Posts tagged ‘healing’

July 18, 2017

Counting the days II

by Jem Croucher

I’m not past my prime
yet sometimes I feel
it takes longer these days
to recover and heal

And I know that the sun
should help me feel well
But sometimes it seems
very much the hard sell

So I think what I need
is a break well away
A bit of a rest and
a nice holiday

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July 13, 2017

Birth of a Friendship

by lindaluna583

Great misunderstanding
Even greater mistake

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July 2, 2017

Just As I Am

by Angela Umphers Rueger

Just as I am, my broken heart
To give You the whole, and not just part.

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July 2, 2017

Broken Vessel

by lindaluna583

A Cinquain on Brokenness and Healing

Empty vessel

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June 19, 2017


by thereluctantpoet

By Charles Robert Lindholm

forlorn and forgotten
like refrigerator art
once you vowed to love me
but now we live apart

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June 12, 2017


by thereluctantpoet

By Charles Robert Lindholm

it’s really quite a favor
though at times it’s hard to see
it took awhile to see the light
when the message came to me

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March 28, 2017

A Balloon Let Go

by Stephen Fuller

The balloon our sorrows filled
like helium floating upward
we held earthbound too long.
I looked at you and with eyes
swimming into one another’s
heart. The wordless answer
spoke by opening its hand
giving the sorrows flight
until they burst like the sun

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March 10, 2017

A Poem to Celebrate Birth

by Stephen Fuller

Like a baby thinks
before he understands words,
when he emerges from the womb
and suckles his first nipple

his tired mother whose fatigued body
still aching with pain where she felt
unbridled passion release in waves
and tremors through her flesh

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February 11, 2017

My Heart Hurts

by 50djohnson


September 23, 2015 After the Storm! 075

The last few years have been strangely visited by the passing of so many friends, their parents, their spouses, their children, their best lifelong friends. When you go through such a loss it helps knowing you have friends, family, and God to turn to when the pain is overwhelming and just too much to bear.  However, there are many lonely nights where it is just you and God, sharing the burden of loss.

My Heart Hurts

Waking up this morning with life’s plans rolling along.

With children, family, and friends in their places where they belong.

Hearing that my cousin has cancer drove me to my knees in pain.

My friend called to say her granddaughter has a tumor on her brain.

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December 20, 2016

A fragile morning

by Jem Croucher


A fragile morning found me
fragile that I am
and gently took me to the day
to prove it was no sham
I leant upon its shoulders
It supported me right there
and showed me a bright sunrise
as I squinted in the glare

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October 19, 2016

Acrostic Poem – Reason

by Miriam Hurdle

Poetry challenge: Acrositc poem.


Repeated deepening of open wounds,

Echoing the sorrow within.

Anguish, heart sinking.

Seeking Power

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September 22, 2016

Music days

by Jem Croucher


On days when it’s raining
my music will play
From the time I awaken
’til the end of the day

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August 4, 2016

Take Care of Each Other

by A. Marie

Take care of each other.
Whether there be Father or Mother,
Take care.

You will collide with each other.
You will inflict wounds and be wounded.

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June 29, 2016

Blood One

by A. Marie

Bloodworm of my heart you feed on
Bloodmeal, bloody meat, tarantulas whose bodies
Sing in whistles whilst they smoke and die.

As a mahogany seed you birthed into the bloodwood tree,
Your bloodline a thin, red ribbon, crossing over the moor.

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June 21, 2016

Upon Some Other Shore

by A. Marie

Next to me is a pillow with a hole I can not fill.
The chill of Memory empties her cup.

It never comes. The fruit rots before the ripening.
The darkness arrives before the dawn and light.

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June 17, 2016

Today Someone Dies

by A. Marie

Ten years ago I saw someone die.
A thin beatless heart tugged from an outlet; there was
Singing, a high aria reverberating throughout the cave.
We all tipped and tipped as darkness
Slipped and slipped,
Waking us from the stupor of a life
Trapped in an hour,
Waving flags we had made
Lives and lives prior.
I never saw that room again. Never laid
A rose in it.

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June 10, 2016

Dark When I Think of You (Death and Ashes)

by A. Marie

I think about you, when the lilac scent blows in from the graveyard,
When the crows hark sonnets in the midday, and grey, the sky is
Emboldened with the heavy murk of storm not yet come, not yet alive;
When I think of you, the silence dies a little, white whale called Moby
You arise from the sea—you take me with raw seismic power.

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June 1, 2016

Your Body a Mountain You now Become a Single Thread, Shining

by A. Marie

What is that sound?

A gull’s cry behind a cathedral bell?
A cackle of spark under your kiss?
I strain my ear to listen;
I am smothered under memory.

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May 9, 2016

What Happens when a Body is Buried

by A. Marie

“Beloved,” she said, “I’ll have you
Come down. I’ll have you stop
Upon this bank, and I’ll have you let me
Walk with you back to the Sea.”

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March 13, 2016

Salt cave

by Jem Croucher


Sitting in a salt cave
Breathing deep the air
Relaxing for an hour
In the quietness there
Feeling natural remedy
Take away the wheeze
My laboured breath reducing
Gently here with ease

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April 23, 2015


by Karin

i can always fix the things

you carelessly drop

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February 16, 2015


by Elizabeth

body needs water

smelling like a hospital

inside and outside

water lily for outside

lemon water for inside


October 13, 2014


by Emily Page

Words can poison
Words can blame
Words are the breath
That fans the flame.

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March 24, 2013

You will begin healing

by james left his hat

You will begin healing

When you stop running

And allow the feelings, even the good ones.

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October 17, 2012


by billgncs

I cannot approach the emotion in this poem by the obscure poet – but often verse inspires other verse.

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September 20, 2012

mosquito – poem

by billgncs

In which it is discovered a broken hand one day out of the splint is not quite healed.

when broken hand released
moves warily without the splint
refrain from excess movement
except those of kind intent

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August 8, 2012


by Martin Shone

A smile is the oil that runs through our souls
a butterfly splendour

Imagine, if you will,
imagine if words could heal
just by reading them,
wouldn’t that be wonderful

Quite impossible though,
yet when we read something funny
doesn’t that make us feel a little bit

Isn’t laughter
the best medicine?

So why not a poem?

A smile is the oil that runs through our souls
a bird gracious

If you could read a poem
and know that
come the end
your pain, or some of it perhaps
will have gone away
wouldn’t that be good!

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August 5, 2012

pain – poem

by billgncs

there are many kinds of pain…

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