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.
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
Negativity
Manipulative
Discerning…concerning…ever-burning and forever churning inside
Joy
Peace
Replays scene…
PTSD So indecent
Heart full of innocence
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.
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
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
Whiskey road,
all alone,
here we go again/
Hitting switchbacks,
going too fast,
chasing down my sin/
Headlights crawl,
through the pouring rain,
to where the road gives out/
Glass eye’d stare,
same whispered prayers,
plunged deep into the black/
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.
There are days when it feels like,
I have survived on a banquet of madness.
I paid for the pain that feeds me,
with a pound of stubborn persistence.
Depression entices my hunger,
with a feast of perpetual sadness.
I wait for my dessert, called happiness,
That 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
Disgust
Guilt
Fear
I felt dirty
Trapped in 2006
Experiencing the cold floor
Seeing from a 3rd person view
While feeling from a first person experience
I could not leave
I was stuck in a memory
Of unbelievable horror
14 years later
Haunted by the actions
Of someone I trusted
I loved
Betrayed in an instant
Duress and death and flies persist
but I can't rest, or I won't rise
While on I press, relays of mist
that graze beside me now and then,
make red my dead and distant eyes
but raise my listing head again
Unhinged, ashamed, yet still servile,
I aim and brave men atomize
to ginger haze around me, while
ghosts and grenades fill the skies...
Hot air seems restless;
Staring at portent grey eyes
I can hear you growl:
Please don't open up;
I don't have an umbrella;
Your mood's a twister;
Bright is the sparkle
that always seems to calm me;
It peeks from behind;
I feel it coming,
an out of control downpour;
I can't outrun it;
Then all you did? Smile at me.
Thunderstorm P.T.S.D.
Doth thou Parle the night's
Vastidity?
Wouldst be thine haver of thy
Uneyed, thought-sickness strewn umoving
Travels?
Ratherst, it be that, it is thine
trade-fallen quarters; thine debt as
the Militarist is mete by the
Languish bestrewn on thine epochtic mind.
The morrow breaks...
They rise
like unseen constellations
aligning themselves in silence—
each one tied to a choice
I have not yet made.
What comes for me
moves with intention.
What stays
does so because it is meant to root.
What leaves
makes space for a greater unfolding.
I feel myself opening to it—
slowly, bravely,
the way a soul unclenches
after years of holding its own weight.
You laid asleep as I showered your body
in cotton candy kisses
A whispered I'm sorry
for the row we had just before bed
My anxiety creeping in
with each rise of your chest
Heavy with realization
that this fall might be our last
I listen to your snores
counting seconds in silence
Memorizing each movement
preparing for an imaginary pop quiz
Your love is still my mountain
steady and strong
in the ocean I feel closer
to you
we’re in the same ocean
same tides, same moon
sometimes
i can almost feel you.
but
you’re so far away
( especially now )
there used to be just
distance
&& now there’s added
S P A C E.
I once fought so hard
to close
the distance.
I beat the distance
( I won. )
I forgot that once I won
I could stop
fighting.
( please give me a chance to stop fighting )
Silver knife in the heart
Twisting
Crystalizing off of fear, building a fort to disappear
Forever
Black shadow upon my chest
Sucking the happines from my soul and leaving me among the rest
Empty
Running away from the stress
Choking on the truth
One neglect after another
Chaining me in a dark room,sunlight never shining in
A doll to control,stealing from the innocence
Taken while conscious, and gifted voidance
Blackest night is my heart
into its depths I can not see
All my life is mists of gray
nothing plain for me
I look deep into your eyes
and know what we had is gone
And still I see the shadows of love lost...
and wish it not bygone
Perhaps I will never learn,
at least that's what some would say
And all my life, wishful thinking
controlling all my days
The dilemma of dissociation (C) 1986 Susan Manley