Trauma Poems - Poems about Trauma

Why am I so different? Why does the world look at me as if I am broken and lost? Tragedy does not define me touched as a child now forced to wear the scars of my generational curse.Due to one man’s uncontrollable lust the world treats me as if though I am better off dead....

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The sun closes her eyes, and I must close mine, this time, but my breaking blood-brain barrier bids otherwise. Another long night bodes foreboding in this light. Forbidden thoughts seep deep from blood to brain. I must fight, again, another tormenting night. Earth's most frightening repetitive cycle plays on repeat as I try to cycle through my backups to no avail,...

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In case I never write another poem again, here's what I've been thinking I've had a rough time wrestling with the rigid grooves inside my red hard, head - heading nowhere really, getting no place clearly, drearily coming to a head - where spine meets brain and runs its creviced terrain it spent too many hours of my life building. Beautiful though, isn't it? All of it...

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Radically erroneous monotheists have mistakenly substituted our co-infested co-operative co-invested co-empathic pantheistic HolySpirit's naturally healthy resonant EarthTribal bodhisattva powers of polyculturing communion love and peace for messianically monoculturing luster and loneliness unnaturally unhealthy irreligiously irritating dissonance degeneratively devilish and idolatrous and disrapturously ecocidal false-god demonic anthro-supremacist power Struggling to survive other fundamentally erroneous monotheists....

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Memories of whip-lashing words steeped me deep into a roil of rancid oil my soul a weeping blistered sore my heart a gangrene amputee pus-green-memories rupture to plague me infection still oozes from core’s moaning cracks in a pale cringe I sniffled cold floor my confidant a split lip half-wit tamed by the maim of...

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The smooth ink stains bleed a crimson red with each stroke The pages' colors publish a perilous message against the black granite surface Black, red, white Its message is clear It's time to stop writing...

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This, is where it began A scream Blood curdling An amalgamation of acid and iron Coagulates my blood Mother Instinct seizes Heart racing Legs race faster Thoughts race out of hand A...

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You had two months to live No one told you, no one warned you No one knew I can’t look you in the eyes I tried, a thousand times But what once felt safe seemed savage What once was certain proved damaged The wreckage was drastic Do I blame myself? Or do I blame you? You had two days to live No one told you, no...

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A bedroom door that never locked, Footsteps heavy like thunderclocks, Mother's wine glass, cracked and red, Words that bruised more than fists ever did. A closet full of whispered screams, Apologies lost in fevered dreams, Father's belt, a sermon preached, Love, a language never reached. A dog buried in silence deep, Secrets traded instead of sleep, Schoolyard eyes like hunting knives, Laughter echoing butchered lives. The smell...

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What do you do when your head feels like a million pounds, your chest is buried underground, where worms and slugs and filth abound, and rocks compound overhead, compounding a heaviness which even the heaviest cannot heave. Where mere moments make a millennia of torment - For sleepless nights make endless days and endless days make immortality - And mine is underground Far Far Underground Where hell itself...

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I'm your punching bag I'm all the negative thoughts you've ever had When your cup gets empty you can drink from mine I'll drink all the promises you left behind You had a bad day so I'll turn the other cheek If I try to resist you'll call me weak So I take it because somehow the alternative hurts much worse Is...

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They call us snakes. Evil. Cold blooded. Cruel. Why would you say that when learning someone was diagnosed with a mental disorder that was out of their control? Oh, but right, you hear about it on crime shows and boisterous podcasts, so that makes you a licensed-to-judge therapist. You hear about it in shootings, thievery,...

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I place my pen so painfully on the page Ink stains so sinister Too dark for the heart to feel over again And over again And again I feel my heart launch inside my throat Choking me Breath which used to come to easily Thoughts once produced so placidly So readily Fade suddenly Fog...

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Do I want this? Your hands on my skin You’re gripping my chin With every kiss I just want to be Nurtured Your hands explore further My mind resists But my body continues I'm not gonna miss you I reminisce To a time I felt scared I wasn’t prepared This isn’t bliss My body feels dirty I smile, flirty Why do I do this? I put myself in places With so many...

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If you asked me at age six, I might've told you I want to become a doctor, a scientist or even a hero that saves the planet. But now I feel so ancient, like I’ve lived a hundred years in quiet rooms where no one noticed the girl holding the walls up. I’ve carried generations in my chest my mother’s sorrow, my friends’ storms, strangers' cries...

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