Therapy Poems - Poems about Therapy

...When he speaks transparently he feels co-passionate as long as s/he appears to vulnerably listen Without Me v We risks of retributive judgment when he aims to restore cultures and climates......Read the rest...

...I believe that at first I had a thirst for word As a child I’d create my own style And make up words to popular songs Especially when I wanted to sing along But did not have the vocabulary at ......Read the rest...

... I went to the man at school today He chats a bit and watches me play Asking questions about my feeling Feelings that have got me thinking How I am, and what I enjoy to do Where I go, what ti......Read the rest...

...One person once asked, "Why don't you like considering therapy" and this is my answer: What I feel does not have a schedule to pop out, And I don't bottle things up until the next hour. so, plea......Read the rest...

...Brother oh brother Where have you gone I have loved you For so very long Your dreams and Life have eaten you Mind and Body ghostly Haven’t a clue There is no hope For your return Liquor......Read the rest...

...There’s a wood tick in my cellar He be knocking at my door There’s a bunch of them on my tummy wall I count at least twenty-four One is biting my ankle, it is screaming out in pain That is wha......Read the rest...

...Spore your appreciation, edification, information..., orchestration, and utilization, a moss fungi (fun guy) attests his marriage synonymous with symbiotic relationship. Nostalgic acquiescence ......Read the rest...

...CHANCE* POEM A one survives as therapy compulsive affection & appreciation is explained the world round this too where all is possible all that counts & the mes......Read the rest...

... From a tiny seed, a seedling grows with hopes of becoming a tall and sturdy tree. Over time, with love and great care, a beautifully vibrant tree is visible for all to see The lusciou......Read the rest...

...'Twas not long ago, I did retire - Time for me to regroup. And like a buzzing fly, I fell into A bowl of Poetry Soup! My IT job did not prepare me. Artistically, I'm a dupe. My reading list h......Read the rest...

...Igniting pain retrieving the chemical imbalance in my brain soft tissue itched my frontal lobe leaned over my forehead as my temporal lobe offered little comfort in cognitive skills my optic ......Read the rest...

...In bold, your name, I will write at the back of my mind Painting your face in pink at its front. My heart has known to love No other but you; My soul craves No other but you; In the cold nig......Read the rest...

... Someone gently rolls me over Onto this white slab, belly down And I wait ... like forever Or at least it seems like forever, anyway Above me is a mirror, So, I turn my head and st......Read the rest...

...I was 16. I already hated this room. I would wipe my finger across the table with magazines. Expecting dust, but it was clean. I wondered if someone cleaned it at night. At night, I’d be sad. A......Read the rest...

...Dancing minds free singing bodies Dancing bodies reserve singing minds. Minds find faith in wealthy blue-sky synergy where bodies have experienced hope for sacred EarthTribe's healthies......Read the rest...