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.
delanee
Poem Published
19th Sep 2019 8:48am
19th Sep 2019 8:48am
Turn on the Lights
in some cases the worst examples
are really the best when it comes to
teaching you what it is you deserve
sometimes it takes a bad habit
to make you realize
you're worth so much more
are really the best when it comes to
teaching you what it is you deserve
sometimes it takes a bad habit
to make you realize
you're worth so much more
#learning
#healing
#SelfWorth
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HisGoodgirl2017
Poem Published
18th Sep 2019 5:27pm
18th Sep 2019 5:27pm
I Watched a Man
I watched a wonderful man lose his soul,
all for the love of a tiny meth hole.
A tiny meth hole that punctured his skin,
I often wondered,
Will he ever be the same again?
I watched a sexy man lose his soul,
all the for the love of a dirty meth whore.
A dirty meth whore who stole his money,
I had to asked him,
What are you to do now, hunnie?
I watched a smart man lose his soul,
all for the love of the meth trap game,
a meth trap game that stole all of his time,
I often reminded him,
Is it really worth this...
all for the love of a tiny meth hole.
A tiny meth hole that punctured his skin,
I often wondered,
Will he ever be the same again?
I watched a sexy man lose his soul,
all the for the love of a dirty meth whore.
A dirty meth whore who stole his money,
I had to asked him,
What are you to do now, hunnie?
I watched a smart man lose his soul,
all for the love of the meth trap game,
a meth trap game that stole all of his time,
I often reminded him,
Is it really worth this...
#drugs
#addiction
#healing
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FromTheAsh
Poem Published
17th Sep 2019 1:50pm
17th Sep 2019 1:50pm
acknowledging the details
the night had sticky-tack fingers
pinning my mind to the wall
and as time inched by
I followed the shadows
like the spreading of ink spilled from a bottle
staining my restless thoughts
watching the parade of formative moments
march casually through my life
leaving their scars & their unseen marks
some lasting & some blessedly brief
I'm left counting the stitches holding it all together
hoping none of them begin to fray
eyes looking inward
I
cannot
ever
unsee
how they've all...
pinning my mind to the wall
and as time inched by
I followed the shadows
like the spreading of ink spilled from a bottle
staining my restless thoughts
watching the parade of formative moments
march casually through my life
leaving their scars & their unseen marks
some lasting & some blessedly brief
I'm left counting the stitches holding it all together
hoping none of them begin to fray
eyes looking inward
I
cannot
ever
unsee
how they've all...
#confessional
#SelfDiscovery
#healing
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6 Comments
cabcool
Poem Published
16th Sep 2019 6:04pm
16th Sep 2019 6:04pm
walking in the rain
♪a rhymed, mirrored octet♪
§
love
is not
a special
way of feeling.
it is no t a kind
of pause to contemplate
sacred thoughts about the world
f r o m a b a l c o n y of l e i s u r e,
thus to sate ourselves with pleasure!
love goes walking in the cold,
where thirst and hunger wait.
seeing for the blind,
lame men healing,
earth’s f e r a l
p l o t s
prove.
§
© Copyright 2019 September 16
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
§
love
is not
a special
way of feeling.
it is no t a kind
of pause to contemplate
sacred thoughts about the world
f r o m a b a l c o n y of l e i s u r e,
thus to sate ourselves with pleasure!
love goes walking in the cold,
where thirst and hunger wait.
seeing for the blind,
lame men healing,
earth’s f e r a l
p l o t s
prove.
§
© Copyright 2019 September 16
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
#love
#kindness
#food
#illness
#healing
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Kaleidoscope_Heart
Poem Published
16th Sep 2019 5:31pm
16th Sep 2019 5:31pm
Getting Real
We are most fascinated what we are often afraid of being: Real.
Because Real is not always pretty.
It’s not always finished.
It’s not always ready.
It’s not always what is expected, accepted
predicted,
loved or
kind.
Real is crying in a pile of dirty laundry.
It’s up at 4am thinking about all the cruel things said and the things that could have been.
It’s throwing up from too-much and not-enough.
When we cover it up, it’s the stuff that rusts.
Real is what is happening right...
Because Real is not always pretty.
It’s not always finished.
It’s not always ready.
It’s not always what is expected, accepted
predicted,
loved or
kind.
Real is crying in a pile of dirty laundry.
It’s up at 4am thinking about all the cruel things said and the things that could have been.
It’s throwing up from too-much and not-enough.
When we cover it up, it’s the stuff that rusts.
Real is what is happening right...
#TruthOfLife
#MentalHealth
#evolution #healing
#evolution #healing
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cabcool
Poem Published
16th Sep 2019 3:13pm
16th Sep 2019 3:13pm
INKlinations -- Visual Version
I ink, therefore iamb.”― Adrienne Gusoff
i have an ink for you, if you are lonely,
which i am well inclined to sing aloud:
this ink flows not for haughty men or proud;
it’s custom-made to soothe the lonely only.
i have an ink for you if, freshly broken,
your heart reels from the gaping jaws of grief.
your canvas i shall fill with sweet relief;
for you alone i spill this inky token.
i have an ink for you, if circumstances
have trapped you in a corner of the earth
where you have lost the reason for your...
i have an ink for you, if you are lonely,
which i am well inclined to sing aloud:
this ink flows not for haughty men or proud;
it’s custom-made to soothe the lonely only.
i have an ink for you if, freshly broken,
your heart reels from the gaping jaws of grief.
your canvas i shall fill with sweet relief;
for you alone i spill this inky token.
i have an ink for you, if circumstances
have trapped you in a corner of the earth
where you have lost the reason for your...
#inspirational
#uplifting
#healing
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Kandicejohnson
Poem Published
16th Sep 2019 10:18am
16th Sep 2019 10:18am
Completely Broken
Alone in a room
Laying on the floor
Under the pale moon
She can't stop
Crying anymore
She is now completely broken
Her face soaked
From her tears
All of Her wounds
Are now open
Her heart has been
Shattering for years
A voice so vague
Speaks
‘Now... now...
Shhhh...
Dry your eyes
You'll overcome
Your sorrow
Maybe not today
Maybe not tomorrow
But one day
You'll be happy
Enough to smile
Whole heartedly
Looking back
On your faint
Memory
Laughing so...
Laying on the floor
Under the pale moon
She can't stop
Crying anymore
She is now completely broken
Her face soaked
From her tears
All of Her wounds
Are now open
Her heart has been
Shattering for years
A voice so vague
Speaks
‘Now... now...
Shhhh...
Dry your eyes
You'll overcome
Your sorrow
Maybe not today
Maybe not tomorrow
But one day
You'll be happy
Enough to smile
Whole heartedly
Looking back
On your faint
Memory
Laughing so...
#sadness
#hope
#heartbroken
#healing
#hurt
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cabcool
Poem Published
16th Sep 2019 4:31am
16th Sep 2019 4:31am
INKlinations
I ink, therefore iamb.”― Adrienne Gusoff
i have an ink for you, if you are lonely,
which i am well inclined to sing aloud:
this ink flows not for haughty men or proud;
it’s custom-made to soothe the lonely only.
i have an ink for you if, freshly broken,
your heart reels from the gaping jaws of grief.
your canvas i shall fill with sweet relief;
for you alone i spill this inky token.
i have an ink for you, if circumstances
have trapped you in a corner of the earth
where you have lost the reason for your...
i have an ink for you, if you are lonely,
which i am well inclined to sing aloud:
this ink flows not for haughty men or proud;
it’s custom-made to soothe the lonely only.
i have an ink for you if, freshly broken,
your heart reels from the gaping jaws of grief.
your canvas i shall fill with sweet relief;
for you alone i spill this inky token.
i have an ink for you, if circumstances
have trapped you in a corner of the earth
where you have lost the reason for your...
#inspirational
#uplifting
#healing
54 reads
9 Comments
HowlingWhelms
Noire
Noire
Poem Published
15th Sep 2019 10:52pm
15th Sep 2019 10:52pm
in the molecules of moments...
#love
#depression
#rejection
#healing
#SelfWorth
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Heaven_sent_Kathy
Poem Published
13th Sep 2019 9:34pm
13th Sep 2019 9:34pm
Open your heart (to do list: after the breakup)
( after Rupi Kaur )
Are you a true friend to a friend, my friend.
Have you a gift you’d take all the way there?
It will travel in the small of your hand
Where he had placed it from the north star’s shine.
In the cold of night, and the heat of day,
For a hundred miles, for five hundred miles,
For a thousand miles, for two thousand miles
To keep its clear promise all the way there?
When you arrive at last what will you say,
When you arrive at last what will you do?
Don’t say too much before they...
Are you a true friend to a friend, my friend.
Have you a gift you’d take all the way there?
It will travel in the small of your hand
Where he had placed it from the north star’s shine.
In the cold of night, and the heat of day,
For a hundred miles, for five hundred miles,
For a thousand miles, for two thousand miles
To keep its clear promise all the way there?
When you arrive at last what will you say,
When you arrive at last what will you do?
Don’t say too much before they...
#forgiveness
#breakup
#MovingOn
#healing
#RupiKaur
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6 Comments
Rhidle
Roger
Roger
Poem Published
13th Sep 2019 3:05am
13th Sep 2019 3:05am
Codependent
Pardon my indescretion as I stumble through these many lessons, leaving me without answers, just more questions.
I'm trying my damnedest to learn, tryin to put out these fires because my soul still burns, to let go of the guilt I didn't earn, to let go of you, even though my heart still yearns.
I'd tear my heart out to save you, but it's not my place to, letting go is all I can do, but at least I can say my love's true.
At the end of the day no matter how hard I try, I just end up beating myself up inside, angry at all the tears I've cried, angry at all the...
I'm trying my damnedest to learn, tryin to put out these fires because my soul still burns, to let go of the guilt I didn't earn, to let go of you, even though my heart still yearns.
I'd tear my heart out to save you, but it's not my place to, letting go is all I can do, but at least I can say my love's true.
At the end of the day no matter how hard I try, I just end up beating myself up inside, angry at all the tears I've cried, angry at all the...
#healing
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cabcool
Poem Published
10th Sep 2019 11:17pm
10th Sep 2019 11:17pm
at the dawn of my rebirth - Visual Version
♪for a bruised soldier rising♪
when my sky_ fell out from under me
i became one with The dark
when my boat tipped over in the sea
i wAs noah void of ark
i have navigated all my life
with the heavens as my guide
now the stars impale me like a knife
as the bLood seeps from my side
shall i ink the oceans with my stain
clutching at a fragile straw
shalL the sun not rise for me again
...
when my sky_ fell out from under me
i became one with The dark
when my boat tipped over in the sea
i wAs noah void of ark
i have navigated all my life
with the heavens as my guide
now the stars impale me like a knife
as the bLood seeps from my side
shall i ink the oceans with my stain
clutching at a fragile straw
shalL the sun not rise for me again
...
#rejection
#heartbroken
#breakup #healing
#breakup #healing
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