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Healing(P) Poems - Poems about Healing(P)

Premium Member Is There Light
Is There Light? Is there light in the darkness? Is there hope in the grief? Is there health in the sickness? Is there peace in the strife? Oh! The questions keep coming With their doubts and their fears. Can there be a way different A way that’s way out An escape from normality That can banish all doubt? Try reading the Bible About Jesus our Lord. Through his...

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Categories: healing(p), bible, christian, faith, god,
Form: Free verse
DIVINE DIVERSIONS
The devil couldn’t reach me, so he sent diversions in the form I desired most. He wrapped lies in laughter, gave them cute faces, glittered them up like gold. And I forgot, sometimes a wound wears jewels, sometimes danger looks like everything you ever prayed for. So I fell for it. I wasn’t the sun in their day, nor the star in their...

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Categories: healing(p), beauty, betrayal, bible, grief,
Form: Free verse



Premium Member How the Heart Forges
I wake— each dawn a slender promise shoulders gilded, by hesitant sun. The world, wide as longing real as the air I breathe— crests of mountains waiting horizons keeping their counsel. My heart, uncertain…. ventures like a melodic wind carried on— searching for a sign where wonder grows wild within. Between the strums of my old guitar and laughter in morning dew I surrender: each note of yesteryear kindles today’s quiet lesson A...

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Categories: healing(p), guitar, heart, journey, longing,
Form: Pastoral
Eden
She collects souls to be their shepherd, to keep them — and their short lives — safe. All moments, catalogued in the chaos and cosmos. She watches them thrive. Her curiosity appears as wit, sharp with double entendres, an intelligence cloaked in playful tongues. She heals wounds that leave invisible scars. She wraps her mind around others’ worries and offers another way — a kinder path, a...

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Categories: healing(p), devotion,
Form: Free verse
The Transformation of Attar
In Nishapur's dust and blazing heat, A physician walked the wealthy street— Young hands skilled in healing's art, Rich purse, restless, yearning heart That craved what gold could never meet. Wine and laughter filled his nights, Pleasure fed his appetites, Till one dawn brought strange surprise: An old man with ancient eyes And bundle clutched with all his might. "Master," spoke that voice so low, "Tell...

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Categories: healing(p), spiritual,
Form: Free verse



The Things I Never Buried
I never buried certain names, They lingered like a scent in air. I whispered them through window panes And found them waiting everywhere. I never buried childhood roads— The ones I walked with bleeding knees. They live inside the softest odes And bloom like ghosts among the trees. I never buried what she said The night the silence broke our bed. Her voice still echoes...

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Categories: healing(p), childhood, emotions, mirror, prayer,
Form: Rhyme
Before the Language of the Senses
Touch me where I do not tremble. Make of me a scent without a name. Let sound become what breath once was before it learned to speak. Let the tongue forget its hunger. Listen to me with the skin of thought. I seek no salvation, only time that vibrates beneath the skin. ...

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Categories: healing(p), beauty, deep, inspiration, spiritual,
Form: Free verse
WELCOME TO THE SLAUGHTER
I didn’t want to light the flame, But damn, you handed me the match. We played a bitter little game— Now neither one can scratch the scratch. I offered peace, I begged, I tried, You laughed and chose the sword instead. So now the happy parts have died— I burned the photos in my head. The goal was never you or me, It somehow...

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Categories: healing(p), betrayal, divorce, hate, hurt,
Form: Rhyme
I Lie
What the hell is going on? Do I know? Hell no, I don’t. I don’t care either. I lie. I do care. I care very much. I think perhaps I care too much. It hurts. But isn’t it impossible, Impossible to care too much? Is it? I know It is possible to care too little. Perhaps not care at all. I’ve felt that. I’ve been there. No one cared. No one. Not even me. But caring...

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Categories: healing(p), care, love, spoken word,
Form: Free verse
When the Night is Soft
When the night is soft and shadows sigh, I gather pieces of who I've been, Underneath a silver-breathing sky— The broken heart, the fractured skin. I’ve worn the weight of wordless ache, A cloak of silence stitched by stars, Still I rise, though pathways break, Barefoot tracing memory’s scars. The moon bends low with lantern light, A silent guide for those who roam, It whispers...

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Categories: healing(p), beautiful, beauty, home, hope,
Form: Rhyme
Elemental Formulations of Healing For The Soul
Elemental formulations of healing for the soul Consequential co-ordinations as we resist growing old Monumental calculations from a mind in the scientific cold Fundamental indignation from a heritage that has been cheaply sold Inspiration from an underground rebellion against corruption Congregations gathering peacefully while they plan the next outrageous eruption Elevations of encouragement reserved for...

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Categories: healing(p), life,
Form: Rhyme
Weight That Thought Me
I carried stones inside my chest, Each one a name I could not speak. They built a wall beneath my breast, A fortress made of worn-out ache. I carried rivers in my veins, The floods of all I held too long. They carved their maps through years of strain, A quiet, slow, unspoken song. I carried winters in my bones, The weight of every...

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Categories: healing(p), inspirational, life, meaningful, perspective,
Form: Rhyme
House I Carry
I carry a house upon my back, A fragile frame of dreams and stone. Its windows cracked, its timbers black, But still I walk, and still alone. Each wall is built from words unsaid, From nights I stitched with fraying thread. Its roof is shingled with the dread Of all the tears I never shed. I pass through valleys, rivers wide, This house sways...

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Categories: healing(p), emotions, environment, extended metaphor,
Form: Rhyme
Potion of Healing
Come, come, this form of grand Arise, the queen of hurt and can't Towards my love your heart may prance, Farther from whence your pain has danced- Into my arms your silence speaks, Woes sung low of stolen vanity, May we last until death dies out, Forever yet shall we stay soulbound....

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Categories: healing(p), abuse, analogy, appreciation, beautiful,
Form: Rhyme
Garden Between My Ribs
There is a garden between my ribs, A hidden place the world can't see. It blooms in silence, softly lives, A patch of green inside of me. I never chose the seeds it sowed, They came from storms I couldn’t flee. Each broken word, each heavy load, Took root beneath my shattered sea. It grew through cracks, it pierced my bones, With petals made...

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Categories: healing(p), encouraging, environment, garden, inspirational,
Form: Rhyme

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