Trauma Poems - Poems about Trauma

Three days ago, I was buried on the ground as it seems! A cascade of issues as the days go by. The unrelenting sorrows and pain--- Weak, broken, desolation it brings! I seized the world with open hands, optimism, smile, love as much as could. Full of hope, peace and wisdom. Still joy would vanish out of sight. I left no trace in...

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So, "let it ***ing rain." "The death of us." Drowned in fire and ice. "Good knight" Carrie you broke my heart But, you, Crystal, shattered my heart, mind, and soul....

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Words are just a wrapper— Truth lives in the ache, Not in the noise we speak, But in what starts to break. We often make remarks, Wearing their grief like borrowed skin, But fail to touch the fire, That burns beneath within. "I feel alone," we think we hear— "I'm fearful. I'm not okay." We answer, "I'm sorry," Then turn and walk away. But somewhere in the...

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Comfort wrapped in a blanket of security Never fearing the chance of brutality Only a freedom granted to those with fair skin Greeted by the warmth of idiocy Building a racist system of legacy With followers who exhibit stupidity But useful in killing democracy To continue their self fulfilling prophecy Of forced superiority A politicians smile brings a darkness Poisonous...

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Let them eat cake But with no hands And a mouth sewn shut Why us Why must we suffer with crumbs And be grateful To be grateful when slavery ended When in fact it was they who started it To feed us poison instead of the antidote Then feign confusion to why it didn't work The world sees you as a victim And...

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I woke with blood in my mouth and no memory of the scab that sealed the rasure. I’m cat-spitting dog-growling peregrine-divebombing rooster-flogging badger-flipping hornet-stinging wolverine-ripping mad. I fired the sun for showing up late cursed the fridge light until yogurt soured in terror. God called I let it ring twice. The therapist said breathe so I swallowed my tongue now I speak in the language of things with canines. coyote-howl syntax vulture-vowel decay the guttural grammar of...

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I found her as a whispered line in an editorial stuck on the silk folds of a silver jubilee like regret. She had bled once in a different continent A red thread pulled taut at thirteen Doctors sealed the loom forever. I was thirteen too, still learning the topography of my brown skin. My hands trembled like birdcage doors unsure whether to open or...

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The old woman sat, eyes like pools of dreams, and imagined. If generations of pain can be passed down through bone and blood, why can’t love live there as well? She touches her face tentatively, tracing the line of her jaw—strong, etched with the strength of those who came before. Her teeth bite into questions, the kind no one wants to ask. But she does. She always...

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I miss my mom. I don’t remember much about her, It’s been over a decade and a half since I last saw her, Before she faded into The person she’s become now. But I remember when she was kind, I remember when she loved us, I miss my mom. I miss swingset rides, Her pushing me, Higher and higher, Into the sky. Snapshots, memories, A blink of her smile, I...

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We Didn’t Just Merge Frequencies (Poem Type: Lyric or Free Verse) ? Verse 1 – Spoken, low & deliberate We didn’t just merge frequencies — we remade constellations, spat in the face of fate, then redrew the sky with bleeding hands and crooked halos. We changed the story mid-sentence. Ripped pages out of history and set them on fire — just to feel the warmth of our own mythology. ? Chorus...

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Touch me where I do not tremble. Make of me a scent without a name. Let sound become what breath once was before it learned to speak. Let the tongue forget its hunger. Listen to me with the skin of thought. I seek no salvation, only time that vibrates beneath the skin. ...

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"It was your dress," they replied Was it? The ripped fabric cried The 5-year-old's laughter silenced that day Couldn't even scream, "I'm just a child," and ran away "It was your shorts," they claimed Was it? The torn seams proclaimed The 10-year-old's dreams shattered, flamed Couldn't even cry, "I'm just a girl," with shame "It was your clothes," they blamed Was it? The cloth...

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"It was your dress," they replied Was it? The ripped fabric cried The 5-year-old's laughter silenced that day Couldn't even scream, "I'm just a child," and ran away "It was your shorts," they claimed Was it? The torn seams proclaimed The 10-year-old's dreams shattered, flamed Couldn't even cry, "I'm just a girl," with shame "It was your clothes," they blamed Was it? The cloth...

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Every picture I’ve seen of you as a child, You wear your hair in plaits. A stern middle parting and two dark brown braids Falling down on each shoulder. A maypole’s dream. You would do your best to wash them when you could, When shampoo was available, Or even in the single, small bathroom. You would vigorously scrub your face too With...

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Her inability to love. Love like bitter sweet honey, Humming to the song of her heart, One she has long forgotten the lyrics. A reminisced feeling of sealed Déjà vu. And she struggles. At sight of change, Freedom of her own mind. Inability broken. She is afraid. A violent ringing in her ears. Her hearts song screams As she...

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