Long Poems About Healing
#healing
Long poems about healing. 300 words or more, most recently published poems first.
Cyndi_Moone
Poem Published
5th Mar 2025 6:44pm
5th Mar 2025 6:44pm
GARDEN OF EXCUSES
Place a fence around the Garden of Excuses for habits
To ward off the strays: dogs, foxes and rabbits
That nibble on our fruited seeds and vegetation
Ruining the livestock of our generation.
Don’t allow the rabbits near the carrots
Nor the little foxes near the parrots!
Shun them away from the garden
‘Lest they ruin the garden without pardon!
Your betrayal has no pardon
As you allowed my heart to harden
I created a comfortable cradle
Never knowing it would be fatal!
...
To ward off the strays: dogs, foxes and rabbits
That nibble on our fruited seeds and vegetation
Ruining the livestock of our generation.
Don’t allow the rabbits near the carrots
Nor the little foxes near the parrots!
Shun them away from the garden
‘Lest they ruin the garden without pardon!
Your betrayal has no pardon
As you allowed my heart to harden
I created a comfortable cradle
Never knowing it would be fatal!
...
#determination
#dreams
#escape
#happiness
#healing
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Ambjr
Poem Published
17th Feb 2025 6:31pm
17th Feb 2025 6:31pm
…
the mirror cracks
under the weight of truths
that I've spent years tryin to drown
change is the strangest thing
burnin and strippin away
the comfort of self told lies
I don't wanna know myself
this stranger wearin my skin,
this sloppily pieced together
patchwork of rage and sorrow
blind is easier
leavin myself unquestioned…unchallenged
because the words…
once you say them out loud
you can't take them back
"I'm a fuck up
I'm an alcoholic
I'm a loser
I’m a cheater
I’m a...
under the weight of truths
that I've spent years tryin to drown
change is the strangest thing
burnin and strippin away
the comfort of self told lies
I don't wanna know myself
this stranger wearin my skin,
this sloppily pieced together
patchwork of rage and sorrow
blind is easier
leavin myself unquestioned…unchallenged
because the words…
once you say them out loud
you can't take them back
"I'm a fuck up
I'm an alcoholic
I'm a loser
I’m a cheater
I’m a...
#addiction
#healing
#PersonalGrowth
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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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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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Ambjr
Poem Published
7th Feb 2025 3:32pm
7th Feb 2025 3:32pm
blood and ink/monster and poet 2
don't pretend
pretty words could wash the blood
from your hands
like they could erase the rage
and the moments you chose violence
to feel somethin
to prove that
you weren't fuckin empty
yes…there are echos here
where anger sometimes lives
but…
shut up…
how bout the mirror
that you shattered
just to feel the sting
of broken glass
how bout the way
you'd scream into pillows
tryin to drown out
the sounds in your head
how bout the ways
you would beg darkness
to swallow you ...
pretty words could wash the blood
from your hands
like they could erase the rage
and the moments you chose violence
to feel somethin
to prove that
you weren't fuckin empty
yes…there are echos here
where anger sometimes lives
but…
shut up…
how bout the mirror
that you shattered
just to feel the sting
of broken glass
how bout the way
you'd scream into pillows
tryin to drown out
the sounds in your head
how bout the ways
you would beg darkness
to swallow you ...
#addiction
#alcohol
#healing #PersonalGrowth
#healing #PersonalGrowth
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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
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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
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Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
15th Dec 2024 11:59am
15th Dec 2024 11:59am
Tears in my eyes
The elders say that we have the ability to manifest, that which you can see and feel, if you can only believe in your faith. 🙏 THAT we all are connected in one way or another.. 🤨 For sure it's strange how we are connected by a force feeding us emotions, from far away in a destination that we've never been before in our lives. For I woke up this morning 😔 with tears in my own eyes not really knowing WHY... Yet I felt it necessary to write these unspoken words, ✍️ down to someone some where some place needs to hear, these words of encouragement and support...
#fate
#healing
#LifeChangingMoment
#PersonalGrowth
#StreamOfConsciousness
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Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
8th Dec 2024 11:28am
8th Dec 2024 11:28am
The balance of life
It's me again the story teller of unspoken words ✍️ For let's take a a minute to answer, that question 🤔 in the depth of just understanding, what is the balance of life. 🤨 For example for with everything having to deal with situations, that we shall go through in life there are somethings. That are involved in creating a solid attitude in other ways, to be able to navigate through the process of life. Now let's go even deeper than deep into the deepness of your mind and heart ❤️ For example sometimes we might have to learn, to agree or disagree with...
#healing
#learning
#LifeChangingMoment
#MovingOn
#TimeHeals
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DeeTooCold
Poem Published
1st Dec 2024 9:43pm
1st Dec 2024 9:43pm
Redemption (Open Verse)
Intro:
You know,
I once heard this quote
And this quote said
“No matter how hard your heart is broken, the world doesn’t stop for your grief”
So no matter how fractured you are, you can’t stop going
The world doesn’t stop, so we continue to move with it
So, let me take a moment to get this off of my chest
Verse:
The thought constantly haunts my mind
Of how you up and left me during the darkest of times
I thought when we agreed, I had your back, you had mine
I put my heart on the line, just to get stabbed in the spine
...
You know,
I once heard this quote
And this quote said
“No matter how hard your heart is broken, the world doesn’t stop for your grief”
So no matter how fractured you are, you can’t stop going
The world doesn’t stop, so we continue to move with it
So, let me take a moment to get this off of my chest
Verse:
The thought constantly haunts my mind
Of how you up and left me during the darkest of times
I thought when we agreed, I had your back, you had mine
I put my heart on the line, just to get stabbed in the spine
...
#breakup
#healing
#hurt #love
#hurt #love
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MalcolmG
Poem Published
24th Nov 2024 3:27pm
24th Nov 2024 3:27pm
Bound by Time ...
We are all brothers and sisters through time,
no matter the generation before or yet to come,
we share the same thoughts and feelings.
Just as you feel when you look out into the oceans and watch the waves,
this was how I felt.
Just as you experience frustration in the tangle of everyday life,
I too lived in days filled with frustration.
Just as you are one of many in a crowd,
I too was a face among the countless.
Just as you are refreshed by the river’s gentle flow,
I too was cleansed and renewed.
Just as you seek relief on a...
no matter the generation before or yet to come,
we share the same thoughts and feelings.
Just as you feel when you look out into the oceans and watch the waves,
this was how I felt.
Just as you experience frustration in the tangle of everyday life,
I too lived in days filled with frustration.
Just as you are one of many in a crowd,
I too was a face among the countless.
Just as you are refreshed by the river’s gentle flow,
I too was cleansed and renewed.
Just as you seek relief on a...
#healing
#honesty
#inspirational
#LifeChangingMoment
#wisdom
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Everavalon
Poem Published
23rd Oct 2024 2:09pm
23rd Oct 2024 2:09pm
This empty revel
i.
Come walk with me. No use wandering alone on this
absent curve with this melancholy
in hand—this stain on your palms.
You try not to let it pester— though it slinks up your sleeve. You mustn’t touch it
It’s prickly; this blackened scab that sullies your ivory; the wound— a trinket of wry
with little relent.
ii.
For all this sorrow forbids you to bathe in the malt of another man’s brew. A potence found only in the ones who have forgiven ...
Come walk with me. No use wandering alone on this
absent curve with this melancholy
in hand—this stain on your palms.
You try not to let it pester— though it slinks up your sleeve. You mustn’t touch it
It’s prickly; this blackened scab that sullies your ivory; the wound— a trinket of wry
with little relent.
ii.
For all this sorrow forbids you to bathe in the malt of another man’s brew. A potence found only in the ones who have forgiven ...
#healing
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DU Poetry : Long Poems About Healing
