Counseling Poems - Poems about Counseling

Beware of the men in bald, they say. You’ll see them everywhere. They come in sizes, tall and short, upon their heads, no hair. The bald men come in thin, they say. They also come in fat. Their heads are found upon their necks, often, underneath a hat. It is much better, people say, to have hair upon your head. It doesn’t matter, the color, be...

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I read these letters I've written, One was to be continued, I must have been dreaming, It made no sense. Dreaming. No one has three dresses, the couple are strangers. I'll never find them anyway, the list. Dreaming no more. You do, I do. Why didn't he say some words like we do? All was there, no dress, no shiny shoes, no list, no dreaming. All was good. Me, You, This Preacher, His witnesses. Witness His counsel he...

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I’ve been to counseling. Uni-life can be stressful, it's a 'judgy' environment. We're under constant evaluation. So, there’s free counseling. Have you ever been to counseling, dear reader? What I love about counseling is that someone has to sit and listen to MY issues.. Wait, doesn’t that sound a lot like poetry!? ...

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To you, Geoffrey, congratulation On your gladdening Graduation Well-deserved: the standing ovation: You are ready to serve your nation…. However, I fear, from your bedroom, As you wait for the right job to loom! Spurious has been the worshipped oil boom, A compatriot leaning on it – Doom! Now, to face it, one shapes one’s future, Defeats a drag-me-down subculture, Adds refreshingly to one’s stature, Story...

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We prefer putting blame on pastor-counseler For secretly meeting her without him He, not suspecting, divide & rule strategem She later explained, I gave Dean my side In case you blamed me for our "fall" It was indeed love (of this world) after all Best way forward, Dear Heart, seek His Will Our free will always is our freedom, personality LORD God never...

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Zafar Sapari is drug addict and he needs counseling. Khuda tujhay ice shesha aur cocaine say nijaat day......

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I'm just looking for advice... In the mirror I blush or I pale with what i notice...

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There are folk, in church or non-church family Abounding in warmth; "Hi folks!" with charm Least expected ... On the couch, deep memory: Kind misdeeds, intent ignored: cut on thy palm NOTE: a pastor may counsel successful churchgoers & find unsorted anger & hurts, rumbling & smoking with volcanic ferocity. Watch for small signs: the unkindly cuts from charming...

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Can somebody, please, tell A Sugar Mummy That her sweet young guy is not a dummy Out of her The ‘Sugar’ what is left is ‘Mummy’ At last, her presenting as The Dummy? Can’t someone urge My Sugar Mummy To try a longer look at her tummy For the still bold presence of The Gummy That finally does return to her “A...

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They started Selling Their blood Now their Own brain To make money...

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Well up at 3 this morning couldn’t shut the eyes anymore.  Finally hit the road before 6.  Took a drive up not knowing where to go    Mind blank, mind filled  Wrote this while driving.  Insanely my thoughts  crave my attention at untimely times.   My poem is mine now  Maybe someday I’ll post it here This isn’t it...

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Midst counselor roles, we work with wisdom granted by God midst faith-braced healing might praying for guidance in our ministry while somehow serving as good detectives solving seemingly mysterious cases putting an end to confusion and doubt. We helped the lady regained composure when she admitted the cause of her angst: “The label I hide on the wine bottle~ has been replaced with...

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Feeling great, feeling happy, feeling keen, feeling snappy, better than some years. The other side of the table cannot stop crying, fully concentrating on his sadness. This could have some other counselors feeling badly, but I sense crocodile tears. Chuckling within, marveling at his talent. It is a fantastic day! I think as we sit, he and...

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There’s one more thing, we are dead now. Says Boy 1. No, I’m not dead. I was dead, but now I am just blood up. Boy 2 replies. What is blood up? I ask. Boy 1 shrugs. But you are pushing the sun, he tells his friend. Yes! His friend readily agrees. His voice gets louder. I am...

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My dad died in the mountains when I was six. First words out of his mouth, a new boy, unknown to me. How old are you now? Six. So he just died? Maybe not. He is taking medicine, so he can go to work. So he lives with you? Yes, when he’s not dead. He has a...

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