Short Recovering Poems
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Sea Banks lending water loans,
Time to time to the Sky customers,
And,
Recovering in one payment,
During monsoon times!
Language bridges nature's self-consciousness,
covering,
discovering,
recovering,
uncovering
sacred Time's regenerous echoing Pilgrimage.
villain
wicked, selfish
conniving, hating, deceiving
antagonist, rival, saint, soldier
saving, recovering, battling
noble, intelligent
hero
Heartache
Caused by you
Misunderstood
Learning to walk away
Freedom
Laughter
Caused by him
Loved and cherished
Learning to trust again
Hopeful
Eileen Manassian Ghali
Looking for meaning
Too many meaningless things
Our lives are cluttered
We must work towards uplifting
Together we will achieve
Early Morning
Dr. James E. Martin
©November, 2013
The day began with a jolt
As from the bed I did bolt.
I am now recovering,
From what I am discovering,
My legs did instantly revolt.
Hell
drunk, destitute
falling, crying, dying
Devil, Monster, Warrior, Woman
standing, laughing, recovering,
sober, serene
Heaven
ALCOHOLIC
Annoying
Liar
Cunning
Offensive
Hopeless
Obnoxious
Loathsome
Inebriated
Crafty
6 February 2020 For the contest sponsored by Matt Caliri
(Written by a recovering alcoholic with 38 years of sobriety)
Drills in the mind thoughts
From dawn until falling dusk
Hoovering like ghosts
Dissolved with the light of true
Recovering sanity
For Obsession Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Silent One
July 23, 2017
Third Place
Saying I have a problem
Using the tools of the program
Recognizing the addiction
Reading the literature
Evolving into spiritual life
Noticing change
Developing a spiritual foundation
Ending a life of emptiness
Recovering the real me
in this green warm room
they speak unknown
languages of power
passion bordering
on revenge
complexes of conflict
brilliant minds chained
by the system
slowly recovering
they are speaking
unknown languages of
love passion and deciet
Form:
SOBER-:-
teetotal
sustainability
abstinence
nonfermented
sobriety
rewarded merits
a CLEAN BILL OF HEALTH
unmalted
dealcoholized
balancing
restart
recovering
SEVERE DIPSOMANIA
anonymously
attends
powwows
shared
stories
For MY NON CHRISTIAN FAMILY, RSA:
S source of life, water, rain, cooler weather
I I'm recovering from sin, my lineage
N No true healing without repenting; like rain in
Eastern Cape, Jesus's blood washes again and again. First in cleansing, then empowering
Never watch any comedies
while recovering from surgery
because you can laugh your stitches out literally
which will be not only painful but also very bloody.
This is one of those situations when laughter can be deadly,
as opposed to hightening one's spirits joyfully.
It’s been a while,
Without her smile,
Which lingers large
In my recovering,
Fallen heart,
As time goes by,
And truth sets in,
The little scars
On my canvas skin
Begin to blend,
Edges fade and I
Become whole again.
The drop she gave,
Pure, like Chanel Beige.
From youngsters to seniors,
Free or behind bars,
Persons traumatise,
By sickness,from wars,
Recovering from drugs,
Healing deep scars,
Or just chilling,
Drinking wine with caviare,
I had a dream,my poems,
Read near,read far,
Even by aliens,
Sipping champaign,
On nameless stars...
Remembering the union of the two souls
Rejoicing for the first time
Revival of expectations and eagerness
Recovering of the meaning
Reloading of the truthfulness
DATE WRITTEN: 27/08/2019
WRITING CHALLENGE 3 AUGUST 2019 - FIVE LINES
SPONSORED BY DEAR HEART - WIISHKOBI ODE
I’m recovering from an addiction of your passion and desire
Potent like fire
Thrusts of lust
Shaken up
and intertwined like wires,
Your kisses I so admire
I follow the wind of your breath
Taking me to the depths
of your passionate grace
The warmth of your body
Becomes my fate
Jewelry
Friend undergoing life saving surgery
Thinks "I can't go! Haven't worn all my jewelry!"
12-1-21
Contest: Your Funniest Couplet
Sponsor: L Milton Hankins
True story. To Meg who loves her bling and is now recovering for a near death experience wearing as much bling as possible!
the silence shatters
in the back alleys of your mind,
a cat springs from a fire escape.
hitting the ground, she stumbles
near imperceptible,
revealing the last vestiges of kittenhood.
recovering herself,
she slinks unnoticed through a doorway
shimmering, it disappears behind her;
the last way out.
Form:
How convoluted love may be
When you are an absentee
Falling in a pensive state
Only to re-create...
Enchantment from a clear conclusion
Contemplating fiery fusion
Though there they are with love by side
Never really satisfied
Clearly in a pensive mood
Recovering from a feud
Hence my love I do condemn
For I wouldn't wanna be them
“this poem is not about what is written, but what is not written…”
You bring me back to
Life gently, with small doses
Of light airy love,
Like butterfly tugs.
The gray nothing recedes to
Blooming new color.
Soon you’re my lover.
With overwhelming passion
You shatter the spell.
I can feel myself
Recovering with each touch,
And primitive rush.
7/1/11
Who owns the child?
the one who has no place.
Is it The One Track Minds?
Who only listen the themselves?
Is it the recovering addict?
Who caused all the pain?
Is it the uncaring trier?
Who knows not a thing?
Is it the Loving Light?
Who gave all he had?
Or.
Is it the trapped memories
Torturing her inside?
A call to the ring
singing and ringing
the replier has gone with the twisting
as long before ago come for finishing.
A finger in the ring
showing love without crying
it is a prison of dying
a jail of impact recovering.
Sense and heart as sharp as a tack ding dong
as the soul in ready and waiting
to slash the mist of tearing
life has no wasting.
Hush,Hush.
The world is gently sleeping
breathing in the fresh air
its repairing, rejuveating.
Recovering from the virus
her temperature still rising.
And life support is still needed
her oxygen deplenished
Yet mother nature is still weeping
in despair at human kind.
Shes looking for a remedy
a cure for all her ailments
and we call it covid19.