Best Recovering Poems
Hm, unchain me from my pit of poverty
My pit of impure pity and messed-up misery – let it go! Misery, let me go! You
won’t let me light up with delight though
Ohhh, living this lie with or without you, you see?
Change me inside out, oh Lord…I can’t afford to pay up my debt, reducing me
to tears of woe…you never loved me, you know?
I’m recovering from the love flu
I’m recovering from losing you
I’m recovering from the departure of us two
I’m recovering from this blasted rue
CHORUS:
I will squander my time now and forever
(Are you an evil, fallen angel?)
Until I meet you eye to eye again
Our departure came to soon…our future’s a blur
(sarcasm: Oh you must be a sweet, beautiful angel –)
Come on & get out of the lion’s den!
Release me…I need to let go…
Believe in me…reflect on me…
Release me…let me go with the flow
Let me grow and see…the light at the end of the tunnel
There’s other fish in the sea…
V.3:
Face the truth…you made me fall victim to your pain
Look through my pane…
Look through my pane of my past
You’re running so fast – let me keep pace, so we can beat this race together at
last!
I’m recovering from the love flu
I’m recovering from losing you
I AM recovering from the departure of us two
I AM recovering being reduced to the tears…oh wait, I’m no longer absorbing
rue…I had no clue this would happen to me out of the blue…God knew what
I’ve gone through and He found my other shoe that I lost…now, I’m placing my
feet in His shoes, meaning I AM officially a part of His crew!!
~!@#$%^&*()_+=-)(*&^%$#@#@!~
HELLO POETS .. RON HERE FOR SWEETHEARTTHANK YOU ALL FOR PRAYERS AND CONCERN FOR LINDA-MARIE.
SHE IS RECOVERING BUT STILL HOSPITLIZED ANOTHER WEEK.
MY WIFE IS SEVERLY DEHYDRATED CAUSING HER BLOOD PRESSURE TO DROP
TO DANGEROUS LEVELS FOR SURVIVAL.
SHE IS ON AN I.V. FOR FLUIDS AND MONITORED CLOSELY.
SHE WANTED ME TO BE SURE TO THANK YOU FOR THE PRAYERS POETS.
THE ENTIRE FAMILY BELIEVES IN PRAYER POWER AND WE SEE RESULTS.
MY WIFE IS COMPOSING A SPECIAL POEM FROM HER BED TO SEND TO
THE VICTIMS OF SANDY HOOK SCHOOL TRAGEDY .
WHEN SHE IS ABLE TO RETURN TO PS SHE WILL POST AND SHARE WITH YOU.
WE ALL APPRECIATE THE LOVE AND SUPPORT. SHE MISSES EVERYONE OF YOU.
IT WILL BE A LONG TIME TO RECOVER AND BUILD UP HER NUTRITION.
HER ADVICE FOR ALL WHO MADE A RESOLUTION TO LOSE WEIGHT
TO BE HEALTHY FOR NEW YEAR.......
BE CAREFUL AND NOT TOO RIGID. SHE DROPPED TO 90 POUNDS
WITH DIET AND CALORIES AND IT GOT HER IN A LIFE THREATENING SITUATION.
WE aRE SO FORTUNATE WE DID NOT LOSE HER AS IT COULD HAVE GONE EITHER WAY.
GOD BLESS ALL FROM US SO THANKFUL
RON
Looking for meaning
Too many meaningless things
Our lives are cluttered
We must work towards uplifting
Together we will achieve
A soldier we have fighting for us,
his time is done, his recovery is a must.
Where does he go, who does he turn to,
questions he should not ask, it's up to me and you.
Did he not protect us, give his all,
it's time for him to receive an American call.
The soldiers put their lives on the line,
should not the government give them their time?
Peace is what this soldier seeks
make him glow from cheek to cheek.
Give this man many a shoulder,
for he is, "A Recovering Soldier."
The door opens.
And a shadow looms.
That’s the one!
A hand is given.
Paper, metal, plastic.
It’s all the same.
Its all as grand as the other.
Desperation does not discriminate.
Nor greed, nor desire, nor hunger.
All is welcome!
A bright light leads the way.
I look ahead.
Below the shield lay not poison, but medicine.
It tastes terrible.
But I take it.
The light goes out and darkness looms.
This medicine is harsh!
It tastes terrible.
It is hard to take.
But I take it.
For it supports me.
It gives me power, strength and ability.
The ability to both survive and strive.
As I consume each dose, it hits me.
The hard blow consumes me.
I lay down bare, still and let it absorb me.
It runs through my body, inside my body.
But this medicine is not good.
For the moment it gives me what I need.
In the long term, the side effects are too much to bear.
I must quit.
But how?
By now the addiction ravishes me.
It both heals me and destroys me.
That’s it, cold turkey.
I quit.
In the shower I crawl.
To drown my misery and wash away my sins.
It is the longest shower of my life!
No matter how hard I scrub,
No matter how much soap I use,
No matter how clean and shiny I look.
And no matter how fresh and rosey I smell,
I look in the mirror and remember the addiction I once had.
But I was right.
I did not need that medicine.
That medicine made it easy and quicker for me to treat myself.
But I was right.
I did not need that medicine.
For without it, it was in deed slower.
But I was was strong.
Paper, metal, plastic.
It’s all the same.
It might not be as grand,
But….
Paper, metal, plastic.
The basic elements are still there.
The mirror shows my reflection.
The addict I once was.
No matter how much it helped me,
Without it I am strong and healthy.
I feel strong.
I feel healthy.
I survived.
Recovering Adict: By Jessica Trotter
A.K.A BooBoo A.K.A The Lost Poet
I am
a teenager
who sometimes gets into trouble
a girl
who likes others
a red head
who has a temper
a bi-sexual
who is proud
an outcast
who use to be teased
a christian
who use to have no faith
a wiccan
who worships the earth
an 'inside-out Oreo'
who has country roots
a thrasher
who's at home in the mosh pit
a run away
who never ran far
a liar sometimes
so that i wouldn't starve
a drinker
only every now and then
a smoker
who finds it relieves stress
a patient
in my own mind
a stranger
in this home of mine
a hurter
who found much pain inside herself
a pill popper
who stopped before she checked out
a cutter
who has a hard time
a nightmare
if you catch me a the wrong time
a lover
who sometimes fights
a tree huger
who stands up for her rights
an activist
who argues a lot
a person
who use to smoke pot
a recovering addict
to all that i use to do
and i liar
when i say my home isn't broken to you
I guess there is no more hurt in me.
i moved on.
this is the new me.
i can't look at man the same.
thank you for this good change.
im where i need to be.
only me had the strength to recover me.
yes i walk alone.
im happy cause the pain is gone.
there is a new beginning.
all that was the past is now the ending.
im where i need to be.
only me had the strength to recover me.
no more tears falling.
no more lies.
me i made change.
i now realize.
no one walk beside me.
alone is just me.
im where i need to be.
only me had the strength to recover me.
Heartache
Caused by you
Misunderstood
Learning to walk away
Freedom
Laughter
Caused by him
Loved and cherished
Learning to trust again
Hopeful
Eileen Manassian Ghali
One:
Wake up slowly.
Admit it was never that deep.
Let your first word be hmmm.
Let your second be whatever.
Two:
Stretch, but not like you mean it.
Pop one joint, then stop.
You are not an overachiever.
You’re alive. That’s enough.
Three:
Brew something hot
and unnecessarily complicated.
Call it process.
Sip. Sigh.
Spill a little on purpose.
Four:
Reintroduce yourself
to color.
Start with gray.
Work up to a muted mustard.
No pressure.
Five:
Trust nothing that smiles too easily.
Except maybe dogs.
And one cashier
who says you’re all set
like she means it.
Six:
Throw out the list you made
of everyone who owes you.
Keep the one you made
of whom you survived—
remember who survived you.
Seven:
Don’t look for closure.
Just check your teeth for spinach
when you think you ate,
and get on with it.
"Powerful addictions sink their long, hooked talons into the afflicted, latching on" - quote by poet
Life is hard for Rod, an addict
Living with chronic pain
For years, he's been wrestling with
Two unrelentingly tempting afflictions;
Drugs and alcohol.
Both threaten to suck him
Into the vortex of self-destruction.
If he manages to pull himself
Out of the abyss of one addiction,
He sinks neck-deep into another.
Rod's drug of choice is Percocet
He has tried to untether himself
From it to no avail.
He has successfully quit alcohol
Only to be reeled back again.
But he's putting up a fight
Day in, day out, determined
To get clean and sober,
To defeat demons without mercy.
Godspeed, Rod!
F Form - Free Verse - New- Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France
Theme chosen: Life
Date written: 02/24/2022
**(Recovering Hope***
Existing in fear is nothing to cheer
Your Death cannot be hidden from
A sunny day could be your last
It comes to one and all
Some drink till death
Some do overeat
Stop the fear
Let go
Live
7/26/2024
Poem 2
Recovering From Life
Life, when full of sadness, can break a person’s spirit.
It happens all too often; you can see it in their eyes.
Children bullied around, whipped; why, they know not.
Women, beaten, ridiculed, and abused by husbands/lovers.
Men disrespected, disregarded, and left out.
Perhaps never fully recovered, they choose a solitary life.
Love passes by while hope slips through the cracks.
Who experiences such pains?
Depressed, by the ramblings of the mind…remembering.
Regressed into defeat, licking the wounds life has thrown.
Dreaming away each day in fantasy…avoiding aches.
Until reality, a distant plea calling to the heart is unheard.
And there one stands, the mind whirling, with no answers.
Perhaps never fully recovered, they choose a solitary life.
Love passes by while hope slips through the cracks.
Does the world give such pains?
Some people live with their angry hate bestowed.
Thriving in the get things and get it now world.
Others, roam through the days with grave responsibilities.
And when overwhelmed, lives void of help or praise,
Escape, living withdrawn in a superficial world—
…Fake smiles.
Peace is not only found in a solitary life
Where love passes and hopes slips through the cracks.
God can heal the pains! (He healed mine.)
We must all do our part:
Thoughtlessness abounds; notice and change.
Selfishness thrives in the get things world; share!
Hurt happens; be not oblivious; show compassion.
Minds might feel wrenched; speak kind words.
… Good deeds.
One forgotten smile that could have been—
One last hope that a stranger seeks—
One kindness, a gesture or word—
…Show love to another.
Sometimes, death yields to eternity before life is finished.
Unaware that omitted kindnesses might have made
…A difference. Be kind. Uplift the self-loathing.
Through prayer, mankind can recover from mortality.
Call upon the Lord, have faith and grow to perfection.
One act of love at a time—
© © Dane Smith-Johnsen
March 14, 2010
Poetic form: Free Verse
Outgunned by life,you escape
to epipheny. The inner-
voice had betrayed. Are you
ready to meet the believer ?
Sad ending of mithridatism-
in the wake of realization.
The growing clout of pink petals
was overwhelming the dust.
The leaf body mimics the
rocks. From the rear ocean
a wailing picks up the blackberries.
I was ready for the final assault.
Predawn blitzkrieg begins.
You start picking the apples from
the green eyes. The truth-
was never so near to moon.
Satish Verma
Having been smitten
with cancer
and with spinal troubles
I take my recovery
quite
seriously
I feel the power of the "chi"
in the depths of my being
No longer do I
despair
I march into
the future with
my head held high
Hope at my right hand
persistence at my left hand
Surely - "the best is yet to come"
I am reaching out with verse
to poetrysoup readers
Hoping all of you are healthy and
happy
Life can throw one
some curveballs
but in the end
It is all worthwhile
As rain comes down
on my city tonight
I pick up a pen and
write this ode
in the hope it will encourage readers
to take joy when they can
After a brief illness, some dry toast
and the turgid sloshing of rehashed thoughts.
Slowly the former becomes the new now.
I bathe in new invigorating light.
This is how we recreate our world;
with carefully paced electro-chemical reactions,
brittle notions are chewed soft like moccasins
until they fit new feet and legs.
This is how we create a life
no sudden catharsis or evolution,
just one thought hammered to another
until a scaffold is erected,
something that resembles
the bones of a recently absented God.