Shellshocked Poems - Poems about Shellshocked

...Having been a journalist for the past forty years, now ready to make my final accord, I had to cover this one last story. My days have been long, and my shuteye has been short. In a small village w......Read the rest...

...Poppy by Michael R. Burch “It is lonely to be born.” – Dannie Abse, “The Second Coming” It is lonely to be born between the intimate ears of corn . . . the sunlit, flooded, shellshocked rows......Read the rest...

...Pray, let me tell a story not so sweet-   E'er sure thy holes on head's side glean'd this 'ere; Once upon a time, when naught ruled discreet,   Please panic not- there was no time to snare; Lest......Read the rest...

...save those tears for the solitude of night alone in your cold little widow’s bed when gates open to memories flowing still shellshocked by the emptiness of his love suddenly gone taking comf......Read the rest...

...*internal thinking* "Well, this is new. Maybe I should try this out… I'm sure you can do it! You're totally a great writer. But, why do you want to try something that frustrates you? Let's try ......Read the rest...

...PTSD Here we go again, reality is setting in, or is it?What is it? It sometimes feels more like a dream, not the pleasant fairytale kind, but of the nightmare genre. Gotta go back to ga-ga land, b......Read the rest...

...SHELLSHOCKED slashed indigo lines reconstruct your mosaic face in my head twisted waves restricted by 10 inch wrist stitched shellshocked minds should we try piece ourselves to......Read the rest...

...Again I am a ticking bomb waiting to go off my head filled with so many instabilities, it’s like I have a shellshocked army in my head! I daydream of stability, it hovers out of reach like......Read the rest...

...off too see her now we sliding on chrome slippining past slip;ery serpents its certain its aknown fact dont push me cause i push back push black white in the night and winding sliding sliders right ......Read the rest...

...War Of The World Death, pain, blood, shellshocked men, suffering and darkness.  It's all they ever saw.  Soldiers thinking of their lives.  Rotting flesh and the whimper of dying men with their bodi......Read the rest...

...Medals in a cupboard drawer Testament of what went before With his enemy held no score Boy's turned men, played at war In blooded field or muddy trench Gaunt eye's stared from stench Bone and......Read the rest...