Love Poems About Recovery From or Recovery From Love Poems
by Michelle Faulkner |
Categories: lost love, recovery from, sorrow,

They Told Me You Cried

They told me you cried on the day I died
A sob splintering through a silent dome
Your sorrow a shroud on the catacomb
As I laid where birds no longer replied
Now I watch as you slowly search the beach
For those rare shells edged in liminal blue
I would gift you that impossible hue
To show I was within sight, within reach

Yet I wish you more than what shadows grant
A life in the sun of a springtime glen
Not lost in the gloom of my grave's abyss
Let my legacy be the hope you plant
Blooming with the courage to love again
If you will keep something of me - keep this

by Ashley Beaudre |
Categories: death, depression, loss, lost love, love, recovery from...

Slowly Dying

I'm overcome with grief
as I slowly die inside.
They tell me this is normal, 
and everything will be alright.

I can't seem to eat a meal,
or close my eyes to dream.
All I visualize is your face, 
then accidentally scream.

I can't seem to leave my home, 
whats the point anyways?
Without you standing by my side
life is nothing but a waste.

Maybe soon enough I'll join you, 
as I slowly die inside.
When I finally enter the gates of pearl
everything will be alright.

by Stacy Stiles |
Categories: life, recovery from..., sad,

Invisible

Ignorant to the favoritism; a desire to be special too
Naïve to all the sarcasm and criticism; finding it easy to subdue
Validity still not broken as I feverishly try to understand 
Insanely searching for something; waiting upon your command
Silence numbs my body; reaching out for a delusion to hold
Imperfect vanishing appearance; a love so wrongfully cold
Brazen on the outside; while dying on the inside all alone
Love is all I ever yearned for; not this affection carved in stone
Eagerly waiting for a sign; will you see, or are you forever blind?

© Stacy Lynn Stiles


by Ernesto P. Santiago |
Categories: love, recovery from...

Finding Time To Love Again

We talked about poetry
Over cups of coffee and cigarette
In a café full of prowlers of pleasure
And skippers of wisdom
On a wintry day 
That was numbing my patience

The bitter taste of coffee 
Energized my words, 
Fluttering like cherry blossoms of spring, 
Right from my heart, timid, but with lots 
Of rhyme to offer,
And it beat
Faster than the hands of time
As I looked at you
With your eyes, teasing...

And I almost forgot
To take my «I love you, Dad» kid from school
‘Cause of your Angelina Jolie
Lips that giggled my widowed soul

by Mike Dailey |
Categories: health, hope, inspirational, life, philosophy, recovery from...

The Truth

It’s true that I have cancer
Not true that it has me
For I choose to live my life
As full as it can be
It’s true they did some cutting
To get the cancer out
But I’m still fighting cancer
And it is quite a bout
It’s true that I’ll do chemo
And chemo makes you sick
While chemo kills the cancer
That’s not what makes me tick
For me, it’s love of family
My daughter and my wife
And I’ll have a brand new grandchild
And that – to me – is life
Each moment that I’m living
My love for them grows strong
And loving equals living
That’s what keeps me going on
So it’s true that I have cancer
Not true that it has me
And like a wise man said once
The truth shall set you free.

by Tom Quigley |
Categories: children, daughter, journey, life, recovery from,

Letting Go of Our Daughter

Love multiplied, your first crying sound
Eyes opening to the world around
To gaze at your newborn face, the sensation
That of peering down the generations
In our lineage, conditions to fear
Now more worried, each passing year
Giving up, choices breaking trust

Girlhood dreams begin to combust
Officer, with whom we discussed

Young womanhood beginning wrongly
Fell temptations pull you away
Although it pains all of us, strongly
For now, with others you must stay

Cherry blossom sun
Broadest smile, to me you run
Vigorous hug, love

4/12/16

For Contest: Letting Go, Three Form Style
Sponsor: Laura Loo

by Michael J. Falotico |
Categories: dedication, love, recovery from...,

Not Broken

Thrown onto the floor..
Maybe cracked but not broken..
Two hands picked it up..

Caressing with care..
Finally mending old scars..
Holding it close with warmth..

A heart now finds love..
Then she handed me her own..
Two hearts become one..

by Jane Allen |
Categories: recovery from, seasons, strength,

Spring Light

Year’s end beckons now
Sorrow and sadness lie deep
Like snow, melts in spring

A new season calls
Awakening spirits fresh
Buds of new life hope

Breaks the earth leaving
Winter behind, memories
Cast in spring light

Nourished with love strong
Roots hold firm in wind and storm
Flowers blooming new

by Lee Leon |
Categories: depression, health, loss, lost love, love, recovery from...

No Entry Wound

No entry wound; I know inside
What should be whole is broken
Between the cracks my feelings slide
Where words cannot be spoken

Strange silence speaks within the gloom
Where memories keep taunting
A ghost sits in a lonely room
With no desire for haunting

Where once before I used to go
When I was whole and stronger
I cannot meet there with my woe
So I shall go no longer

I have no need to venture out
No wish to do so fills me
For I am empty and the doubt
Of any fullness stills me.

by Bob Quigley |
Categories: passion, recovery from..., longing,

Infidelity

Whispers in a darkened room Two bodies locked in passions dance Lust and longing both consume Exploring hands enhance Sacred vows lie on the floor Discarded with their clothes Craving love, they search for more Trust lost in the throes Sated bodies, guilty hearts Have failed to fill the void Did they really just make love Or was it just destroyed

by Red Fiery |
Categories: recovery from...,

Bitter Harvest

Acidulous feelings of hatred

perpetuates those heart

revenge is born in the dark.

The end of  this road is death

 where equanimty is destroyed

with  irrepairable damages.

Love starts excruciating,

the deepest scars with

impossible recuperations.

by Emily Kroeger |
Categories: life, lost love, love, mystery, recovery from..., sad

I Hate To Know How You Are, Just Remember What You Did To Me

I can see right through you, don't you know? ha!! 
You don't know me, but I know you, isn't that funny?

Can't you see what you put me through? 

I am very amused by this you see, don't ask why
I have no answer to reply.

But in the end it will all turn out fine.

Because I can read your mind.

awhh and I sieh, 

You don't remember why.

But here I am waiting for you to remember when and why.

by Stacy Stiles |
Categories: life, recovery from..., sad,

Mental Shoes

There is a delusional vision inside me
Full of eternal love and mental bliss
Is that vision so un-comprehendible?
For the vision now seems so far wretched

What is it like to live one day completely insanely free?
For I cannot remember the very last time 
My disease did not entirely consume me

Control and patience they say;
These remedies seem very far and few
For walk a path of insanity just once
Then you’ll see what it’s like
To walk a mile inside my mental shoes

by Christy Hardy |
Categories: life, love, recovery from...

Standing Before God

Let's open our eyes,
see what is real,
offer a hand,
let our hearts feel.

Don't stand by,
and do nothing to help,
these are our people,
a bad hand they were dealt.

Help is ready,
lead them safely in care,
their problems now ours,
our love we must share.

Their future depends,
now on us,
let's all do our part,
or do we have the guts.

Not thinking clearly,
something's blocking their view,
we must find out,
we know this is true.

Standing before God,
explaining our life,
can we tell Him,
we did what was right.

by Clay Young Jr. |
Categories: angst, life, loss, lost love, recovery from...,

Edmond's Alternate Ending

Edmond’s Alternate Ending I am about to move Though I’ve yet to move on… …now that I’ve moved on Or was it moved back I found all the lack In my alleged desires A mind of loss conspires For redemption, or revenge My vengeance consumed me Began to eat me whole Til I realized I was the one chewing And the graves that I was digging Were nothing more than holes So I stopped biting And recovered the Earth Won’t belittle myself by fighting Or lower my self worth Stooping to do battle with the trolls I’ll just let them dig their own holes

by Jen H. |
Categories: lost love, recovery from...me,

Break-Up Food

When I'm not in the mood
I eat break up food
And watch movies all night
Ruin my sight
Popcorn stuck in my braces
Slurp soda, make funny faces
Laugh at stupid stuff
When things are sad, I give a loud huff
But every emotion is defined
I'll watch movies of any kind
To make me laugh or cry
To help thoughts go away of... the guy
But man I love break up food
It really gets me in a good mood! :)

by Black Eyed Susan |
Categories: life, love, recovery from...,

From the Hollows

“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

by Caroline Cécile Delacroix |
Categories: inspirational, nature, recovery from...words, voice, voice,

A Quiet Time

No words to say
No songs to sing
The voice has gone numb
The mind refuses to run.

Letting my eyes dance away
Upon mountains and valleys
My ears listen to the concert
Of the hidden spring and the birds.

No thoughts to convey
No sounds out of my mouth
Quietly I listen, absorbing the beauty
Upon which my eyes feast, and my heart beats.

I hear your voice 
Speaking softly to me
Of words that feed and color
My life with love and splendor.

By CarolineCécile
Copyright © 10.03.10

by Sharon Ruebel |
Categories: recovery from...

Empty Feelings

How sad that he's forgotten
All the lessons love has taught him

The money never mattered
Her poor heart is torn and shattered

It's amazing just to listen
To his lacking self rendition 

I guess when all is said and done
Empty feelings are all he's won....

by Emily Kroeger |
Categories: hope, life, lost love, love, recovery from..., sad

Kiddnaped My Heart

You don't realize you kiddnapped my heart!
                       Do you?

If only you knew how long its been missing.
             Or how long I have been searching!

But its gone forever.

If only I knew what I had when I still had it
with me. Now its gone and gone forever!

     Never to come back.

Thats the love I gave and you never returnd back!

by Justin Worthy |
Categories: art, longing, love, recovery from, relationship, romantic

Restoration

For a long time,
I had a darkness looming over me 
From the inside

Shameful to speak about 
Neither is it proud

Caused by a broken and a used heart 
I thought it would forever stain me
No rain could ever wash away its haunt

And then you came
And the darkness became lame

The shadows in me began to banish 
Like a resurrection of the heart
It once was, but with your presence it began to vanish

You redeemed my purity
And brought back the pieces in me that shattered
Now i think ive experienced true love...
Finally i see clearly

by Misty Flowers |
Categories: confusion, depression, faith, hope, peace, recovery from...

Lost

Confused and lost
sitting in a place full of ghosts
longing for  love I will never find
hoping one day someone will understand me
holding my heart close behind this wall
wanting someone to take it and keep it safe
knowing it will never happen
no one can see past the wall that's in place
hiding who I am from prying eyes
never letting anyone see my longing
never able to find the door to let them in
being ever eluded by the truth
a truth only felt from love
no one really sees me
no one really cares to look

by Christy Hardy |
Categories: imagination, life, recovery from..., time, visionary,

Stepping Out of Hell

He made her cry,
again today,
he calls this love,
in his own twisted way.
She can't go on,
living like this,
trying to survive,
under his iron fist.
Where can she run to,
is help close by,
who will comfort,
her blue eyes that cry.
He is not a man,
he is way too mean,
the worst case of evil,
she has ever seen.
Money is an issue,
this is all she needs,
to make her break,
and once again be free.
A very hard lesson,
but she learned real good,
as her life crumbled,
like many said it would.
One can't be happy,
where no happiness dwells,
she must make her own future,
by stepping out of hell.

by Carol Sunshine Brown |
Categories: health, life, recovery from..., uplifting,

I Did It Big Time

I decided to do it all on my own for myself
Before long I was bouncing off the walls
Cursing the person that came up with such a thing
Praying the dizzy feelings would end soon

My brain is getting clean fresh air
My lungs are no longer choking
More energy as each day passes
Able to walk without being out of breath

Can actually smell the food that I eat
Friends come to visit my smoke free home
Grandchildren love kisses from granny now
I am so happy and nicotine free

For 35 years my life it was taking
January 19, 2008 I stopped smoking

by Grace Eunsong Lee |
Categories: lost love, recovery from..., romance, sad, seasons

Fall

old leaves are falling
sailing, reluctant, kiss death
the fragile air breaks 
healing hearts are letting go
love letters, clutched until now


? 2010