Best Triggers Poems
What triggers out-of-control emotions?
frown
whistle
lopsided picture frame
yellow flowered wallpaper
person
smell
landscape
poem
painted canvas
purse
postcard
antique mall
toothbrush
six thousand eight hundred other things
What triggers me is unique to me
And what triggers you is an anomaly to me
Your Calm — a Silver Hemisphere —
Serenely — held in Hand —
Too Still — for Souls that traffic Noise —
They cannot — understand —
A Quiet — is a Provocation —
To Spirits — bred of Storm —
Your Stillness — is an Atmosphere
They cannot — take — by Form —
They rattle — at your Equinox —
They claw — at Gentle Air —
For Peace — to them — is Foreign Speech —
And Silence — lays them bare —
Yet keep — your Temper’s Lantern — lit —
Unflickering — and True —
For Chaos — melts — in Light like that —
Though Chaos — envies — You —
pouring
sexy velvet origins
ignoring
delicacies begging please
forming
mold and fashion flesh driven sins
storing
homemade ***** potion remedies
preparing
visual nude food female medicines
exploring
the view from subdued dirty knees
erotic deep massage sensualities
high flame temptation recipes
lust concoction cream filling candies
who is the bondage sandman
complying to your delectable submissive fantasies
audacious
lacy lingerie masked peep show
courageous
breath by exhibitionist neon winter glow
voluptuous
thick statuesque marvel from head to toe
sensuous
all the words that we speak and readily know
lilaceous
rose petal confetti falling like chunky snow
delicious
the smutty delicacies that we continuously grow
baby what's your favorite speak
that'll make your tongue weak
here I am your favorite freak
who'll take you on with lips of sweetness
you'll take, make no mistake
I revel in my shackled sexual deviant bliss
triggering temptation as we play
come here baby and have it your way
the punch of the first note
the sound of your name
the sight of the number
invokes an ocean of emotion
the tickle of a memory
the hint of a smile tugging lips
the ache of a heart
what remains is just reminiscing
the last word
the last laugh
the last time
marks passing bisection of our worlds
the hourglass grains sliding away
the slipping grasp on affection
the tapering conversation
history repeats itself
but the consecutive will never be the same
P eople all over the earth were shocked to hear that a Comet half the size of the moon, would
A nnihilate every human being and most animals on earth on Friday, August 26, 2016; no one would survive.
N othing could be done as the comet was too big to be destroyed or nudged off course by missiles.
D eath and destruction would be almost immediate at 1111 AM Greenwich Mean Time on that day.
E veryone was panicking, rushing to be with loved ones, gathering families together, not knowing what to do and when.
M eetings of authorities and police failed to stop rioting, looting and the rush on banks, shops and chaos on the roads.
O bviously, no one went to work and this caused chaos as there were no planes, trains, buses, no transport, no police, nothing but chaos.
N othing worked any more, and there was no way to gather families together as service stations stopped selling petrol, food shops closed, lights went out; panicked buying and looting emptied the shops.
I nside the cities it was mayhem, as people ran about trying to do everything they promised themselves, and others they would do before they died.
U nable to travel people huddled together, cried and tried to call loved ones on clogged and failing phone lines; the internet stopped.
M any people planned ways to end it all, humanely holding hands, calmly drifting away, well before the fire ball hit, as the pandemonium became sheer intolerable terror.
Not gas, not oil, but leadership
Yes, it's leadership pipelines we lack
Young people coming up through the ranks
For their mentors' devotion giving thanks
It's every individual for himself today
That's the internet and social media way
Instead of bringing us together
Instead of inspiring us
All this 'technology' misinforms and divides us
So it's up to us oldsters who still know how to do it
To direct these youngsters, channel their raw vigor
For we sorely lack leaders, no Buffets, no Reagans
Let's get our youth in the pipelines ~ pulling leadership's triggers
I hate how I feel
Although common it seems
Having been once again
What I swore I’d not be
Yes, despite all the talks
That I’ve had with myself
Making promises to
Put the past on the shelf
Asking Heaven to help me
And forming a plan
Putting forth my best effort
To do all I can
But so quickly it seems
To unravel and fray
As I learn once again
What I learn everyday
That small problems are made
A full universe bigger
If you won’t stop what starts
With the smallest of triggers
…Jeff Bresee
UNFORSAKENED
It is I, you said, was God-send
I was oblivious to your retirement
That extra special event.
It is I, you told, "...was a nobody."
The day after, I fell to the floor and wept
One abruptly wailed out your name.
It is I, you loved, with a love so raw
I awoke and found me on your pillow
Pink roses filled that crystal vase.
It was you, I loved, with a love so rare
I bowed and cried my first tear, all
For the sake of loving you.
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PTSD stay away from me
Triggers let me be
Trigger here
Triggers there
Triggers everywhere
When Can I breath
When will it leave
I just want to live, I just want to sleep
I just want to lift my head up and walk not weep
I want to Stop having to ask people to forgive
It’s not fair to those who love you And give
They really don’t know what you have been through
Nor the battles in your head that are a head full
It’s always So hard and to emotional to talk about
Even though talking is the healing route
You just want to scream and yell it out
Just to be able smile
Keep people happy for once for awhile
Safety is a rare commodity.
You can tell someone your traumas & triggers and they will still use them against you for personal gain to try to control.
Which can lead to physical abuse, if you call them out on their role.
If you aren't careful friends even family will use their mask to justify their treatment & why they take everything right down to your last set of clothes.
Always stay woke & remember some even close to us, wear that manipulative cloak.
There are triggers...
and then there are triggers.
When the stars above shine on me,
I am always aware that you trigger something within me.
What you trigger is loving.
You warm my heart
and sometimes chase me away in sadness.
But tonight you warm my heart.
Thank you. I have been wondering
many things.
The universe has no interest in what I know,
but occasionally peeks in to see how I've grown.
That eye...is not accompanied by ears.
Have you ever noticed that?
I don't want to be left behind...
and suddenly I'm that 16 year old girl
and like a box of discarded items
my parents moved several states away.
That is mine, my emotional problem. I own that.
So I send it back to it's source, return to sender,
and bless him on his path.
I am cleaning my field
in the autumn of my life.
working out shortcomings -
appropriateness...
buffing down and softening those hard spots,
that have been misperceived as strength.
Please don't misunderstand the love you trigger.
It is appropriate,
not the intimate kind,
although it is personal.
So I send you love.
Yes, there are triggers...
and then there are triggers.
I seek out inspiration.
Irritated Steven wrote his anger triggers down.
His therapist read them, trying not to frown.
He asked his client to number them now
Number 106 was a fat dairy cow.
Number 214 was bird booby that was blue.
All together there were a thousand and two.
Everything made him mad – paper clips even.
Therapist knew he had a lifetime of work with this guy Steven.
She ponders how this anxiety will manifest
As she watches him ignore her every request
She feels unseen and unheard by his deflection
Triggers are thrown in every direction
He needs more time to process this feeling
The message she sent leaves him reeling
He’s overwhelmed by her incessant reflection
Triggers are thrown in every direction
She opens her reels and there she sees
He gives out adoration to others with ease
This hurts her core wound of rejection
Triggers are thrown in every direction
He won’t give her his time or intent
His independence is sacred to the highest extent
He’s a stubborn bachelor who refuses inflection
Triggers are thrown in every direction
She’s open and honest and has strong emotion
Her desires and fantasies perceived such a notion
That relations with him could be perfection
Triggers are thrown in every direction
His vulnerability shrinks into tiny vague pieces
As his unruly fear of closeness with her increases
He puts up a wall of resistance for protection
Triggers are thrown in every direction
She’s aware of his changes and patterns
So she earnestly studies his actions and learns
She sees him clearly through his disconnection
Triggers are thrown in every direction
He’s mastered the art of compartmentalization
This he learned as a child of emotional desertion
Leaving a core wound of shame, lacking affection
Triggers are thrown in every direction
She’s hot for him and seeks his attention
But her moves are met by his calm apprehension
When he touches her curves, there is no objection
Triggers are thrown in every direction
He’s terrified to advance the romance
He’s better suited to practice avoidance
She’s too real and he feels the connection
Triggers are thrown in every direction
Triggers
Soft & loud
Here comes the storm cloud
Sssh the silent treatment
Meant for cruelty intent
Everyone’s the enemy
Even if I don’t agree
Stomping, slamming,huffing & puffing
Saying he’s only joking and bluffing
Ignoring, interrupting, intimidation
Only leads to darkness and deflation
Rolling his eyes and being dismissive
Thoughts of not to live
Invisible is how I feel
He says it’s no big deal
Triggers are all around
Without any sound
Yes we fell for it, we drank, we smoked, we tried all kinds of stuff that made us sick.
Yes we seen the stuff on every conner, we thought it was all good for us.
Yes we thought abortion was good, that we were to young and should continue on with that type of life.
Yes we fell for it, a lot of us died, we lost our life, we could never stop all of the stuff that made us sick.
Yes we watched all the examples and thought that was the way we were to dress.
Yes we wanted good examples, of how to love life and reach all of our potential.
Yes we are trying to move ahead and love and learn, and forgive.
Yes so please stop all the bad stuff, put it in a place where people are aware of the impact of that stuff.
Yes we want our future to look bright, we do not want to fall for any negative intentional triggers that cause us death.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.