Recovery From Poems | Examples of Recovery From Poetry

The grief I feel is of another kind Sweeter than holy water A deeper breath than moorland air to find The black of midnight, not— Of monstrous seas, but— Of restful night, donated cloak From a kindly gentleman to wear Wrapped in coolest starlight, safe Astride a destrier — galloping to water Molted feather — fortuitously found New flight, gentle wind...

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Row by row the nettles grow And circles do surround Hairy stems the prison wires And jagged leaves their barbs. Cry out, forsaken sinner Your voice shall not be heard We listen to the wind song And hark its piercing sound. Your poison nettle vapours Cling to my moistened lungs And acrid nettle juices Drip from my swollen mouth. Alone, now in death— Eden’s angel looms Sword...

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after ‘The waste Land’, by T.S. Eliot I met a woman on a glitching screen, her face a whisk of pixels and prayer. She spoke of shattered systems and survived code, “The cloud remembers everything,” she said, "but forgets what matters.” A rat hurried through my feed at dawn, past memes and headlines, each a kind...

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For those healing in silence. Maybe it’s the sunlight, dotting playfully through the blinds— a quiet reminder that the world still holds light. Maybe it’s the steam rising from morning Earl Grey, a scone with melted butter —a moment of normal in a day that’s anything but. Perhaps it’s the slow turn of a page, the way strangers drift past your window— Perhaps it’s in imagining their thoughts, their...

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Oh, my, unexpected foe, “when you read my poems you wrongly judged me, and in a demeaning tone shouted, “Do you ever write poems that are not sad?” Dear disguised friend, you had me defending what I wrote bringing me back to past sadness I had long overcome causing me to second guess my triumphs. When I told you about...

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When winter arrives Icicles manifest around my heart The Earth is barren Roses wilter and decompose Absorbed within grey dirt Where oh where does life go? Does it migrate with the doves? Does it freeze up in the lakes? Is it buried within the lonely graveyard? Carried in the cold breeze With the dying leaves In the deepest darkest nights When the moon restarts its cycle And you...

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Caution around that window, my friend! What of it now? It lets you see outside and reflects in. What of it, then? Some things once seen must be exhumed. Why the fuss? It musn't break for it is strong. Strength will not cherish it. It musn't break for it will cut. Blood trickles as tears. It musn't break for it shows truth. Truth outside will...

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Then whistling strands went silent And cries bled out the ground Hushed over earthen weeping And golden fields were drowned. In tears of quiet, silence Sounds out the nothing drum Beats thrums of peaceful sleepers A voiceless, ashen hum. Tears of quiet dried to rust Lit up by morning glow Picked off, a surface crust The under-flesh to show Un-scabbed earth with...

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Breathe in, Breathe out. Breathe in, Breathe out. Help Me! I can't breathe! I can't catch my breath! I'm gonna die! Luckily a friend close by, gently caught my arm and said: Calm Down! Calm Down! You're panicking! It's not the in, It's the out! You're brimming breathless! You've forgotten to breathe out, desperately clutching on, to what you have. You're holding on, too...

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Inside a chrysalis, a pupa clad in logs, was a home in which to spell and dwell, for my transformation. I slept undressed, surrendered to my fate, as my grubby caterpillar form, dissolved under the doona down covers, with me cocooned inside, a shell within a shell. Too brittle to face the elements, without any camouflage, I sought refuge in...

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Standing on a crag Frozen against the storm Wrap another layer on Rain biting through me Throwing coins to the waves Trading hope for affection Thunder without lightning Blind on wet rocks You pull up alongside me Drawing back the clouds Peeling off the wet layers Baring my skin to the Sun Taking me below decks Holding me while I shiver Safe and warm in your embrace Melting into...

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Candle glow at midnight, The hatch is locked A scrambling splutter As I reach for the key of circles, bolts and lines. But just as before. The circle ends 4 corners behind And I'm scrambling again for another key I plead the glow; It flickers as I- Well, I, I cherish my existence once more As another circle starts to grow... My foot taps to the...

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It's time Your Chase Your dreams like that job with no bag in your hand Or Like You was chasing that man For a relationship And all he was doing wit you was playing Never Claiming you were his just a chick To be honest you wasn't even his side dish Lacking love and only wanting your attention But never...

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Tension starts to fade, A soft breath escapes at last, Calm begins to bloom. ©bfa050125 ...

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**"To Have Me or Have Not"** A thought just crossed my mind—a problem that has never been resolved. A bitter taste, a bitter cold; I don’t feel any remorse. It’s a path I’ve taken, a road I’ve traveled, with a toll that wasn’t paid. Unsettled thoughts remain, accompanied by cries of unspent tears. I left, but...

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