Poems About Healing Published by Members Recently Online
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Poems about healing published by members recently online.
melciancio
Melodi
Melodi
Poem Published
29th Jul 2023 10:05pm
29th Jul 2023 10:05pm
New Feet
This earth is solid below me
I stand on my newly released feet
Shaking so , one foot in front of the other
Even in quiet wisdom I am a fool, yes the bindings are loose, somehow I thought I’d take off running
But I step and falter , these legs are of no use
I gather myself amongst the ground
Hug myself till the shaking stops
I will stumble, trip and fall
Sometimes I will barely crawl
And yet I will slowly build spiritual muscle and then the day will come and I will be running, broken yet taking flight
I stand on my newly released feet
Shaking so , one foot in front of the other
Even in quiet wisdom I am a fool, yes the bindings are loose, somehow I thought I’d take off running
But I step and falter , these legs are of no use
I gather myself amongst the ground
Hug myself till the shaking stops
I will stumble, trip and fall
Sometimes I will barely crawl
And yet I will slowly build spiritual muscle and then the day will come and I will be running, broken yet taking flight
#patience
#healing
142 reads
3 Comments
melciancio
Melodi
Melodi
Poem Published
29th Jul 2023 10:05pm
29th Jul 2023 10:05pm
New Feet
This earth is solid below me
I stand on my newly released feet
Shaking so , one foot in front of the other
Even in quiet wisdom I am a fool, yes the bindings are loose, somehow I thought I’d take off running
But I step and falter , these legs are of no use
I gather myself amongst the ground
Hug myself till the shaking stops
I will stumble, trip and fall
Sometimes I will barely crawl
And yet I will slowly build spiritual muscle and then the day will come and I will be running, broken yet taking flight
I stand on my newly released feet
Shaking so , one foot in front of the other
Even in quiet wisdom I am a fool, yes the bindings are loose, somehow I thought I’d take off running
But I step and falter , these legs are of no use
I gather myself amongst the ground
Hug myself till the shaking stops
I will stumble, trip and fall
Sometimes I will barely crawl
And yet I will slowly build spiritual muscle and then the day will come and I will be running, broken yet taking flight
#patience
#healing
142 reads
3 Comments
Ahavati
Poem Published
15th Nov 2020 10:45pm
15th Nov 2020 10:45pm
#healing
#healing
#forgiveness
#spiritual
#redemption
#philosophical
#healing
779 reads
32 Comments
Ahavati
Poem Published
15th Nov 2020 10:45pm
15th Nov 2020 10:45pm
#healing
#healing
#forgiveness
#spiritual
#redemption
#philosophical
#healing
779 reads
32 Comments
Ahavati
Poem Published
15th Nov 2020 10:45pm
15th Nov 2020 10:45pm
#healing
#healing
#forgiveness
#spiritual
#redemption
#philosophical
#healing
779 reads
32 Comments
Ahavati
Poem Published
15th Nov 2020 10:45pm
15th Nov 2020 10:45pm
#healing
#healing
#forgiveness
#spiritual
#redemption
#philosophical
#healing
779 reads
32 Comments
Ahavati
Poem Published
15th Nov 2020 10:45pm
15th Nov 2020 10:45pm
#healing
#healing
#forgiveness
#spiritual
#redemption
#philosophical
#healing
779 reads
32 Comments
LunaGreyhawk
Poem Published
19th Apr 2022 1:57am
19th Apr 2022 1:57am
Shifts in Perspective
growing ever disillusioned, hence
this unnatural precarious precision,
our pin-pointed voices mattering
to no one save a handful close by;
the supernatural stamping
with tendency of falling toward
my already fractured heart;
splinters to shards to whole,
help me capture this
impossible moment fleeting,
as you know they all are;
learn to embrace one another
without pretended desire
only acting in earnest empathy
until we leave this place for the next
this unnatural precarious precision,
our pin-pointed voices mattering
to no one save a handful close by;
the supernatural stamping
with tendency of falling toward
my already fractured heart;
splinters to shards to whole,
help me capture this
impossible moment fleeting,
as you know they all are;
learn to embrace one another
without pretended desire
only acting in earnest empathy
until we leave this place for the next
#MentalHealth
#healing
92 reads
2 Comments
LunaGreyhawk
Poem Published
19th Apr 2022 1:57am
19th Apr 2022 1:57am
Shifts in Perspective
growing ever disillusioned, hence
this unnatural precarious precision,
our pin-pointed voices mattering
to no one save a handful close by;
the supernatural stamping
with tendency of falling toward
my already fractured heart;
splinters to shards to whole,
help me capture this
impossible moment fleeting,
as you know they all are;
learn to embrace one another
without pretended desire
only acting in earnest empathy
until we leave this place for the next
this unnatural precarious precision,
our pin-pointed voices mattering
to no one save a handful close by;
the supernatural stamping
with tendency of falling toward
my already fractured heart;
splinters to shards to whole,
help me capture this
impossible moment fleeting,
as you know they all are;
learn to embrace one another
without pretended desire
only acting in earnest empathy
until we leave this place for the next
#MentalHealth
#healing
92 reads
2 Comments
missjem56
Poem Published
2nd Oct 2023 11:02pm
2nd Oct 2023 11:02pm
Lady Macdeath
Kiss of death
Since Macbeth
Ten days imprisoned
Within my ivory tower
Like a wilting flower
Other than a four hour
Sojourn
No conquests, at the Conquest
No swords, at my behest
Blood was spilt
Drawn through the eye of a needle
No daggers drawn
Or Mick Jagger yawn
No nice Chianti
Dripping upon my liver
Silenced lambs
That would make me quiver
I have returned to my retreat
My castle in the sky
Further recluse'd
And people shy
My belly empty
And my throat is dry
This virus
Is...
Since Macbeth
Ten days imprisoned
Within my ivory tower
Like a wilting flower
Other than a four hour
Sojourn
No conquests, at the Conquest
No swords, at my behest
Blood was spilt
Drawn through the eye of a needle
No daggers drawn
Or Mick Jagger yawn
No nice Chianti
Dripping upon my liver
Silenced lambs
That would make me quiver
I have returned to my retreat
My castle in the sky
Further recluse'd
And people shy
My belly empty
And my throat is dry
This virus
Is...
#illness
#WilliamShakespeare
#healing #pandemic
#healing #pandemic
54 reads
1 Comment
missjem56
Poem Published
2nd Oct 2023 11:02pm
2nd Oct 2023 11:02pm
Lady Macdeath
Kiss of death
Since Macbeth
Ten days imprisoned
Within my ivory tower
Like a wilting flower
Other than a four hour
Sojourn
No conquests, at the Conquest
No swords, at my behest
Blood was spilt
Drawn through the eye of a needle
No daggers drawn
Or Mick Jagger yawn
No nice Chianti
Dripping upon my liver
Silenced lambs
That would make me quiver
I have returned to my retreat
My castle in the sky
Further recluse'd
And people shy
My belly empty
And my throat is dry
This virus
Is...
Since Macbeth
Ten days imprisoned
Within my ivory tower
Like a wilting flower
Other than a four hour
Sojourn
No conquests, at the Conquest
No swords, at my behest
Blood was spilt
Drawn through the eye of a needle
No daggers drawn
Or Mick Jagger yawn
No nice Chianti
Dripping upon my liver
Silenced lambs
That would make me quiver
I have returned to my retreat
My castle in the sky
Further recluse'd
And people shy
My belly empty
And my throat is dry
This virus
Is...
#illness
#WilliamShakespeare
#healing #pandemic
#healing #pandemic
54 reads
1 Comment
missjem56
Poem Published
2nd Oct 2023 11:02pm
2nd Oct 2023 11:02pm
Lady Macdeath
Kiss of death
Since Macbeth
Ten days imprisoned
Within my ivory tower
Like a wilting flower
Other than a four hour
Sojourn
No conquests, at the Conquest
No swords, at my behest
Blood was spilt
Drawn through the eye of a needle
No daggers drawn
Or Mick Jagger yawn
No nice Chianti
Dripping upon my liver
Silenced lambs
That would make me quiver
I have returned to my retreat
My castle in the sky
Further recluse'd
And people shy
My belly empty
And my throat is dry
This virus
Is...
Since Macbeth
Ten days imprisoned
Within my ivory tower
Like a wilting flower
Other than a four hour
Sojourn
No conquests, at the Conquest
No swords, at my behest
Blood was spilt
Drawn through the eye of a needle
No daggers drawn
Or Mick Jagger yawn
No nice Chianti
Dripping upon my liver
Silenced lambs
That would make me quiver
I have returned to my retreat
My castle in the sky
Further recluse'd
And people shy
My belly empty
And my throat is dry
This virus
Is...
#illness
#WilliamShakespeare
#healing #pandemic
#healing #pandemic
54 reads
1 Comment
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