Poems about Healing
#healing
Poems about healing and therapy. Poetry about making progress in life and becoming healthy, healing physically or mentally from past traumas.
runningturtle87
Poem Published
15th Oct 2021 10:20pm
15th Oct 2021 10:20pm
Harvey's Wallybanger
Harvey's Wallybanger
An open source
Allows
The course
To flow
Its water
Wheel,
And when
It's Harvey's
Wallybanger,
Things
For sure
Get real.
An open source
Allows
The course
To flow
Its water
Wheel,
And when
It's Harvey's
Wallybanger,
Things
For sure
Get real.
#motivational
#uplifting
#healing #determination
#healing #determination
42 reads
2 Comments
RiAN
Poem Published
15th Oct 2021 9:19am
15th Oct 2021 9:19am
11.11
Look
it is time
we have unclipped our wings
graced the grass with gallant dew
read the glistening glow
there you will see us
angelical visions open
seraphim kites
soaring upwards
universal cobweb quivers
it is time
imprinted water weavers
have arrived to void strength
sequence
I see you
etching
rearward
your reflecting
it is time
for
your
heart
let the wild river
carry you
into the sun soil
light
faintly 'flutters
it is time
we have unclipped our wings
graced the grass with gallant dew
read the glistening glow
there you will see us
angelical visions open
seraphim kites
soaring upwards
universal cobweb quivers
it is time
imprinted water weavers
have arrived to void strength
sequence
I see you
etching
rearward
your reflecting
it is time
for
your
heart
let the wild river
carry you
into the sun soil
light
faintly 'flutters
#uplifting
#healing
#symbolism
52 reads
12 Comments
buddhakitty
Poem Published
13th Oct 2021 1:01am
13th Oct 2021 1:01am
the arms of grace
just think if compassion
and mercy
were not uncommon
acts,
what if these virtues
came a easily as drinking
water, breathing, or
sleeping.
what would this world
be like:
wars, genocide, atrocities
would end,
hunger, homelessness,
poverty would no
longer be tolerated,
addiction, abuse,
domestic violence
would desolve before
the continence of
grace
can you picture a
world like
this?
...you can!
come on ...
and mercy
were not uncommon
acts,
what if these virtues
came a easily as drinking
water, breathing, or
sleeping.
what would this world
be like:
wars, genocide, atrocities
would end,
hunger, homelessness,
poverty would no
longer be tolerated,
addiction, abuse,
domestic violence
would desolve before
the continence of
grace
can you picture a
world like
this?
...you can!
come on ...
#kindness
#courage
#peace
#healing
#tolerance
55 reads
12 Comments
I_IS_ME
Poem Published
11th Oct 2021 5:01am
11th Oct 2021 5:01am
Constitution
Any medical professional will tell you that 90% of a cure is human interaction
Doctors know that there is a psychological healing process to an illness reaction
The body within itself, is a self healing, self processing machine
If you're entered into a hospital, all that they do is just digestively clean
A few chemicals to cause the body to react the opposite of the illness
Or just clean out those intestines and allow the body time to heal itself
Take all readings down to zero and then allow the body to recalibrate
Placed on an IV drip and a patient...
Doctors know that there is a psychological healing process to an illness reaction
The body within itself, is a self healing, self processing machine
If you're entered into a hospital, all that they do is just digestively clean
A few chemicals to cause the body to react the opposite of the illness
Or just clean out those intestines and allow the body time to heal itself
Take all readings down to zero and then allow the body to recalibrate
Placed on an IV drip and a patient...
#humankind
#healing
27 reads
7 Comments
missjem56
Poem Published
10th Oct 2021 10:35pm
10th Oct 2021 10:35pm
Dear Heart Of Mine
As i faced my final journey
I lay dying, upon the cold gurney
A woman came forth, and shaved off my pubes
As a surgeons' assistant, inserted some tubes
My head was in a different place
Betwixt A Midsummer Night's Dream, and Star Wars' space
And wondered also, was now the time for me to die?
On this cold metallic gurney, Upon which i did lie
About one hour, into this darkly dangerous op
A balloon went awry, my life came to a stop
This part of the op, not at all nice
As my fingers, and toes, turned to ice
I heard a hint of panic, in...
I lay dying, upon the cold gurney
A woman came forth, and shaved off my pubes
As a surgeons' assistant, inserted some tubes
My head was in a different place
Betwixt A Midsummer Night's Dream, and Star Wars' space
And wondered also, was now the time for me to die?
On this cold metallic gurney, Upon which i did lie
About one hour, into this darkly dangerous op
A balloon went awry, my life came to a stop
This part of the op, not at all nice
As my fingers, and toes, turned to ice
I heard a hint of panic, in...
#motivational
#fate
#TimeHeals #healing
#TimeHeals #healing
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2 Comments
shadow_starzzz
Poem Published
10th Oct 2021 1:48am
10th Oct 2021 1:48am
Bluebird
#love
#birds
#freedom
#escape
#healing
60 reads
4 Comments
shad00n
Poem Published
9th Oct 2021 6:35pm
9th Oct 2021 6:35pm
4:51
V1
It's already 4:51
Are there wrong ways to fall in love?
Stuck in heartbreak,
where every fault gets the best of me.
V2
You don't deserve to see
what I wear when I go to sleep
'til you tell me who i am;
'cause underneath is my history.
*instrumental*
V3
I have to get up soon,
drive myself to therapy at noon
Can I call you?
I'm going crazy in my room.
V4
Slow dancing in the dark,
Burning tears, light up in the park.
i'm sorry,
I left my guitar in your car.
Bridge
Can I stay at...
It's already 4:51
Are there wrong ways to fall in love?
Stuck in heartbreak,
where every fault gets the best of me.
V2
You don't deserve to see
what I wear when I go to sleep
'til you tell me who i am;
'cause underneath is my history.
*instrumental*
V3
I have to get up soon,
drive myself to therapy at noon
Can I call you?
I'm going crazy in my room.
V4
Slow dancing in the dark,
Burning tears, light up in the park.
i'm sorry,
I left my guitar in your car.
Bridge
Can I stay at...
#love
#healing
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1 Comment
Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
8th Oct 2021 3:23pm
8th Oct 2021 3:23pm
clouds on the horizon
I love and hate this place
in equal measure
it's like I'm standing
on the edge of a precipice
with the sunshine on one side
and a storm on the other
You know that when the storm is over
the sunshine won't be exactly the same
and as much as you wish
you could weather more storms
you're not built to withstand the wind
and rain and waves
that lash at your body
and threaten to drown you
There's no shame
in staying alive
There's no shame in running
and finding shelter some place else ...
in equal measure
it's like I'm standing
on the edge of a precipice
with the sunshine on one side
and a storm on the other
You know that when the storm is over
the sunshine won't be exactly the same
and as much as you wish
you could weather more storms
you're not built to withstand the wind
and rain and waves
that lash at your body
and threaten to drown you
There's no shame
in staying alive
There's no shame in running
and finding shelter some place else ...
#love
#breakup
#healing #DomesticViolence
#healing #DomesticViolence
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1 Comment
senid
Poem Published
6th Oct 2021 5:30pm
6th Oct 2021 5:30pm
This body which is mine
In the cave of the ear, the bones, like stars
at the solstice, sit upright and still,
listening in on the air as the muscle and blood
listen in on the skeleton.
—Robert Bringhurst, "The Song of Ptahhotep," Gift of Tongues
This body which is mine
written June 1st, 2021
For too long
my body has listened for
phantom danger coming my way
my body tensed waiting.
Now I am training myself
to listen to the sound
of my solid solitary bones
the soft drumming of my blood
rushing and cresting
in the shores...
at the solstice, sit upright and still,
listening in on the air as the muscle and blood
listen in on the skeleton.
—Robert Bringhurst, "The Song of Ptahhotep," Gift of Tongues
This body which is mine
written June 1st, 2021
For too long
my body has listened for
phantom danger coming my way
my body tensed waiting.
Now I am training myself
to listen to the sound
of my solid solitary bones
the soft drumming of my blood
rushing and cresting
in the shores...
#SelfDiscovery
#healing
29 reads
2 Comments
senid
Poem Published
6th Oct 2021 5:23pm
6th Oct 2021 5:23pm
My own four experiences with holes
I walk down the street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I fall in.
—Portia Nelson, "Autobiography in Five Short Chapters"
My own four experiences with holes
written October 5th, 2021
1.
I walk down a road
I fall into a hole
This happens a few times
I stop walking down roads.
2.
I get tired of being stuck in one place
I decide to try again.
I walk down a road
A different road than before
I know holes can happen
I keep my eyes on my feet
Just in case.
3.
I walk down...
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I fall in.
—Portia Nelson, "Autobiography in Five Short Chapters"
My own four experiences with holes
written October 5th, 2021
1.
I walk down a road
I fall into a hole
This happens a few times
I stop walking down roads.
2.
I get tired of being stuck in one place
I decide to try again.
I walk down a road
A different road than before
I know holes can happen
I keep my eyes on my feet
Just in case.
3.
I walk down...
#LifeStruggles
#PTSD
#healing
29 reads
2 Comments
Brandon
Tyrannical
Tyrannical
Poem Published
28th Sep 2021 6:57pm
28th Sep 2021 6:57pm
Half Way
I've been waiting
All
So
Long
Life is still spinning
Pull together
You must
You must
Kiln of content
I
Am
Here
Interposed
.
All
So
Long
Life is still spinning
Pull together
You must
You must
Kiln of content
I
Am
Here
Interposed
.
#myself
#healing
26 reads
0 Comments
DanielChristensen
Poem Published
26th Sep 2021 4:28am
26th Sep 2021 4:28am
Ginsberg, NY
I was born on the Hudson,
Well,
Slightly to the left,
On Coney Island
1pm
Exactly,
Halfway
Between my mother’s marriages,
Between a footstep
From unhappy inertia,
These perfunctory unions
Our coital explorations
Engender,
You’ll understand,
Sweet love of this shared
Moment,
On some evenings,
Silent expanse
In expectant
Stillness,
Haloing the phalanx of
Orange street moons,
Here and there,
A derelict satellite,
Winks at the wing mothed
Wildlife,
Halfway...
Well,
Slightly to the left,
On Coney Island
1pm
Exactly,
Halfway
Between my mother’s marriages,
Between a footstep
From unhappy inertia,
These perfunctory unions
Our coital explorations
Engender,
You’ll understand,
Sweet love of this shared
Moment,
On some evenings,
Silent expanse
In expectant
Stillness,
Haloing the phalanx of
Orange street moons,
Here and there,
A derelict satellite,
Winks at the wing mothed
Wildlife,
Halfway...
#love
#family
#America
#memories
#healing
119 reads
18 Comments
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