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.
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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Ambjr
Poem Published
16th Feb 2025 00:56am
16th Feb 2025 00:56am
dance with the monster
I am the dark
that stretches across your soul
the voice that echos
in your hollow chest
doubt is my breath
fear is the beat of my heart
I am the surge that lifts you
to dizzyin heights
the wild laughter
that dances on your tongue
when the world bares its teeth
I am the cocoon of numbness
the abyss that awaits
ready to swallow you whole
shieldin you from the light of day
I am your oldest friend
your biggest champion
I am your enemy
your most debilitatin nightmare
the monster that keeps the monsters...
that stretches across your soul
the voice that echos
in your hollow chest
doubt is my breath
fear is the beat of my heart
I am the surge that lifts you
to dizzyin heights
the wild laughter
that dances on your tongue
when the world bares its teeth
I am the cocoon of numbness
the abyss that awaits
ready to swallow you whole
shieldin you from the light of day
I am your oldest friend
your biggest champion
I am your enemy
your most debilitatin nightmare
the monster that keeps the monsters...
#bipolar
#healing
#MentalHealth
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Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
14th Feb 2025 9:36pm
14th Feb 2025 9:36pm
un-therapy
He told me he could show me
the life I'd only dreamed of
that he could turn me
into the person I was always
meant to be
It sounded like the
psychological equivalent of
"Jesus can save you"
and if a dead man
I no longer believe in
couldn't save me from myself
I don't know what this man could do
I don't have all the answers
and I never know what I'm doing
but that doesn't mean
I need a saviour
I want to believe in him
of course
I want to believe
there is...
the life I'd only dreamed of
that he could turn me
into the person I was always
meant to be
It sounded like the
psychological equivalent of
"Jesus can save you"
and if a dead man
I no longer believe in
couldn't save me from myself
I don't know what this man could do
I don't have all the answers
and I never know what I'm doing
but that doesn't mean
I need a saviour
I want to believe in him
of course
I want to believe
there is...
#confusion
#deception
#FeelingLost #healing
#FeelingLost #healing
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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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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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Anne-Ri999
Poem Published
12th Feb 2025 3:46pm
12th Feb 2025 3:46pm
Svarte alver Black Elf chant
svarte alver rister skjebne
djúpet skal åpne seg
gi meg din handa
svarte alver fljúga
mot skyggene
ett tår
er fanget
som stjerne sølv
gi meg din handa
mant skal vi se
universet
svarte alver
dvaler
djúpet skal lyse
sitt vei
the black elves
awaken
the depth is
opening
stretch out your hand
the black elves
are flying
towards the shadow
a tear is caught
in silver of stars
come give me...
djúpet skal åpne seg
gi meg din handa
svarte alver fljúga
mot skyggene
ett tår
er fanget
som stjerne sølv
gi meg din handa
mant skal vi se
universet
svarte alver
dvaler
djúpet skal lyse
sitt vei
the black elves
awaken
the depth is
opening
stretch out your hand
the black elves
are flying
towards the shadow
a tear is caught
in silver of stars
come give me...
#dark
#healing
#lyrics
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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
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
6th Feb 2025 11:36am
6th Feb 2025 11:36am
whiskey’s ghost
I remember you
my enemy
my confidant
your call from the bottom of empty bottles
in the clink of ice against glass
you whisper in moments of weakness
your melody competin with newfound harmonies
your absence a wound
slowly healin
as long as I remember
not to fill it with salt
formin scars of resilience
tender to the touch of temptation
your voice is fadin…
a ghost in the midst
of a thousand relapse dreams
where I wake with the taste of guilt
and almost mistakes on my tongue
moments of clarity run...
my enemy
my confidant
your call from the bottom of empty bottles
in the clink of ice against glass
you whisper in moments of weakness
your melody competin with newfound harmonies
your absence a wound
slowly healin
as long as I remember
not to fill it with salt
formin scars of resilience
tender to the touch of temptation
your voice is fadin…
a ghost in the midst
of a thousand relapse dreams
where I wake with the taste of guilt
and almost mistakes on my tongue
moments of clarity run...
#addiction
#alcohol
#healing #MentalHealth
#healing #MentalHealth
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2 Comments
Ambjr
Poem Published
5th Feb 2025 9:15pm
5th Feb 2025 9:15pm
tempo rubato kinda life
my mind speaks in accidentals
sharp where it should be natural
flat when it needs to rise
most nights I swallowed stars
just so I could piss lightnin
and split the earth open
rushin toward dawn
I’ve birthed symphonies in dive bar shadows
bled fragments of masterpieces
into empty glasses
under the spotlight of neon signs
I’ve conducted electricity thru concrete
caused the world to vibrate in perfect pitch…
every thought
every idea
cuttin crescendos thru the air
I’ve descended into scales of minor keys ...
sharp where it should be natural
flat when it needs to rise
most nights I swallowed stars
just so I could piss lightnin
and split the earth open
rushin toward dawn
I’ve birthed symphonies in dive bar shadows
bled fragments of masterpieces
into empty glasses
under the spotlight of neon signs
I’ve conducted electricity thru concrete
caused the world to vibrate in perfect pitch…
every thought
every idea
cuttin crescendos thru the air
I’ve descended into scales of minor keys ...
#addiction
#alcohol
#bipolar
#healing
#MentalHealth
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2 Comments
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
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3 Comments
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