Trauma Poems
Green Eyes
by Kenyon Rose
I have his eyes,
I have his hair,
I have his scars,
and I had his bruises
that I practiced covering
in the mirror.
When I see him in the mirror –
transfixed by eyes
that stop me from finding cover –
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Sad Knight
by Civl 12346
What would thou think of me tying rope to the tree?
With every strike mine own sword stabs back at me.
Perhaps I will let mine enemy pierce me,
For I can go on no longer.
Each day I sharpen and shine my blade.
And each day in its reflection I see myself fade.
If only the Fades could snip mine tarnished thread
And leave me strewn among the field with the other soldiers lying dead.
I look to the heavens; may He guide me.
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Ribbons
by Nora La King
They are pulled from me;
Stretched, knotted, and
Burned in a fireplace
Where trust and human emotions,
Are turned to blackened ash
I am left an empty roll.
The ribbons of my feelings,
Manhandled, manipulated
Mitigated, and misunderstood.
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Missing Love
by S K
I’ve never known love
Grace, I showed
Intelligence, I possessed
Attention, I did not lack
With a man always at my back
Countless hearts, I used
Until they bruised
Meticulously, I dwindled men
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Acceptance
by Jonathan Goff
Shaking—
not like leaves in the wind,
but like glass in an earthquake.
Shards.
Artifacts.
Scars.
Moments frozen in amber,
each aching, each pulsing,
each with its own heartbeat—
remembering its dance.
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Acceptance
by Jonathan Goff
Shaking—
not like leaves in the wind,
but like glass in an earthquake.
Shards.
Artifacts.
Scars.
Moments frozen in amber,
each aching, each pulsing,
each with its own heartbeat—
remembering its dance.
......
Babylon: Inheritance
by Jonathan Goff
Fuck the mother of lies, the father of deceit,
who feed poison to their children,
becoming their friends, helpers, enemies–
their finishers.
Lions–
dancing, then lunging,
never satisfied,
always stealing,
blind and
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villian arc
by Morgan Cockerham
I am the echo of your wants,
a whisper you can’t chase.
And when you reach for me,
I’m gone—like smoke you can't erase.
I've got some tricks tucked up my sleeve.
I've become someone I hate.
If you're drawn to pain, come closer—
I’ll hand you all my weight.
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Hand me down love
by Daniel Ryan Cotler
Love always came, but never in my size.
Too big to hold, slipping through my fingers,
or too small, choking me in its seams.
I wore it anyway
patched-up apologies, sleeves too short to keep me warm,
frayed edges where promises unraveled.
I shopped for love in secondhand stores,
digging through racks of discarded affection,
trying on whispers that no longer fit their owners,
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Everything I thought I was
by Daniel Ryan Cotler
I watched myself in the reflection of ashes,
a silhouette of everything I thought I was.
The person I used to be
naive, trusting, eager to give
smiled back,
a ghost of a life I no longer recognize.
I thought I was unbreakable,
but their words were hammers,
their silences were chisels,
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