Best Physical Therapy Poems

Physical Therapy.

This has a meaning and a term.
It's such a *****.
I'm sure you're gonna regret it later?
Nah I'm sure I'll find a new way of...

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In novels, love is the obstacle overturned by the ardent swain
In song, love is a grandiose solo in melodic chains
In poetry, love is fervent rhyme...

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Note: I wrote this poem over a year ago while I was struggling with long term, post-surgery pain, six months of physical therapy and recovery--a...

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in an
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For years I was a trained gymnast, and I'd competed in the Olympics,
Before my leg was injured in a car accident, among fate's cruel tricks.

I...

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Our grandson who has Huntington's Disease has been going to physical therapy for a couple of months now at our local hospital. Huntington's Disease is...

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*** In the Dream Foretold *** A Devotion Series Poem

I am getting over paralysis from nerves twisted along my spine.  The agonies are
passing, but...

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Physical Therapy came in the door
To take him out in the wide hall to walk
He got to go places he hadn't been before
He saw folks...

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Help me
He won't wake up these weekends
I came back home
I help him get unsick
Mom runs her usual parade
Dad just watches TV and escapes
He wants to...

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Kentucky's late summer sunshine
sunk deep into their skin
as the boy rode on the back
of his Grandfather's coppered horse,
the tobacco harvest would begin soon,
aromas of sweet...

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I wade into the water that is my aquatic sun,
suited to perform miracles, refusing reprieve until work is done. 
I exist as a modern day...

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We've all arrived at the point of our 
homecoming and have come to realize
That life can be a stumbling block or
a stepping stone towards the...

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...Continued from Part 1...

Poor little Evelyn, her poor physical conditions at birth puzzled local doctors,
It was a mystery she was born with a dislocated hip...

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I'm changing my name to bee. I'm busy as a bee. Cooking meals, paying the bills and then there's the groceries. Floors to sweep, floors...

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The Senior Center was a beehive of active waiting
to die.

Bingo
but not ballroom dancing.

Knitting
but not garden expansions.

Physical therapy
but not yoga
and not chi gong,
much less mindful meditations
sung...

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