Short Ptsd Poems
Short Ptsd Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Ptsd by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Ptsd by length and keyword.
sounds like gunshots
fireworks getting closer
i feel threatened
i think of the vets
horrible ptsd
my dogs ears hurting
thin skin and taut thought
cowering
drumsticks everywhere
while the heart may come off pure
secret desires inherently do not
synchronized standards = compatibility
yet unhealed trauma = an utter mess
some brain damage isn't physical
but a sudden assault
by sights, sounds or circumstance
that leave the cerebrum
asunder
12/31/18
carefree summer night
recalling the fireworks fuse…
Déjà vu to Vietnam
For the fireworks haiku contest and dedicated to all vets who suffer from PTSD.
Negativity
Manipulative
Discerning…concerning…ever-burning and forever churning inside
Joy
Peace
Replays scene…
PTSD So indecent
Heart full of innocence
explosions come in spurts
streaming screaming then POP!
war veterans who fought for us cringe
PTSD makes this a night of horror for them
4th of July fun for others
No relaxation
Must keep my distance from you
I see flashbacks of your face
You don't have me trapped
Your comments I will ignore
I'm safe from your delusions
Possibly the most difficult battle I've ever fought.
Timeless struggles of my mind.
Scenes of human depravity lurk behind my closed eyes.
Disturbs my daily routines and demands attention.
fireworks or gun fire?
If you suffer from PTSD does it matter?
Hurting their heart, and their dogs’ ears.
And yet, we love them in America.
Where vets are suffering every time, they hear them.
Hide my sad, hide my pain, hide my mad,
hide my angry, hide my broken,
hide my tears,
hide my fears, hide my insurcureates
my PTSD my stupid,
my I'm fine's, my everything
please hide me.
You have two choices
in war…
Turn into a psychopath,
or suffer PTSD
Becoming the former,
may insure your survival
Suffering the latter
—and your world self destructs
(Dreamsleep: January, 2020)
Post: the brains reaction, after the fact -
Traumatic - the ugly, sad truth that shook me off track!
Stress; exhaustive intrusions keep me on edge -
Disorder - fear of the nightmare that lives in my head!
Father of Mine,
What horrors have you seen?
That kept you from us
From the family that we could never be?
I love you
And I fear that the further you drift,
That you’ll answer L’apple du vidde.
Is it so wrong to be worried?
I love you.
Staunch, spine straight as a flagpole
Chin tucked into neckfolds of flesh
Face itch, lips blubber incessantly...
Hips thrust forward... twin bulldozers
Life expectancy, a speck in a sandstorm
Rows of medals under gray sash, Iraq
Aching OA and RSI.
(not to mention RSSI,
an understudy in CTE)
The ever dependable SAD.
Add the ADD to the PTSD,
the monthly dose of PMS
and the occasional case of RLS.
Not to be forgotten
is the Great TBI.
Yes!
Working on a Doctorate of Life I am.
Little about me...
Severe depression, Anxiety not to mention PTSD
Recently diagnosed, unmedicated
At times I feel obliterated
Though I hope to cope and not to croak...
Basically to provoke
Longevity with no strife for
This a beautiful life...
Indeed.
PTSD LIFE
Presence of unwanted dreams.
Tremors in my body it causes
Searching for answers it would seem
Dangerous as there are no pauses
Loving oneself is hard to create
Intimacy is so far away
Friendship begging I need a mate
Energy depletes every day
I was questioned by my former in-laws
When you were taking care of the baby
placing the bathtub over the bathtub
Did you have modesty in your gaze?
I swear by God
I tried with my passport
This led me to autism and dyslexia
Soon to be PTSD too!
3:21 PM
8-5-2024
Historical Foreshadowing
Marring-
The once brilliant Sanctuary
-A commonplace Event-
Without a place.
An opening up
Of old and new torments
And
Run
On
Thoughts
-Half Unanswered-
Stop at the border
-In semidarkness-
The edge of eternity.
Untitled
Deathly living till dying breath.
Somber dreaming a lively death.
Body ailing, self enemy.
Ever changing the remedy.
Boldly living from open womb.
Never changing, to closing tomb.
Never living a normal life.
Ever planning for daily strife.
~J.D. Cromwell
I’m
So
Traumatized.
I think you can see my eyes.
It feels unreal
The way I feel
Does anybody love me?
I can’t remember
Much of my life
If I do
I know I’ll die.
Here is the reason why:
Nobody ever wants me.
Betrayal
Betrayal
The Voices all cry.
Inside my head
I wonder why
I am abused
All the time.
Chet grabbed my story and claimed it as his own.
Tacking on a slightly different ending.
I kept my mouth shut about this.
War has obliterated his own stories.
PTSD dangles him in a state of web-like anxiety.
If claiming my stories makes him happy, then great.
I am glad to be of service to this Vietnam War vet.
there are days when it feels like,
I survive on a banquet of madness,
while paying for pain that feeds me,
with a pound of stubborn persistence,
depression entices my hunger,
with a feast of perpetual sadness,
while my much awaited dessert,
called happiness,
Is met with much resistance.
I have borderline
I have bipolar
I have PTSD
I have anxiety
I have scars
I'm not abusive
I'm not manipulative
I'm not cold
I'm not crazy
I'm not attention seeking
I'm hurt
I'm sad
i'm lonely
I'm scared
I'm abused
See me
Notice me
I am smart
I am caring
I am loving
l am empathetic
I am Me