Best Self Help Poems
Don’t be good just to be good,
Because it makes you seem right,
Do good because you’re better than bad,
Because you’re up for the fight,
And put up your dukes, call the bad out,
Point out where bad words are wrong,
Sing it out loud, for all people to hear,
Sing it loud like it’s a song,
And rejoice this defiant voice in the dark,
Rejoice the voice that you are,
Rejoice the line in the sand where you stand,
Be proud of the good in your heart,
Then stand up tall after defeating the bad,
Defeating bad things that were said,
Because, at the end, it’s you that matters,
Defeating the bad in your head.
These glorious colors of hope in the sky,
From red to violet to blue,
Depend on the gaze of each peering lover,
It differs from each point of view,
You see, sunlight bounces off its own water drop,
Adopts a color to share,
And heads straight to your lovely soul,
Controlled by the love in the air,
So what you see is a little different to me,
Different shades from the arc way up high,
Made by different tints of an ocean,
Emotions that come from the sky.
She went to war against her foe,
A battle until the end,
A battle of spite against her will,
A battle inside her head,
You see, dying was what her brain wanted,
To kill her from inside,
But then she stood against her mind,
And refused to f###ing die,
She grew her venom, her malicious spite,
Became fully self-aware,
Ate good food, slept all night,
Mastering self-care,
She did everything her brain hated,
Until all those thoughts had died,
She beat her foe in her private war,
When she overcame her mind.
He looked beyond her destitute smile,
And saw her shimmering hue,
Hovering above her cavernous mind,
In a glimmering radiant blue,
And her eyes gazed out not hiding the truth,
The truth of losing her soul,
That left her magic floating around,
In the cruel and vacuous cold,
So he reached his hands out into the air,
Cradled who she was in the shade,
And gently, with purpose, pulled her to him,
Over time she was gently remade,
With the love they both shared she became once again,
Alive where once she had died,
And her radiant blue shone from her eyes,
From her beautiful emotional mind.
What sort of art works for you,
What art do you like most,
Do you like the portrait stuff,
Or images from the coast,
Or maybe you like other forms,
From nail to martial art,
Maybe modern performance dance,
Or mulberry paper craft,
Either way, whatever art you like,
Your art comes from deep inside,
It helps you keep your YOU alive,
It invigorates your mind,
So never stop creating new,
Your poems, your paint, your thing,
Spend your days thinking deep,
About how to spread your wings.
On the path of healing
I stumbled a lot
As I continued my journey
My wounds were left open for the world to gaze
I hid them behind my smile and continued my ride
I was walking with long strides
Once reaching the stop I felt cold
I looked at my cuts and found them dripping gold
SELF HELP POEM
Self help Poem: It started off with one-
I was really startled by the potency
I was overwhelmed by it -
It seemed to disappear faster than
I could afford to be without it.
I wanted it to last longer,I upped it by two.
That burst of euphoria traveling faster than
the time it took to think it.
I mean before I could mellow
out and write a whole poem,
I had already required three;
Three in my mouth same time-
melting on my tongue dispersing
flavorful burst of peppermint
"Mentos" it was like a big distraction --
I couldn't write for long-
Not knowing if this would be
the last bursting sensation
I would experience for tonight.
I am down to one pack. My fingers are
clawing open the packaging, there is only
one left deep down.-
I am terrified, It's is so good,
My mouth is making my brain jealous.
I cram in the Last one.,
a poem comes - I can't concentrate.
Mentos excites my attitude.
I want to thank them;
Them who dumps pure exotic
peppermint oil into a candy that
is so sooo chewy and sweet,
Inducing erotic feelings and fear...
Mentos I can not get enough of you,
two packs down and I
sit praying for the will-power
not to suck another Mentos tonight.
Ok the Mentos, in my mouth is almost dissolved;
I am looking at the last package... I am scared
Heart Attack Self Help
A viral message of self help is making its round through whatsapp..
Reportedly written by a cardiologist Dr Siva, a senior doctor of the heart…
It implores each reader to spare a mere 2 minutes, to please read his message…
Doing so, you will be ready when heart attack strikes and you are alone, needing aid..
It is a fact we must all be fully aware, heart attacks do give an early warning…
If you feel nauseous and you feel faint, your internal alarm bells should start ringing…
When next strikes a severe pain at the heart, make no mistake , this is it…
The pain, it spreads up to your arm and onto your jaw, you are in dire straits..
Urgent is the need for more oxygen for your agonised heart, CPR quick, please....
Some of us may have knowledge how to apply aid and CPR to a heart attack victim…
What if, now you are the suffering victim, and the pain strikes, you can’t even scream..
Doctors say, time is of essence, delay is the greatest enemy for any heart attack victim..
Even if the hospital is mere minutes away, you desperately need immediate help right away..
Do as Dr Siva says, draw deep breaths and cough deeply, do them repeatedly and very vigorously…
Each breath be deep, each cough deep and prolonged, as if to expel sputum deep inside the chest..
Doing so, more oxygen is drawn into the lungs, the coughing squeezes the heart, blood circulates..
This simple self help, of deep and vigorously coughing when in the throes of a heart attack…
All these, they help squeeze your suffering heart into regaining its normal rhythm ….
In any heart attack situation, every millisecond counts, and until you get professional help..
If you are alone, then it is all down to you to stay alive a few seconds longer till expert help..
This simple self aid may yet save your life, and to many others who read this message…
So do spread and share this knowledge, for as one ages, it’s our lives at stake….
And here is the frightening fact, when heart attack happens, you're helpless...
You will, on the average, a mere 11 seconds before succumbing to unconsciousness..
So this little self help is not in jest, neither is it a fictional nor creative token...
Let's pray it will not happen to you or I, but by being thus informed, your 1st survival step is taken..
The bigger you mentally are,
the bigger your wishes will be!
I have a little child within me, still…
Still as the falling snow fall'n down at night,
He wants his Laurie, and will wait, until
She comes… and takes him upward to his Flight.
It is not weakness, selfishness, nor pain!
He knows, She’ll lead him forward through the dark,
And, though he stumble, he will ne'er again
Fall down and get up bleeding, at the park!
For I, and She have taken both his hands
And we will bear him up, and give him toast,
And pour him nectar in a little cup,
And say, through all, he’s been… of boys, the most
Refined, polite, and wise… we’ll fill him up
And teach him he is good, and need not fear
And keep his birthday, stay, and hold him dear…
I will never read a book about Self Help.
That folks, is not getting self help.
That is getting self help written by somebody else.
You are getting someone else's self help.
If you truly want self help,
why on earth would you read a self help book written by someone else?
Whenever I need self help,
I Help My Self,
That is self help folks, nothing else.
Nights became days that quietly led,
Led to the dream in his mind,
Where he woke to sounds of birds all around,
In the forest of trees from outside,
His small little tent, pitched on the flat,
Soft green ground, a soft bed,
Beside the beautiful burbling river,
Flowing around in his head,
Then he peered across the silent flat brook,
And prepared his line all alone,
For the quietest fish beneath the surface,
Who swim deep in the unknown,
And calmly he cooked, on his primitive stone,
His meal of fish, beans and spuds,
He sat and relaxed with his now empty mind,
About all of the people he loves,
Days became nights for the travelling man,
At his campsite, his forest, his throne,
Till morning next day, when he packed all his stuff,
And quietly returned back to home.
Awesome, I like this, Good job,
So strong, Solid grasp of shape,
Are some of the phrases people leave,
When my art helps them to escape,
From the humdrum of life on repeat,
Escape the predictable drive,
When my art allows minds to freely grow,
Rekindle, restore, and revive,
Because, my painting isn’t what eyes can see,
It’s not an everyday sight,
My painting creates from blunt little lines,
In colour from black, grey and white,
Images that become clear once relaxed,
Become what I mean them to be,
And that is a present for your mental health,
A present for you sent from me.
A thousand, or more, people in trance,
Locked in a blackened out vault,
Give themselves to a warm, calming feel,
Throw away all of their thought,
Then the show gets loud, who will you be,
You choose leather jacket and jeans,
You choose to be the love heart in the middle,
Of love in your wildest dreams,
And the drums are alive, with the rhythm of now,
They take from you total control,
Forcing your thoughts to quieten down,
This magical balm for your soul,
These thousands of people at a gig in your head,
The music alone in the dark,
Calm your thoughts to a single one voice,
Setting your mind to restart.
I need some fresh air,
I want someone to care.
I'm feeling rest less,I'm feeling sad.
I have no cause to be a little glad.
Any attempt to be happy
Only makes me mad.
Where is that fresh air?
Where is that person,who'll care?
Oh! I see, they are seen rare.
They travel to help strong people.
They have no time for a feeble.
They are set to nurse those-
Who don't call them.
Self Help is
Their relief anthem.