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.
nostalgic_being10
Poem Published
12th Jan 2025 11:01pm
12th Jan 2025 11:01pm
Restored
Crumbled bones start to mend now,
Restored pieces crawl back to their owner
Chances of rebirth, life's kindness returned as a donor
Life returned at last somehow
Voluntarily, it gave a cure for the ache
Noticed the screeching that came out of the owner's mouth,
Resembling an unforeseen plague
Despite inevitable doom, life saved the bones from decaying
Somehow, it was life that saw willingness remaining
Though the pain of the shattering still lingers,
The pain greater than previous hollow wounds,
At last, the blood pulses through the...
Restored pieces crawl back to their owner
Chances of rebirth, life's kindness returned as a donor
Life returned at last somehow
Voluntarily, it gave a cure for the ache
Noticed the screeching that came out of the owner's mouth,
Resembling an unforeseen plague
Despite inevitable doom, life saved the bones from decaying
Somehow, it was life that saw willingness remaining
Though the pain of the shattering still lingers,
The pain greater than previous hollow wounds,
At last, the blood pulses through the...
#healing
#hope
#vulnerability
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3 Comments
Carpe_Noctem
Poem Published
11th Jan 2025 6:12am
11th Jan 2025 6:12am
All the tracks where concealed
listen to the snow
lay naked in the fields white purity
all this suffering
contrasted within individual beauty
grief washed away
primrose to the springs thaw
lay naked in the fields white purity
all this suffering
contrasted within individual beauty
grief washed away
primrose to the springs thaw
#grief
#healing
#MentalHealth
68 reads
5 Comments
Her
Poem Published
10th Jan 2025 2:00pm
10th Jan 2025 2:00pm
The Guest House
The door opened slowly
The sound of music familiar
I made my way down the dimly lit hall
Stepping through dark, heavy curtains
I was greeted with the scent of ylang ylang
The soft glow of amber candlelight
His magnificent body on the four poster bed
Resplendent in a black silk robe
And his wicked smile
The glint in his eyes dark and foreboding
I set down my suitcase
My breath escaping in a silent plea
How did the heavens know?
Healing comes in all shapes and sizes
All forms ...
The sound of music familiar
I made my way down the dimly lit hall
Stepping through dark, heavy curtains
I was greeted with the scent of ylang ylang
The soft glow of amber candlelight
His magnificent body on the four poster bed
Resplendent in a black silk robe
And his wicked smile
The glint in his eyes dark and foreboding
I set down my suitcase
My breath escaping in a silent plea
How did the heavens know?
Healing comes in all shapes and sizes
All forms ...
#BDSM
#erotic
#healing #lover
#healing #lover
236 reads
12 Comments
AfterSexDilemma
Poem Published
10th Jan 2025 00:13am
10th Jan 2025 00:13am
Ignorance
People don't realize how stressed out you get,
When your head is so congested,
You have to physically push on the vessels,
To relieve it.
Without relief, you get spasms.
Dizziness and fear.
And the annoyance of people,
Trying to be friendly.
Thinking that talking would help.
When all it does,
Is trigger spams and fear.
The fear of losing control,
Of something you never used to control.
But now you have to.
Or else you'll die.
When your head is so congested,
You have to physically push on the vessels,
To relieve it.
Without relief, you get spasms.
Dizziness and fear.
And the annoyance of people,
Trying to be friendly.
Thinking that talking would help.
When all it does,
Is trigger spams and fear.
The fear of losing control,
Of something you never used to control.
But now you have to.
Or else you'll die.
#FeelingLost
#hate
#healing
#loneliness
#suffering
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7 Comments
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
83 reads
2 Comments
Roguenarak
Poem Published
9th Jan 2025 9:10pm
9th Jan 2025 9:10pm
Vainglorious
Touched by time, life feels moved
Grooves form on the blightless skin
It's strong and firm but not improved
Yet in the scars there can be found kin
It was tried yet craving for more
Through the suspicions unjustified
That something wicked has come to bore
A hole in the crevices of its hide
But in the wake of the storm
The slaughter soon took form
A soul stripped of its sacred hold
And it trips, it kneels, ready to fold
No illness came to bring it low
But mere vainglorious pride
From inward sprung the blow ...
Grooves form on the blightless skin
It's strong and firm but not improved
Yet in the scars there can be found kin
It was tried yet craving for more
Through the suspicions unjustified
That something wicked has come to bore
A hole in the crevices of its hide
But in the wake of the storm
The slaughter soon took form
A soul stripped of its sacred hold
And it trips, it kneels, ready to fold
No illness came to bring it low
But mere vainglorious pride
From inward sprung the blow ...
#healing
#power
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Nizana
Lauryn
Lauryn
Poem Published
9th Jan 2025 2:21pm
9th Jan 2025 2:21pm
Her Sacred Birthright
While her baby is sleeping, she claims her delight,
To declare her raw lusts, a sacred birthright.
Equal to all, in passion's grand scheme,
She longs to awaken the shadows of dreams.
She gives herself freely so beautifully knit.
In the throes of sweet lusts, she opens her slit.
She dances inside of love’s kind embrace,
Learning to express with no hint of disgrace.
With pleasure, she finds she’s no longer shy,
With the lust of an animal, she lets out a cry.
She mounts the man’s cock with a tender, bold grace,
At...
To declare her raw lusts, a sacred birthright.
Equal to all, in passion's grand scheme,
She longs to awaken the shadows of dreams.
She gives herself freely so beautifully knit.
In the throes of sweet lusts, she opens her slit.
She dances inside of love’s kind embrace,
Learning to express with no hint of disgrace.
With pleasure, she finds she’s no longer shy,
With the lust of an animal, she lets out a cry.
She mounts the man’s cock with a tender, bold grace,
At...
#healing
#sex
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1 Comment
BatPowers
Bat Powers
Bat Powers
Bumped 7th Jan 2025 1:18pm
8th Mar 2023 2:46am
8th Mar 2023 2:46am
Gas Station Cheeseburgers
I like gas station cheeseburgers
those red hot burritos too
the sun coming to shine on my back yard
got a woodpecker and squirrel, they think they own the place
i suppose they probably do
like getting high in my basement
listening to David Byrne and John Prine
i like the things that just pop in
yah I think that works just fine
got an old house and two old dogs
we are all rotting together
i like this person I've become
i like that I got better
got an old '78' K5 blazer
it's rotting too
but I like the way...
those red hot burritos too
the sun coming to shine on my back yard
got a woodpecker and squirrel, they think they own the place
i suppose they probably do
like getting high in my basement
listening to David Byrne and John Prine
i like the things that just pop in
yah I think that works just fine
got an old house and two old dogs
we are all rotting together
i like this person I've become
i like that I got better
got an old '78' K5 blazer
it's rotting too
but I like the way...
#learning
#SelfReflection
#SelfDiscovery
#healing
#SelfWorth
346 reads
7 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
15 reads
4 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
5th Jan 2025 11:27pm
5th Jan 2025 11:27pm
Appreciated kindness
Will I ever know why
making a wish is so hard?
Turning a wish into a truth.
Hold the breath until I'm blue.
Why should I...
Why could I...
Why would I even try?
No year is ever so new.
No bone is easy to chew.
So let me simply just blow you
a kiss... a kiss... a kiss...
Let's wait for the blizzard to end.
I swear to you no one else will know.
No soul was harmed in the making
of this movie slow motion!
No light is clear until meeting
the darkness.
making a wish is so hard?
Turning a wish into a truth.
Hold the breath until I'm blue.
Why should I...
Why could I...
Why would I even try?
No year is ever so new.
No bone is easy to chew.
So let me simply just blow you
a kiss... a kiss... a kiss...
Let's wait for the blizzard to end.
I swear to you no one else will know.
No soul was harmed in the making
of this movie slow motion!
No light is clear until meeting
the darkness.
#healing
#learning
#MyInspiration
#tea
#WritingPoetry
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8 Comments
WillowsWhimsies
Poem Published
4th Jan 2025 4:58pm
4th Jan 2025 4:58pm
declaration of independence
(Visual)
#confessional
#healing
#SelfWorth #uplifting
#SelfWorth #uplifting
185 reads
6 Comments
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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
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