Recovery From Poems | Examples of Recovery From Poetry

Too tense? Stressed out? 24/7 Pressure? There’s a remedy, for absolute sure If with anger or angst...Read the rest...

• Five days it has been since I left • That does not compare to the weeks I had to stay • He almost got me fired for theft • And would yell at me all day • To...Read the rest...

Trying to survive, I began dreaming each day; That tore me apart....Read the rest...

She said I'm bored I think it's time I left She hopped in her car, headed west She left him waiting and wanting more At least she's pretty A shame she's a whore I can't say I...Read the rest...

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Good New Day Brother's and Sisters in Christ What a joyish, wonderful day in Him. It's not of ourselves. But His breath, grace, love, mercy that woke us up in our right...Read the rest...

There are shimmering ripples in the...Read the rest...

No nearer nighttime. In my own arms I have nurtured the sweetest flagellation. Moth to inferno once more. Silver septum skin. She snaps from divine touch to sputtering projection. Roll credits where credit is due. Everything ends eventually. Her sanctified smile shines through tears, floods,...Read the rest...

She lost her home She lost her ‘stuff’ She lost heart – but was still tough. When all was said and done, She reached out to the Son - She knew some tears and fears But love would sing into her...Read the rest...

Will I ever feel ready as another year approaches and twelve months will soon be left behind? Twenty-four containing pieces of an incomplete puzzle I hope to finish in twenty-five. The year I cannot remember living,...Read the rest...

A heart that heals is a heart that works Old clothes discarded to the floor Why was I wearing such rags? Old methods from another time If I try harder they will love me Creating unevenness, ripe to blame Why did...Read the rest...

I was born in the sunshine of your house. I remember the soft fold of your smile, As you read me bedtime stories, Sprouting in my memory, The fall of your heavy dark hair, Like velvet, As you bent to kiss...Read the rest...

The demons They lurk at the bottom The bottom of the bottle The violence, the rage The death calling my name It's all there on the last sip I can taste the pain before it goes dark But it's the...Read the rest...

Poor Santa! His plans went awry near Christmas, I say with a sigh. You ask, “What went wrong?” The story’s not long. Now here’s just what happened and why. With Rudolph, he shared tea...Read the rest...

I stand at the edge of what they tried to bury, A soul too stubborn to sink, too wild to contain. I am the fire from ash, the pulse from dead veins, A manifesto not to be read,...Read the rest...