Истории Traumapoetry

Some girls learn to scream. She learned to stay quiet. The Woman Who Stayed Soft is a poetry collection told in chapters a journey through silence, survival, and softness. It also includes the pain and agony through ones screams. Each chapter opens with an acrostic. Each poem a flame: epic, concrete, rhymed. A voice once quiet, now reclaiming itself. ✨ New poems every week 📚 New chapters every 2-3 weeks 💌 Read gently Chapter 1 is live! Chapter 2 is live! Chapter 3 is live! Chapter 4 is live! For the soft ones who stayed. For the ones who made it out anyway.

"I've carried this anger for half my life I'm placing it down" Short poems from the years I'm now trying to heal from.

An unspoken ache encrypted in verse - where understanding is not claimed, but proven through pain.

(by @SapphireSpeaks) She said, "Speak now or stay silent forever." So I stepped up to the mic- voice shaking, soul leaking, and told the truth anyway. These ain't just poems. These are survival spells. Confessions with cracked teeth. Love letters written in the dark. Pain turned into power. Faith that limps, but still walks. If you've ever wanted to scream but only had ink, this is for you. Snap if it hits. Stay if it heals.

3am thoughts and poem. Possibly triggering or somethin

A mind is not a prison - it is a ballroom built for survival. This piece follows the quiet choreography of someone dancing through their own unraveling, mistaking movement for escape. Here, madness isn't chaos but elegance - a performance no one sees, and a room no one else enters. It is an intimate portrait of the beauty and terror of holding yourself together.

A retelling that strips the myth bare. A woman wronged by gods, erased by storytellers, and punished for a crime that was never hers. This is Medusa speaking for herself-

These poems come from personal experience and are my own work. I find it's easier to express your emotions through a form of art and for that I chose poetry. If you find you relate to any of these I advise seeking some help or guidance.

Some of the life inside of a child growing up with substance abuse and what the effects are after

This is an assorted works that I have written about my childhood experiences as an autistic child living in an abusive household. This contains mentions of abuse, sexual assault, ableism, homophobia, and suicide.

Silent Chaos is where my pain finds its voice. A quiet sanctuary of poetry and prose shaped by chronic illness, survival, and the storm beneath the surface. Sometimes, all I have are words - bleeding quietly from wounds no one can see. Welcome to my journey - I'm still writing the ending with every breath I take.

UPDATED CONSTANTLY !! a collection of poetry and prose from a psyche worn and demented. the majority of these poems, though not all, were written at a very low and dark time. this collection is for all the masochists with no answer to their incessant 'why 's', the ones who have looked death straight in its eyes and find the fear feels anticlimactic, the broken hearts and the fractured heads, the bags of flesh who find it so hard to get out of bed when the alarm calls forth, the people whose brains have unraveled like a ball of yarn and now hangs in a lonely noose around their neck. this is for the self-proclaimed maniac, the seeker of authenticity, the repressed hypersexual, the deluded pagan. this is my account of fading to nothing. may it inspire you to share yours. sincerely, lemyn victoria

This isn't a love story - it's a conversation with the part of myself I left behind. A collection of poems about loneliness, longing, and learning to love again in your own silence. ✍️ WrittenByMissE - Where Poetry Meets the Paranormal

Ache & After is a poetry collection about emotional aftermath. It explores love that bruises, loss that lingers, trauma that reshapes, and the slow, imperfect process of healing. Written through moments of grief, longing, survival, and self-discovery, each piece reflects the quiet truths we carry when the worst has already happened. This book is not about fixing pain. It is about naming it - and surviving it.

This is anger, grief, and truth laid bare. I am telling my story-the story of a brother stolen, of pain ignored, of lies swallowed, and of a family's hypocrisy exposed. Every word is fire. Every sentence bleeds. This poem is a scream for justice, a declaration of rage, and a monument to the truth that was silenced for too long. I carry every wound, every betrayal, every moment they thought I would break, and I channel it into words that refuse to be ignored. If you've ever been unheard, betrayed, or left behind, this is for you. This is raw, unfiltered, and real.