Short Convalescence Poems
Short Convalescence Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Convalescence by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Convalescence by length and keyword.
You've tended to my wounds.
Every day I'm getting stronger with you.
I'm basking in positive energy.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
When stuck at home for convalescence
For prose or poem choose acquiescence
Scribble a thought about what is what
Soon you’ll be caught, and boredom forgot
Convalescence is possible with the renewal of faith.
Each resuscitation may be found in the power of healing.
I have found rehabilitation from a disease of the mind,
a malady that only existed because of my childhood abuse.
Good counsel and love can restore a wounded spirit.
Rehabilitation Contest
Julia Ward
May 31, 2018
Significance, magnificence, noncoincidence
elegance, eloquence, grandiloquence
effervescence, prepubescence, convalescence
quintessence, fluorescence, omnipresence
What makes these kind of groupings pleasing
It's not you, dear read, I am appeasing
Nor am I in any way illicit or licentious
~ As I take full advantage of poetic license
Break into my life
Lock the cracked door
Slip off your shoes
Your creaking clothes
Sneak into my bed
Uncover my soul
Sweeten the sunrise
Caffeinated yet cold
Caress my regret
Callous naked me
Hold my heartbeat
Broken and in need
Whisper perfume
In ears of neglect
Call convalescence
In stale dusty vents
Wipe my eyes
Estranged with shame
Show me forgiveness
Your face again
Tangled branch of sacred knowledge,
These trees are the college.
Buried within cold expression,
there is an ever present lesson.
Consumed by the essence,
of a warm convalescence.
Universal intent,
for the love that was spent,
since the early event,
to besiege what was meant.
I choose to thrive.
I am alive.
I’m sinking in;
eternal spin.
I choose to grow,
the need to know.
To trust the written,
elder scroll.
Antiques to ashes
Left with dusty faces
Love birds to broken hearts
Left in a thousand parts
Riches to rags
Left lonely like stags
Life still goes on
In cycles of seasons
Rainfall and snowfall
Reaching out to us on the floor
Our hard hearts softened by the torrent
From fragility we are hardened by the sun
Drop by drop a paddles starts to lift
Till it is a stream with a drift
Ray by ray our eyes overlook the pain
We are healed to live again
Similar to how
Platypi secrete
Poison from their
feet
the heels of your lips
rips my heart
apart
soul surrender
modern art
Poison guise
covert convalescence
from the claws
of your eyes
Laws of lies'
essence
intrude to conclude
an earnest feeling
dealing with the fact
that I love you
deeply
And much like Platypi
I am often confused
for something
that I'm not
but
in love
with you
this I'm as certain
as Platypi
are to amphibians
which they're not