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Ptsd poetry anyone?

I laughed so loud I probably woke someone on the other side of the world!

I'm glad I could give you a laugh! They say laugher is the best medicine...and it is certainly cheaper! Sometimes writing funny poetry really changes how my day goes. I have gotten into the habit of getting up every day about 5 in the morning, writing till 6, and I just seem to feel so much better.....I think I finish up that restorative sleep problem-solving my brain tries to do at night.....writing 3 pages of whatever is left in my head, is cathartic, and poetry writing has gotten easier as a result. If I could write a silly poem everyday, relating to my life, I think I'd be a much happier person-I wonder what Shel Silverstein is like in person?
I just love his humorous poems!

What a talented group! I'm seriously blown away by this poetry. I wrote this PTSD poem awhile back...

This is very deep and it expresses the trauma you endured. It is a very good poem. Thank you for sharing.
 
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Morning Limerick:

I Need a Change

I need a new color for my toes,
Not like this chipped up hue that blows,
Maybe purple, blue or green,
Something these toes have never seen,
A new color I really must expose.

After work I know what I'll do,
Get a pedi and color them blue,
Each toe it's own hue,
To my creativity I'll be true,
Yes, I NEED a pedi, its long overdo.
 
Couldn't get away from the cleaning topic....pondered a bit about my cleaning avoidance.....this is what came to me....

Destined to be Messy

Messy Bessy, a name I recall,
Negativity began when I was small,
Why not teach me to organize?
Instead I heard Mom criticize,
Destined to be messy, I recall..........
 
Just Because...

Just because I have a high IQ
does not mean I knew it all
I needed to learn life skills;
they were too busy working
to even give me a call.

Money meant the world
to them, it was like a god
their showroom home
had to be spotless
and oh so "mod."

Every few months
when I was at school
mom would clean my room.
I'd come home later
confused, and like a fool.

I could not find a thing!
Why couldn't she have done
this on the weekend?
Taught me how to do it too
I didn't have to be the guilty one!

li'l spiritsong
 
Exactly! I also got criticized as if I was supposed to have born knowing how to clean and organize s...

No wonder we avoid and feel inadequate in the cleaning department. Parents don't know how they warp their kids with their criticism. My mother didn't know any better and I'm sure she didn't think that the words coming out of her mouth would have a lasting effect. She's dead and gone....and I still recall the negative.

In my job,I work with all kinds of parents....they do the best they can with what skills and emotional resources their parents left them. I'm sure I've said things that my daughter recalls as negative. I'm really trying to put things into perspective and not be so grudgy about it all. Hanging onto the old laundry list, the old anger gets heavy....and it seems to cloud how I react. Writing poetry...seems to lighten things.
 
Morning Limerick:

Poem for a PTSDer

A PTSDer we might be,
with lots of smarts, we'll all agree.
But we are always coping,
And always hoping,
We'll find our contentment, our destiny.

A PTSDer, we might be,
And here we're in good company,
Huge hurdles to overcome,
Sometimes feeling so dumb,
From our negative self, set us free.

Let's use our brain and try to see,
If we can overcome our inadequacy,
Dig down and think hard,
Clean out our graveyard,
Of dreary doubt and self- negativity.
 
@Bkinder. I'm enjoying your poems. They're great. Keep em coming!
Thank you....
Other people's comments and poems give me ideas at 5am when I journal and try to write a poem. My goal, to write one each morning, but inspiration I could use. How about you giving a poem a go?:cool: Make me laugh:roflmao: or cry, or whatever.....it could be fun. There is a budding poet in all of us.....I'm sure there's one in you.
 

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