protect herself
and her children
from traumatic demons
at her flimsy door
Not considering
her lack of experience
with braver win/win angels
hoping to reassure her.
Therapeutic angels
may also wait,
curiously
and impatiently,
outside that same door,
searching for health's
most wealthy bell
to dispel
shared dark shadows
In-between silent demons
we abhor
and sacred angels
we redemptively adore.
Categories:
traumatizing, forgiveness, health, identity, integrity,
Form:
Political Verse
Rumpled clothes and dirty shoes
looking like he's heard bad news
eyes averted, face downcast
or is he hiding from his past?
Searching for a subway token
spirit crushed and heart that's broken
listening to the angel's voices
rotten luck or rotten choices?
Ruffled hair on balding pate
always looks like running late
tear tracks crust on wrinkled face
how did he end up in this place?
Poaching from the big green bin
doesn't care who's watching him
finding smelly buried treasures
does he feel relief or pleasure?
Find a cache of empty bottles
stuff in pockets, off he waddles
to the place that pays him cash
remind him why they call it trash?
Counts his bounty once, then twice
always tries to act real nice
never trust in case they cheat
rules for life, or just the street?
People show disgust or pity
traumatizing life in city
teaches lessons that he's learned
can you give the thing he's earned?
Born a man; he's someone's son
once one of us; now woebegone
for he that's fallen through the cracks
do we just leave him on the tracks?
Categories:
traumatizing, imagery, poverty, society,
Form:
Rhyme
Authors and writers, poets of all;
We are a group of scribers
You can see down our halls.
On documents, on paper,
In books that we read.
Writing our words;
As if no one is watching
Choosing our letters
Writing poems: Oh, so touching!
Scribers we are;
We bring it with style
Sit down, relax
Read for a while.
Writing of words;
Turning them into songs we do
The writers we are to be
Rings deep in our veins, blue.
Seeking: searching;
For the right words to be said
For the writers to be writing
On fine paper, be them read.
The lessons we'll read;
Through the experiences of others
Giving this writing gift
All notions of worth that it covers.
Writing in poetry:
Of our demons, we must face
Or about traumatizing events
That unfolds, not to retrace.
The writings of other poems;
Of families and friends
Maybe it's about a past love
That we're writing, making amends!
For the writers, we are:
We bring it, too, with grace
But I'll end this poetry:
Maybe you will find its bookcase?
Categories:
traumatizing, appreciation, character, encouraging, family,
Form:
Rhyme
I remember when I looked up into the night sky as a three year old
My mother held me saying these words with passion in her voice
Dear God, I wish for my child to grow strong and grow old
Always look fear as a good memory to guide my children to safety
Dear God, I want you to feed their soul with empathy that I have
Always give them what they need not what they want
Dear God, Lead them to better health and a warm heart that cares
Always keep them near each other, and give them enough to grow
Dear God, I bless thee to hold them tight in your warmth every night
Always whisper my kind voice to them when they have doubts
Dear God, when I leave them please protect them with all my heart
Always give them the patience to keep on the right path
Dear God, let the pain of loss be not so traumatizing for these children
Always pick them up on your shoulder through droughts and storms
Dear God, let them see a new world and let them decide on their own
Always making sure a hint of remorse is in their eyes
Dear God, Please forgive me as I leave them to you in a cold summer day
Always remind them that life is always a journey of happiness
Dear God, I say this prayer to them, as it would be heard from my heart
Always remind them of who they are and where they come from
Dear God, Thank You! For all you have done, as the words flow into my sons
Amen….This prayer is actually some spoken words from what she would say
I am adopted this prayer would never change with my new mother
Categories:
traumatizing, absence, blessing, care, christian,
Form:
Free verse
Even if we were to win
these hunting
and killing
and fishing
and devouring
and gathering
and hoarding
and victimizing
and offending
and criminalizing
and punishing
holy wars
and zealot causes,
We would lose
our vocation
to mentor and facilitate restoration,
ego and ecotherapy reforestation,
healing,
health,
measured in polycultural health outcomes
by all democratically respected
and trusted to remain interdependent
species.
Extended even to the vipers
and poisonous spiders and ivy
and choking evangelical fake-Christians
and jihad self-terrorizing fake-Moslems,
and fear and hate-mongerers of all bad faiths,
even those Pharisees and Sadducees
rich and powerful capital hoarding
already too aristocratic
for their own healthy extended family care-giving
and receiving love
and cooperatively owned and managed grace
and positive synergy and karma.
Deniers of NatureMystic Messiahs
and Bodhisattva PeaceCircle Witnesses
are rabid wolves.
Those who choose
to Lose
at shallow capitalism
to Lose
at deep ego-ecological wisdom
are fake-redeemer sheep,
with retributive justice discipleship ways,
concerns,
Hellfire issues,
and over-invested in Win-Lose means
to successfully deny
their intrinsic bad faith in the reverse of evolution.
Those who defer to WinWin evolution
toward
mutual good faith polycultural expectations,
Those who defer to Win-Lose
anger and fear management
through self-perpetuating postponement
of Win-Win commitment.
Those yet to eventually succumb
to denying Lose egocentric body,
then Lose anthro-centric mind,
then Lose ecological multigenerational
DNA-enscribed cooperatively organized Soul,
organic meaning,
synergetic purpose,
sacred vocation,
regeneration,
restoring sacred ecological climates,
Lose reforesting evolutionary Win-Win history,
reweaving spiraling 4D RealPrime
SacredTime.
Stuck back in pre-history,
before traumatizing others
became a Golden Rule offense
against all WindNature-WaveSpirits.
If we were to win
all our anthro-centric capital-hoarding games,
we would lose our ego/eco-centric
Win-Win revolutionary
NonZero-Sum Infinite
PolyPathic Soul.
Categories:
traumatizing, beauty, culture, earth, games,
Form:
Political Verse
Imprisoning textures
and routine lectures
in loneliness,
"your own fault"
"not Other's loss"
blame
shame
dipolar co-arising
Loneliness effacing
cognitive/affective reason
and denying access
to more social future seasons
Including primal memories
of self-appreciation
self-sufficiency
communication resource-fullness,
And yet,
and yet,
Beneath such reasonable busyness,
when I can sustain
opulent MeWe identity,
Even so,
even so,
EgoWe remains curiously distinct,
courageously Not Othered,
curiously not yet Othering
Embracing
peak biosystemic health,
abstractly known integrity
falls short of panentheistic lust
specifically touched
sensory
and sacredly sexual
mystery
Mysterious loneliness sees,
smells,
hears,
tastes,
appreciates
deeply depreciates
absence of fully embodied
love touches
of verbal sound,
of nonverbal skin
hair
fingers
toes
and other shyer shows.
Loneliness knows opulent warm textures
and peak sensory beauty
Effaces more theoretical reasons
win/win
for co-empathic healthy seasons
Of nurturing resonant,
full-embodied resilient,
Self/Other recombinant
transubstantiating
panentheistic full-color wealth,
PolyPathic
PolyPhonic
PolyCultural
PolyVagal
not yet climate loneliness
chronic traumatizing despair
Including multiculturally evolving SelfAppreciation
BioOrganic revolving SelfSufficiency
CoOperative involving resource-fullness.
Categories:
traumatizing, green, health, loneliness, peace,
Form:
Parallelismus Membrorum