Poèmes sur le thème : healing

Poèmes sur le thème « healing » sur Poets.by.

InspiréDave Bonta

Epithalamium, with images from the Brothers Grimm

Prince Charming A bad week. She swallowed pills, eight little erasers& while she lay on the floor with her mind elsewhere, the golden Lab brought his famished tongue across her face. Unclipped toe- nails click on the cold linoleum as the dog goes to his bed, comes back for another lick, & finally begins to nibble. He starts with the lips,
ContemplatifDave Bonta

Open-air cure

all the dull work that may kill I do dully I am going into the country the old marl of knowing how I ought to walk to be repaired with any humor with any other time
TristeAncient Artifact

Healing

somehow, the things that once drowned out the voices screaming in my head no longer work.
InspiréBalachandran V

Cleansing

The forest stream grumbles as the big rock Makes it swerve sharply to the right But is relieved that around the bend It can flow freely again. It swirls; over the sand bed the stream made Where I lie in total stupor The stream gurgles happily over the little stones and rocks That cradles me like a foetus in its womb. I lie, floating, watching my toes peeking out of the water And my nose, like a periscope This bloated corpulence slapped Gently by the ripples of the water. The sun is clouded out for the moment I close my eyes in bliss All I hear are the chuckle of the stream And the chirping of the Wagtail.
ContemplatifBalachandran V

Afterwards

The pain comes much later, first in trickles, then in torrents Washing off, cleansing Wounds, hurts, the memories The thoughts of should-haves and should-have-nots. First to heal are those festering, anger for What they did - and did not. Then, those of regret of what you did - and did not. Then, like a sunbeam breaking out through the clouds The realization that everything
InspiréSara Teasdale

Wood Song

I heard a wood thrush in the dusk Twirl three notes and make a star-- My heart that walked with bitterness Came back from very far. Three shining notes were all he had, And yet they made a starry call-- I caught life back against my breast And kissed it, scars and all.
ContemplatifMaxwell Bodenheim

Minna V

Pain is a country cousin of yours. He flings buds of awakening desires Upon the stately weddings in your heart, And laughs. You must teach him better manners; Bind his mouth with pale sleep; Caress him with trailing hands That loosen the buds he has stolen, into flowers.
RêveurLouise Morey Bowman

The Clover Field

I left the crowded cities, With their knowledge and their folly, And wandered down the by-ways, So lonely, wild and free. But not for me the mountain With its peak of purple grandeur, The forest, or the desert, Or the great unresting sea. For in a homely valley The air was sweet with honey, And there the brown Earth-Mother Held a clover field for me. Heigh-ho! Earth's sweet, red clover And the warmth and kindly healing! I laid me down and listened To the bee's deep, drowsy runes,
InspiréLeslie Pinckney Hill

Summer Magic

So many cares to vex the day, So many fears to haunt the night, My heart was all but weaned away From every lure of old delight. Then summer came, announced by June, With beauty, miracle and mirth. She hung aloft the rounding moon, She poured her sunshine on the earth, She drove the sap and broke the bud, She set the crimson rose afire. She stirred again my sullen blood, And waked in me a new desire. Before my cottage door she spread The softest carpet nature weaves, And deftly arched above my head A canopy of shady leaves.
InspiréLeonora Speyer

The Jar Is Sealed

The jar is sealed: Memories — mourners — close the tomb. Turn from the unechoing gloom Into the sounding day: Soul, freed and healed. Away! The jar is sealed.
ContemplatifEdgar Lee Masters

Eugenia Todd

Have any of you, passers-by, Had an old tooth that was an unceasing discomfort? Or a pain in the side that never quite left you? Or a malignant growth that grew with time? So that even in profoundest slumber There was shadowy consciousness or the phantom of thought Of the tooth, the side, the growth? Even so thwarted love, or defeated ambition, Or a blunder in life which mixed your life Hopelessly to the end, Will like a tooth, or a pain in the side, Float through your dreams in the final sleep Till perfect freedom from the earth-sphere Comes to you as one who wakes Healed and glad in the morning!