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by Michelle Faulkner |
Categories:
lost love, recovery from, sorrow,
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...
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,
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...
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...
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,
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...,
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,
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; 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,
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...,
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 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,
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...
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
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,
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...,
“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,
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...
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
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
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...
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,
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 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
old leaves are falling
sailing, reluctant, kiss death
the fragile air breaks
healing hearts are letting go
love letters, clutched until now
? 2010