Healing Poems - Poems about Healing

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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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She was a field– soft, wide, aching. He was the match, small but hungry. They met not in spring, but in that breathless hush before things grow– where hope is still half-buried beneath frost. She held the rain like a secret. He wore the fire like a promise He never meant to keep. She broke without a sound He burned like it was prayer. and yet– in the blackened soil, something...

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Johre White Light penetrates Gaia she opens Her lava oozes the Violet Flame fountains of Sophi-El spring containing silver fish we eat them Not Johre reward >> Integration = Sati masculine feminine figure of eight moves awareness defines steps opposites magnetise eyes east loves west north adores south within square is rectangle mouthed circles sliding across smoothly flow overlapping voids birth material power Sati reward >> Peace...

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My chest holds echoes none can hear, A hush of thoughts that won’t appear. What once was warm now drifts like mist, A weight unseen, too dense to lift. Each fracture blooms a quieter scar, Where bitter seeds still grow afar. No shore, no flame, no sense of tide— Just vacant halls I roam inside. By day I wear a borrowed face, By night...

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O hush of night, you sacred veil, Who cradles hearts when strength grows frail— Receive this soul, so gently stirred, Whose silent grief has gone unheard. Receive this soul, so gently stirred, Whose silent grief has gone unheard. You walk with those the world forgets, Who carry dreams like faded debts. The ones who smile through aching breath, And meet each dawn with quiet...

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She left no echo, made no sound, Just folded time without a frown. No curtain call, no loud applause— Just grace departing without pause. A hand once warm now gently still, A final breath, a resting will. And yet, her presence lingers on— In morning light and dusk till dawn. Soft is the way the faithful part— A silent hymn within the heart. No need...

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