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.
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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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
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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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WillowsWhimsies
Poem Published
4th Jan 2025 4:58pm
4th Jan 2025 4:58pm
declaration of independence
(Visual)
#confessional
#healing
#SelfWorth #uplifting
#SelfWorth #uplifting
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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
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PeaceFlpw
Peace Flow
Peace Flow
Poem Published
28th Dec 2024 9:43am
28th Dec 2024 9:43am
Alchemy
I'm never going to write a book; never going to become an artist/writer of the highest order; never going to be wealthy; it's never been my soul's path nor personal desire at that.... I feel I'm one of the few who just have happened to "slip through the cracks"(into this matrix)- and simply absorbs what my soul gravitates to....(enough to keep my self "intact")"as to not become completely "void of life"-like as if "pronounced legitimately dead on the inside"- though at times I feel the borderline is there....
...
...
#healing
#philosophical
#SelfReflection #spiritual
#SelfReflection #spiritual
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MySmile
Besma
Besma
Poem Published
26th Dec 2024 5:55pm
26th Dec 2024 5:55pm
For So Dear A Life Keep On Fighting
You are not lying
just a bitter ache hiding
acceptance is God’s blessing
deep Faith pain healing.
*****
A mission of Love
not a call of duty! That’s beyond and above
moments in time of devotion
your acts of love, a drop from an ocean
reminiscing weary souls in youth's grasp
cherished and cradled to the last gasp.
*****
A mission of gratitude
to a soul with noble qualities imbued
a whole journey of giving
a natural spirit of caring
to a precious parent so much we owe
the power of...
just a bitter ache hiding
acceptance is God’s blessing
deep Faith pain healing.
*****
A mission of Love
not a call of duty! That’s beyond and above
moments in time of devotion
your acts of love, a drop from an ocean
reminiscing weary souls in youth's grasp
cherished and cradled to the last gasp.
*****
A mission of gratitude
to a soul with noble qualities imbued
a whole journey of giving
a natural spirit of caring
to a precious parent so much we owe
the power of...
#courage
#healing
#love
#mother
#strength
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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
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PoetSpeak
Poem Published
23rd Dec 2024 11:53pm
23rd Dec 2024 11:53pm
Regular / Irregular/ Regulated
Giving thanks this holiday season
Some of you knew
Others didn’t
In early January 2024
I was diagnosed with having a/fib
Atrial Fibrillation
How could that be ?
I never felt the symptoms particularly
Yet it was
Blood thinners immediately prescribed
Other heart drugs too
Then
Complications from drugs
More doctors
Lots of tests
Terrible interrupted sleep
Peeing like no tomorrow
Then
I started to listen to my doctors
Also to myself
Decisions to be...
Some of you knew
Others didn’t
In early January 2024
I was diagnosed with having a/fib
Atrial Fibrillation
How could that be ?
I never felt the symptoms particularly
Yet it was
Blood thinners immediately prescribed
Other heart drugs too
Then
Complications from drugs
More doctors
Lots of tests
Terrible interrupted sleep
Peeing like no tomorrow
Then
I started to listen to my doctors
Also to myself
Decisions to be...
#friendship
#healing
#LifeCycle
#MentalHealth
#TimeHeals
243 reads
37 Comments
Carpe_Noctem
Poem Published
22nd Dec 2024 3:52am
22nd Dec 2024 3:52am
These Scars Wont Define Us
Heartfelt, this goes out to all the poets here
those that for whatever the reason
have chosen to share their scars
I appreciate you all
Together WE shall cross this river
those that for whatever the reason
have chosen to share their scars
I appreciate you all
Together WE shall cross this river
#gratitude
#healing
#support #TimeHeals
#support #TimeHeals
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NP_NP
Poem Published
18th Dec 2024 4:54pm
18th Dec 2024 4:54pm
Four Crows
He parks to deliver an Amazon package,
while I sit quietly in the passenger seat.
My eyes catch Four Crows swirling above,
a whispered sign—I'm on the right path.
Dreams replay like cryptic riddles,
their hidden messages teasing my soul.
I walk slower now, ears attuned
to the daemon within,
a voice others name ancestor or guardian.
So tread lightly when you approach me.
Choose your words like delicate threads—
if it's war you seek,
you'll wage it against yourself,
not with me.
I dreamed of darkness...
while I sit quietly in the passenger seat.
My eyes catch Four Crows swirling above,
a whispered sign—I'm on the right path.
Dreams replay like cryptic riddles,
their hidden messages teasing my soul.
I walk slower now, ears attuned
to the daemon within,
a voice others name ancestor or guardian.
So tread lightly when you approach me.
Choose your words like delicate threads—
if it's war you seek,
you'll wage it against yourself,
not with me.
I dreamed of darkness...
#healing
#learning
#PersonalGrowth
#SelfDiscovery
#spiritual
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