Poems About Healing Seeking Honest Critique
#healing
Poems about healing seeking honest critique. Honest feedback has been requested for these poems.
Loki_Undercover
Wannabe-Poet
Wannabe-Poet
Poem Published
2nd Mar 2025 8:10pm
2nd Mar 2025 8:10pm
I will not text you back
I’m giving up on you and me
For my own sanity
Afraid we’ve only caused each other pain
Relentless to let our love die in vain
For my own sanity
Afraid we’ve only caused each other pain
Relentless to let our love die in vain
#acceptance
#healing
#LifeStruggles
#love
#MovingOn
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magichearts
Poem Published
1st Mar 2025 1:49am
1st Mar 2025 1:49am
महकने दो कियारियों में लगे फूलों को
इस हंगामे मे अंदाज़-ए-गदर इनका अनोखा हैं !
इस हंगामे मे अंदाज़-ए-गदर इनका अनोखा हैं !
#healing
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Ayu_Shi
Ayushi
Ayushi
Poem Published
28th Feb 2025 8:17pm
28th Feb 2025 8:17pm
Hope
Someday we'll get there,
where all imagined, comes true,
someday we'll get there,
when I end my days of rue,
And on that day,
you'll come to me, giddy with a smile,
then there you'll see, there is no me,
but fragments of my mind.
For I am lost, away in thoughts,
that keep me up all day,
for I am gone, somewhere within the dawn,
that help me wither away.
[But maybe, if all goes well]
someday we'll get there,
where all imagined, comes true,
someday we'll get there,
when I end my days of rue.
where all imagined, comes true,
someday we'll get there,
when I end my days of rue,
And on that day,
you'll come to me, giddy with a smile,
then there you'll see, there is no me,
but fragments of my mind.
For I am lost, away in thoughts,
that keep me up all day,
for I am gone, somewhere within the dawn,
that help me wither away.
[But maybe, if all goes well]
someday we'll get there,
where all imagined, comes true,
someday we'll get there,
when I end my days of rue.
#healing
#hope
#strength
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Gahddess_Worship
Poem Published
24th Feb 2025 11:58pm
24th Feb 2025 11:58pm
A Fresh Start, Use It! (1st Pantoum)
The holiday’s over. Now is the season of resolve, discovery and change
My heart full of hope…I’m going to make it this time. This time next year I’ll be happy
This sentiment drives for change, recurs every year at this season
A seeding time nurtured by wisdom, and spiritual reason
My heart full of hope…I’m going to make it this time. This time next year I’ll be happy
A seeding time nurtured by wisdom, and spiritual reason
Trepidation creeps in, fearing that I, once again, will lose the plot, and shut down the show
This season can be trite, cliché,...
My heart full of hope…I’m going to make it this time. This time next year I’ll be happy
This sentiment drives for change, recurs every year at this season
A seeding time nurtured by wisdom, and spiritual reason
My heart full of hope…I’m going to make it this time. This time next year I’ll be happy
A seeding time nurtured by wisdom, and spiritual reason
Trepidation creeps in, fearing that I, once again, will lose the plot, and shut down the show
This season can be trite, cliché,...
#happiness
#healing
#hope
#LifeChangingMoment
#MentalHealth
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LunaGreyhawk
Jenn_Leigh
Jenn_Leigh
Poem Published
24th Feb 2025 3:14am
24th Feb 2025 3:14am
Let Me Speak
at death
let me then say,
I have lived;
not well, not poorly
but that I endured;
I experienced
each and every
moment forward
from my awakening,
with eyes thrice opened;
let me shout to the world,
that my palms faced up,
accepting all of that
which could not be
accepted from me,
wether love or apathy;
let me sing that I was
become whole, undone
of sad, abandoned roots
that kept me tethered
to shame and guilt;
so, at death
let me then whisper
I set myself free, at...
let me then say,
I have lived;
not well, not poorly
but that I endured;
I experienced
each and every
moment forward
from my awakening,
with eyes thrice opened;
let me shout to the world,
that my palms faced up,
accepting all of that
which could not be
accepted from me,
wether love or apathy;
let me sing that I was
become whole, undone
of sad, abandoned roots
that kept me tethered
to shame and guilt;
so, at death
let me then whisper
I set myself free, at...
#bipolar
#healing
#MentalHealth
#PersonalGrowth
#SelfDiscovery
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NP_NP
Poem Published
21st Feb 2025 3:16pm
21st Feb 2025 3:16pm
To My Greatest Love
You will forever be my greatest love,
and my greatest heartbreak.
I never wanted to leave you—
or that crying boy,
alone.
How I wish I could’ve wiped
every tear from your youth,
if I were your mother,
I would’ve loved you endlessly.
We would’ve wandered through museums,
watched every art show,
and I would’ve read to you every night.
I would’ve taught you that beauty is in the beholder,
but even when we can’t see it,
it’s everywhere,
in everything,
and everyone—...
and my greatest heartbreak.
I never wanted to leave you—
or that crying boy,
alone.
How I wish I could’ve wiped
every tear from your youth,
if I were your mother,
I would’ve loved you endlessly.
We would’ve wandered through museums,
watched every art show,
and I would’ve read to you every night.
I would’ve taught you that beauty is in the beholder,
but even when we can’t see it,
it’s everywhere,
in everything,
and everyone—...
#emotional
#healing
#heartbroken
#hurt
#love
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Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
21st Feb 2025 12:45pm
21st Feb 2025 12:45pm
I was told that I'm a criminal
I have a criminal mind
I have a criminal need
I have a criminal dependency
I need others to exist
I need a little help from my friends
I get help all the time from the strangest places
Every suicide
Every plane crash, car accident, overdose etc..
Everything helps me
I'm getting stronger every day
I'm feeling better about myself all the time
Before the medication my doctor put me on,
The person I cared about was myself
Now I see that others matter
Now I see things a lot differently
I think I'm growing inside
I was...
I have a criminal need
I have a criminal dependency
I need others to exist
I need a little help from my friends
I get help all the time from the strangest places
Every suicide
Every plane crash, car accident, overdose etc..
Everything helps me
I'm getting stronger every day
I'm feeling better about myself all the time
Before the medication my doctor put me on,
The person I cared about was myself
Now I see that others matter
Now I see things a lot differently
I think I'm growing inside
I was...
#dark
#healing
#identity
#MentalHealth
#SelfDiscovery
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18 Comments
summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
17th Feb 2025 6:30pm
17th Feb 2025 6:30pm
~my gallant spelunker
You had seen death &... felt it
all through its mysteries & pain..
challenged it like an Avatar..
& had come back .. here again..
kicking alive.. it’s a miraculous
divinity.. You are nothing but
God.. “
the flying sparks of this fiery
towering bonfire… of this a messy
rainy day over this steepy hill slope
of a difficult terrain… you are carried
here by your loving souls’ in their
palanquin of united hands.. you
wrapped up in...
all through its mysteries & pain..
challenged it like an Avatar..
& had come back .. here again..
kicking alive.. it’s a miraculous
divinity.. You are nothing but
God.. “
the flying sparks of this fiery
towering bonfire… of this a messy
rainy day over this steepy hill slope
of a difficult terrain… you are carried
here by your loving souls’ in their
palanquin of united hands.. you
wrapped up in...
#courage
#healing
#love #spiritual
#love #spiritual
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6 Comments
summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
13th Feb 2025 11:47pm
13th Feb 2025 11:47pm
~04:14, the 14th (with 414 madnesses posted in du.), l o v e
eyes & ears bury & burn sleepless
from the overnight whirring bikes
in roaring ruthless silencers .. in
such nonstop criming sound sin
is it some formula racing or just
the racing hearts of the riding
Valentines .. whatever
its 04:14 .. it’s 14 the Valentine
Feb.. What more logic . Happy
rashly polluting these pure
cosmically auspicious hours
of Brahmamuhurta
this crazy owlish sleepless
me .. a pretty nocturnal specie
I...
from the overnight whirring bikes
in roaring ruthless silencers .. in
such nonstop criming sound sin
is it some formula racing or just
the racing hearts of the riding
Valentines .. whatever
its 04:14 .. it’s 14 the Valentine
Feb.. What more logic . Happy
rashly polluting these pure
cosmically auspicious hours
of Brahmamuhurta
this crazy owlish sleepless
me .. a pretty nocturnal specie
I...
#healing
#love
#night
#spiritual
#ValentinesDay
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8 Comments
Nizana
Lauryn
Lauryn
Poem Published
13th Feb 2025 9:36pm
13th Feb 2025 9:36pm
Kind Man's Healing
I kneel before this man,
naked as I have before others,
yet he is different;
his kindness is familiar to me.
He is a man who selflessly gives
to the poor and heals with affirming words.
His presence now, his desire,
stems not from lust but from a longing to heal.
I feel his dark warmth
against the palms of my praying hands.
My faces burns as he grows firm, reaching upward.
A solitary tear escapes his swollen brown crown
as if mourning our pasts
but anticipating a healing’s approach.
I lean in, my lips...
naked as I have before others,
yet he is different;
his kindness is familiar to me.
He is a man who selflessly gives
to the poor and heals with affirming words.
His presence now, his desire,
stems not from lust but from a longing to heal.
I feel his dark warmth
against the palms of my praying hands.
My faces burns as he grows firm, reaching upward.
A solitary tear escapes his swollen brown crown
as if mourning our pasts
but anticipating a healing’s approach.
I lean in, my lips...
#emotional
#healing
#kindness #sex
#kindness #sex
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Ambjr
Poem Published
11th Feb 2025 9:37pm
11th Feb 2025 9:37pm
assemblin broken things
I like when other monsters
nod their heads
to the rhythm of my story
when they hear the thunder
in my throat
and recognize my storm
I’ve numbered faces in the mirror
countin backwards
til I found the one
who knew what it was to smile
without first checkin himself for wounds
somewhere along the way
I learned to speak in a language
made of scar tissue
to write pain into poetry
to find a harmony between hurt
and healin
I learned to walk again
with wings
and chains
learned the steps to...
nod their heads
to the rhythm of my story
when they hear the thunder
in my throat
and recognize my storm
I’ve numbered faces in the mirror
countin backwards
til I found the one
who knew what it was to smile
without first checkin himself for wounds
somewhere along the way
I learned to speak in a language
made of scar tissue
to write pain into poetry
to find a harmony between hurt
and healin
I learned to walk again
with wings
and chains
learned the steps to...
#depression
#healing
#SelfReflection
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6 Comments
beanbandit
Poem Published
30th Jan 2025 3:03am
30th Jan 2025 3:03am
Question
I already seen the past
Now I just wanna know the question
What the fuck am I to be learning
If "that's" the lesson?
Who tracks the quest then?
When I lack suggestions?
Tired of standing backwards
Guessing
So safe in my puddle
All the answers reflecting
The rain she come cleanse me
But she keeps me...
The best thing?
The world rushes past
I do my dance
Do I lessen?
Shush, that’s depressing
Even fools do half a spin
that’s just destined
So I make what’s mine?
That’s not a question
Now I just wanna know the question
What the fuck am I to be learning
If "that's" the lesson?
Who tracks the quest then?
When I lack suggestions?
Tired of standing backwards
Guessing
So safe in my puddle
All the answers reflecting
The rain she come cleanse me
But she keeps me...
The best thing?
The world rushes past
I do my dance
Do I lessen?
Shush, that’s depressing
Even fools do half a spin
that’s just destined
So I make what’s mine?
That’s not a question
#healing
#memories
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