Poems About Healing Seeking Friendly Advice
#healing
Poems about healing seeking friendly advice. Friendly advice and comments have been requested for these poems.
Ambjr
Poem Published
5th Feb 2025 12:52pm
5th Feb 2025 12:52pm
first ones to die
we’re the first ones to live
burnin bright in a world
of dim and muted colors
we’ve danced on power lines
tasted light from heaven
in summer storms
to wake lost and cold
in winter’s gutters
our bones heavy with fire and lead
we soar higher
sink deeper
always first in line
to find the poison in the air
empty bottles litter our path
breadcrumbs leadin nowhere
the universe’s favorite lab rats
white coats take note
tablet filled bottles of temporary grace
tryin to stop us from catchin fire
we wake on...
burnin bright in a world
of dim and muted colors
we’ve danced on power lines
tasted light from heaven
in summer storms
to wake lost and cold
in winter’s gutters
our bones heavy with fire and lead
we soar higher
sink deeper
always first in line
to find the poison in the air
empty bottles litter our path
breadcrumbs leadin nowhere
the universe’s favorite lab rats
white coats take note
tablet filled bottles of temporary grace
tryin to stop us from catchin fire
we wake on...
#alcohol
#healing
#MentalHealth
81 reads
3 Comments
Ambjr
Poem Published
4th Feb 2025 11:56pm
4th Feb 2025 11:56pm
blood and ink/monster and poet
I remember what you did
in all those nameless bars
shakin…sweatin…
thru another blackout sunrise
remember how steady your hands were
pourin shots while she packed
while she walked out
and took the kids
but do you remember moonlight
and how it danced across broken glass
how you watched dawn paint gold
across your wreckage
felt the touch of sunlight
and how it could turn shame into resurrection?
I remember when
you’d trade one darkness for another
when you found new warm bodies
to numb the cold ...
in all those nameless bars
shakin…sweatin…
thru another blackout sunrise
remember how steady your hands were
pourin shots while she packed
while she walked out
and took the kids
but do you remember moonlight
and how it danced across broken glass
how you watched dawn paint gold
across your wreckage
felt the touch of sunlight
and how it could turn shame into resurrection?
I remember when
you’d trade one darkness for another
when you found new warm bodies
to numb the cold ...
#addiction
#alcohol
#bipolar
#healing
#PersonalGrowth
91 reads
9 Comments
Jade72
Poem Published
31st Jan 2025 4:35pm
31st Jan 2025 4:35pm
Healing
Healing is such a complicated journey as no human being is given the same hand of cards to play in the game of life.
I always thought that with time, the wounds from a perticular breakup, would hurt less and the blood would dissipate in a vague memory tucked in its own understanding of the traces it left behind.
I never came to terms with why that specific relationship, affected my soul in such a powerful manner. The colors were brighter with him and the melody euphonious. Aromas of life exhilirated my spirit, whenever he was around.
I don't think he truly...
I always thought that with time, the wounds from a perticular breakup, would hurt less and the blood would dissipate in a vague memory tucked in its own understanding of the traces it left behind.
I never came to terms with why that specific relationship, affected my soul in such a powerful manner. The colors were brighter with him and the melody euphonious. Aromas of life exhilirated my spirit, whenever he was around.
I don't think he truly...
#breakup
#healing
#heartbroken
#love
#relationships
158 reads
4 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
30th Jan 2025 9:28am
30th Jan 2025 9:28am
Sonja at 18
Sonja at 18
Our healing village is down by the levee in New Orleans. I am deep in Psyche hospital funk. I am curled in a ball on the couch in a fetal pose. My mind is afloat in a Sargasso Sea of drugged peace.
The mind doctors take me off all my meds. I am alert and sitting for a change. Sarah and Pamela, who are counselors, walk by me. Sarah looks at me. “Paul did you know Pamela poses nude for artists in the French Quarter? You should come to a showing of her at the gallery after discharge.”
“That sounds like my cup of tea,” I reply, moon-eyed.
...
Our healing village is down by the levee in New Orleans. I am deep in Psyche hospital funk. I am curled in a ball on the couch in a fetal pose. My mind is afloat in a Sargasso Sea of drugged peace.
The mind doctors take me off all my meds. I am alert and sitting for a change. Sarah and Pamela, who are counselors, walk by me. Sarah looks at me. “Paul did you know Pamela poses nude for artists in the French Quarter? You should come to a showing of her at the gallery after discharge.”
“That sounds like my cup of tea,” I reply, moon-eyed.
...
#healing
#love
#MentalHealth
#romantic
#sensual
91 reads
2 Comments
Thor_Azine
Poem Published
17th Jan 2025 12:50pm
17th Jan 2025 12:50pm
Therapy
With soul in hand and heart on sleeve
a distant light should i believe
will someday wash all over me
if only I would choose to see
Unlock the door shake off the dust
forgive yourself and learn to trust
that all is not forever lost
a life must live at any cost
This be a journey wrought with pain
I know I'll never be the same
afraid little boy in his room
the man emerged is coming soon
I faced a problem yesterday
and did not choose to run away
another win each time I stay
so back to therapy today
a distant light should i believe
will someday wash all over me
if only I would choose to see
Unlock the door shake off the dust
forgive yourself and learn to trust
that all is not forever lost
a life must live at any cost
This be a journey wrought with pain
I know I'll never be the same
afraid little boy in his room
the man emerged is coming soon
I faced a problem yesterday
and did not choose to run away
another win each time I stay
so back to therapy today
#healing
#peace
#SelfDiscovery
17 reads
9 Comments
scalesofascorpion
Poem Published
13th Jan 2025 6:13pm
13th Jan 2025 6:13pm
alchemical
your body holds the score
of all the pain you bore before
you found the strength
to fight these crimes of treason
is it not overkill?
we’re stepping through the blood we’ve spilled
staring into the eyes of an unexpecting victim
the shackles of shame have become my grave
can I hold on to my faith?
or is it written in my fate?
the lies they told me lacerate
stripping me down to the core of my pain
can I let go of my blame?
another season another game
we are not the same. I am the rain
seeping...
of all the pain you bore before
you found the strength
to fight these crimes of treason
is it not overkill?
we’re stepping through the blood we’ve spilled
staring into the eyes of an unexpecting victim
the shackles of shame have become my grave
can I hold on to my faith?
or is it written in my fate?
the lies they told me lacerate
stripping me down to the core of my pain
can I let go of my blame?
another season another game
we are not the same. I am the rain
seeping...
#healing
#MentalHealth
#SelfReflection
#spiritual
#suffering
110 reads
1 Comment
Shon
Poem Published
9th Jan 2025 11:04pm
9th Jan 2025 11:04pm
Tonight ?
menage a troix.
That's one of three.
What is one of five?
I wonder not sure of what.
Last night none.
Tonight four & me.
No name to call It.
Welcomed & mellow.
I slumber to be.
One red one poker dot.
Two in blue.
Squeke dreams.
xxx
That's one of three.
What is one of five?
I wonder not sure of what.
Last night none.
Tonight four & me.
No name to call It.
Welcomed & mellow.
I slumber to be.
One red one poker dot.
Two in blue.
Squeke dreams.
xxx
#healing
#sensual
95 reads
2 Comments
Thor_Azine
Poem Published
7th Jan 2025 12:33pm
7th Jan 2025 12:33pm
Fly Away
The awakenings of lost dreams
leaves this man perplexed, somewhat
vexed by the inability to see
everything they did
Flashes in a dead pan glance, fleeting
memories dance to the tune of a
music box squeezed until the sounds
are all in slow motion
Even though it hurts I want to know, to
see them through surviving eyes
that I might let them go so far from me
I never gaze upon them again
The paradox of unremembered memories
I suppose, a caterpillar scratching at hard
soil longing for a place to rest then ...
leaves this man perplexed, somewhat
vexed by the inability to see
everything they did
Flashes in a dead pan glance, fleeting
memories dance to the tune of a
music box squeezed until the sounds
are all in slow motion
Even though it hurts I want to know, to
see them through surviving eyes
that I might let them go so far from me
I never gaze upon them again
The paradox of unremembered memories
I suppose, a caterpillar scratching at hard
soil longing for a place to rest then ...
#healing
#SelfReflection
17 reads
4 Comments
WillowsWhimsies
Poem Published
4th Jan 2025 4:58pm
4th Jan 2025 4:58pm
declaration of independence
(Visual)
#confessional
#healing
#SelfWorth #uplifting
#SelfWorth #uplifting
249 reads
12 Comments
3Y3S-THVT-S33
Electra
Electra
Poem Published
2nd Jan 2025 7:32am
2nd Jan 2025 7:32am
I Cannot Forgive the Little Girl.
I don't think I'm actually healing.
I just walk around with the ashes of a little girl in a jar,
And I claim that she is somewhere better,
Somewhere safer,
And that she's okay.
When in reality,
She is locked within my bones.
How much she cries daily sickens me.
Those ashes are just a piece of her,
But her heart stills beats a broken tune.
She begs for me to love her,
But I cut her,
And tell her that I hate her.
When I do try to mend her wounds,
They are cut so far down through the bone,
I vomit when I feel them. ...
I just walk around with the ashes of a little girl in a jar,
And I claim that she is somewhere better,
Somewhere safer,
And that she's okay.
When in reality,
She is locked within my bones.
How much she cries daily sickens me.
Those ashes are just a piece of her,
But her heart stills beats a broken tune.
She begs for me to love her,
But I cut her,
And tell her that I hate her.
When I do try to mend her wounds,
They are cut so far down through the bone,
I vomit when I feel them. ...
#anger
#hate
#healing
#loneliness
#rejection
84 reads
0 Comments
Nixprty
Poem Published
24th Dec 2024 3:51pm
24th Dec 2024 3:51pm
The Aftermath
I have coughed out all my bile
A hollowness left behind
As the melancholy is wheezed out
I see the sunrise for the first time in a week
A morning I remember seeing in a dream
It smells like laundry and the windows are slightly frosted
In the wake of a sickness
I croak with the birds to welcome the sun
A hollowness left behind
As the melancholy is wheezed out
I see the sunrise for the first time in a week
A morning I remember seeing in a dream
It smells like laundry and the windows are slightly frosted
In the wake of a sickness
I croak with the birds to welcome the sun
#bittersweet
#healing
82 reads
1 Comment
Thor_Azine
Poem Published
16th Dec 2024 12:30pm
16th Dec 2024 12:30pm
Better Days
Golden willow weeping lowly
in the wind and swaying slowly
the sun shall paint your leaves ablaze
a guiding light to better days
Brightly shining magical star
meeting us always where we are
on the surface a passion's fire
in flames of hope that we desire
I am the willow weeping now
please rest your light on troubled brow
so longing to feel warmth again
that turns the lip to subtle grin
Until I smile now facing east
and from this pain I am released
to bask within her warming rays
my guiding light to...
in the wind and swaying slowly
the sun shall paint your leaves ablaze
a guiding light to better days
Brightly shining magical star
meeting us always where we are
on the surface a passion's fire
in flames of hope that we desire
I am the willow weeping now
please rest your light on troubled brow
so longing to feel warmth again
that turns the lip to subtle grin
Until I smile now facing east
and from this pain I am released
to bask within her warming rays
my guiding light to...
#healing
#peace
#sun
11 reads
1 Comment
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