"rehabilitating" poems - Hello Poetry

Soul of a lonely heart, shedding his tears wandering in the forest of fear carrying shattered dreams Soul of a lonely heart is embracing the pain rehabilitating the wounds in the past scars needs to be define Soul of a lonely heart flapping his big wings cruising in wonderland where he can find serenity again

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Jul 16, 2014

Jul 16, 2014 at 9:27 AM UTC

samantha-bontia

Soul of a Lonely Heart

Soul of a lonely heart, shedding his tears wandering in the forest of fear carrying shattered dreams Soul of a lonely heart is embracing the pain rehabilitating the wounds in the past scars needs to be define Soul of a lonely heart flapping his big wings cruising in wonderland where he can find serenity again

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I've been at the spa Tear facials, puffy eyes and nasal Sighs in the steam. I've been at the spa Naked and wasted Slowly rehabilitating myself. Been so long Since I've had a fix Forgot what it's like To be in your eclipse. Been too long Since I've had a kiss Scared what it's like To be saturated in bliss. I've been at the spa Suffocating and pruning, To stop myself from swooning. I've been at the spa Dehydrated, not elated. (Am I supposed to be relaxing?)

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Jun 28, 2019

Jun 28, 2019 at 4:52 PM UTC

EleniC

Spa

I've been at the spa Tear facials, puffy eyes and nasal Sighs in the steam. I've been at the spa Naked and wasted Slowly rehabilitating myself. Been so long Since I've had a fix Forgot what it's like To be in your eclipse. Been too long Since I've had a kiss Scared what it's like To be saturated in bliss. I've been at the spa Suffocating and pruning, To stop myself from swooning. I've been at the spa Dehydrated, not elated. (Am I supposed to be relaxing?)

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Meditating under the waterfall the cold feeling thoughts become to clear to question emotion at all. The sun blaze , is beauty to a dumb face, I'm the known race that's no race, as the moon rays interpermeates my physical state , I reminisce the days i've gazed into space. Recalling the reoccurrence of the light rays shifting, those with glasses must've missed it. Colors worth the risk. Concentrate on the 7 frequency rates on the disk. Close circuit surveillance "Ahchosi....... can you show us your face? How quaint. To visit my state and match how my spirit elevates. I calmly remark " you're late" I'm so out of place. I wish i can be more open but i have to do it all in slow motion. It makes me feel broken. Successfully rehabilitating myself. Now that's what i call help.

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Dec 24, 2015

Dec 24, 2015 at 10:43 AM UTC

Ahchosi

Pay Attention Infants

Meditating under the waterfall the cold feeling thoughts become to clear to question emotion at all. The sun blaze , is beauty to a dumb face, I'm the known race that's no race, as the moon rays interpermeates my physical state , I reminisce the days i've gazed into space. Recalling the reoccurrence of the light rays shifting, those with glasses must've missed it. Colors worth the risk. Concentrate on the 7 frequency rates on the disk. Close circuit surveillance "Ahchosi....... can you show us your face? How quaint. To visit my state and match how my spirit elevates. I calmly remark " you're late" I'm so out of place. I wish i can be more open but i have to do it all in slow motion. It makes me feel broken. Successfully rehabilitating myself. Now that's what i call help.

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Rehabilitating through escalating rhetoric emanating; animating fascinating literary representations of the subtle decorations encircling this imagination Magniloquent passages full of enigmatic contaminants; imparting the multiplex peculiarities of an introspective, retrospective detective Indulging in perplexing idiosyncrasies and infusing ethereal rhapsody into the universal tapestry.

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Nov 11, 2014

Nov 11, 2014 at 6:16 PM UTC

jessica-golich

Magniloquence

Rehabilitating through escalating rhetoric emanating; animating fascinating literary representations of the subtle decorations encircling this imagination Magniloquent passages full of enigmatic contaminants; imparting the multiplex peculiarities of an introspective, retrospective detective Indulging in perplexing idiosyncrasies and infusing ethereal rhapsody into the universal tapestry.

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Umbra were my acquaintance. Rehabilitating was never been on my plan. Daftness was there to give me a chance, Iciness was the best attitude that I’ve done. Elysian was ready to hug me, yet; Lucifer got one of my feet. Acting that I never been felt any sick, Catching my breath, I’m waiting for someone to save me by their trick. Aching heart has been pushing and calling me, Beckon me to end everything in order to be free. Aspiring to turn myself as a beautiful literary piece in deep blue sea, Notifying that I’ll never see how badly was reality. In the end I’m all alone, Listening when will I ever fall and be thrown. Lachrymose face is my perfect pattern, And no one seems to bother how they left my heart broken.

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Sep 3, 2018

Sep 3, 2018 at 5:54 AM UTC

juhdssssss

Jaded to Live

Umbra were my acquaintance. Rehabilitating was never been on my plan. Daftness was there to give me a chance, Iciness was the best attitude that I’ve done. Elysian was ready to hug me, yet; Lucifer got one of my feet. Acting that I never been felt any sick, Catching my breath, I’m waiting for someone to save me by their trick. Aching heart has been pushing and calling me, Beckon me to end everything in order to be free. Aspiring to turn myself as a beautiful literary piece in deep blue sea, Notifying that I’ll never see how badly was reality. In the end I’m all alone, Listening when will I ever fall and be thrown. Lachrymose face is my perfect pattern, And no one seems to bother how they left my heart broken.

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Rejoice ---- (Loneliness) •• Ancient truth At last appearing •• Weep -- The hungry child •• •• Noble suffering ! -- We accept the lie! NO! •• Rejoice! • (Weep oh weep The hungry child) ••• ••• Our life One simple Poem Tells the tale majestic Then fades •• The ancient truth Rehabilitating -- Allows us to see The hungry child And weep •• Rejoice -- Once again WE ARE WEEPING •• Rejoice YE hungry child!

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Oct 28, 2013

Oct 28, 2013 at 2:46 PM UTC

jeffrey-robin

Ancient

Rejoice ---- (Loneliness) •• Ancient truth At last appearing •• Weep -- The hungry child •• •• Noble suffering ! -- We accept the lie! NO! •• Rejoice! • (Weep oh weep The hungry child) ••• ••• Our life One simple Poem Tells the tale majestic Then fades •• The ancient truth Rehabilitating -- Allows us to see The hungry child And weep •• Rejoice -- Once again WE ARE WEEPING •• Rejoice YE hungry child!

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When we first moved in, The landowner said that The old crabapple tree in The yard hasn't yielded Its fruit for many a year. The executioner was going To end its life, but we Convinced the judge to Grant a stay of execution Regarding the beheading So we could make a valiant Effort at rehabilitating The desolate old soul. All because of a last minute Reprieve, that unproductive Tree has been rejuvenated And regenerated; once Again bearing fruit for Many a year for us to eat And share with others.

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Apr 29, 2025

Apr 29, 2025 at 9:07 AM UTC

DanielTucker

Stay of Execution

When we first moved in, The landowner said that The old crabapple tree in The yard hasn't yielded Its fruit for many a year. The executioner was going To end its life, but we Convinced the judge to Grant a stay of execution Regarding the beheading So we could make a valiant Effort at rehabilitating The desolate old soul. All because of a last minute Reprieve, that unproductive Tree has been rejuvenated And regenerated; once Again bearing fruit for Many a year for us to eat And share with others.

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enablelating devastating cohabiting separating rehabilitating medicating anticipating visitating reverlating celebrating

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Feb 20, 2016

Feb 20, 2016 at 7:44 AM UTC

robert-w-kodama

ten words

enablelating devastating cohabiting separating rehabilitating medicating anticipating visitating reverlating celebrating

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I address this grievance to the flag of the divided state of America, and to the nation for which it stands, one electorate under law, rhetorically divided, with liberty and justice for sale. Where supply and demand is the law of the land, America. Land of low fat low carb gluten free gluttony. Home of the diet double espresso. Nation of a decrepit prescription of the common condition based on callous repetition of rhetoric. We can't Compromise the promise of compatibility for a culture of coercion through coined commerce currently creating currency through craving. A public sporadically radical, showing signs of torrential existential turmoil and torment. Imprisoned by cuffs and shackles, chains and whips, butts and ******* and legs and hips. Now there’s bookbags full of mags and clips. Classes taking cover, news flash another weeping mother followed by the voice of the mass’ biased thoughts and prayers, and to think that this once was rare. My country tis a fee, land where it costs to be free. Home of break back opportunity and men maintaining slavery but nicknaming it economy. Establishment of laborious lobotomy. Land where justice is blind except to class and color line, federally funded crack ******* genocide, slyly twisting the rhetoric, the difference between prescription and criminal addiction is aesthetics. Yet they try to blame the ****** epidemic for mass incarceration invading the lives of those too poor to be patients. Enforcement is cuffing crack ****** while cops get nose bleeds with escorts behind closed doors. Outlaws working corners and streets while all rights are reserved between corporate sheets. Private prisons profiting on human rights violations using correctional castration to remove voices by stripping votes and choices. Rehabilitating via dehumanization. Now chain-gang gathered cop shot corpses litter the monstropolis its a matter of time and we ain't as fast as the clock is. Tick Tick bang there goes the next kid, would've rather he'd been arrested but for those below so it goes, unnoticed, no mass hysteria. So it goes when you're made in America.

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Jan 9, 2019

Jan 9, 2019 at 2:42 AM UTC

RyanV

Made in America

I address this grievance to the flag of the divided state of America, and to the nation for which it stands, one electorate under law, rhetorically divided, with liberty and justice for sale. Where supply and demand is the law of the land, America. Land of low fat low carb gluten free gluttony. Home of the diet double espresso. Nation of a decrepit prescription of the common condition based on callous repetition of rhetoric. We can't Compromise the promise of compatibility for a culture of coercion through coined commerce currently creating currency through craving. A public sporadically radical, showing signs of torrential existential turmoil and torment. Imprisoned by cuffs and shackles, chains and whips, butts and ******* and legs and hips. Now there’s bookbags full of mags and clips. Classes taking cover, news flash another weeping mother followed by the voice of the mass’ biased thoughts and prayers, and to think that this once was rare. My country tis a fee, land where it costs to be free. Home of break back opportunity and men maintaining slavery but nicknaming it economy. Establishment of laborious lobotomy. Land where justice is blind except to class and color line, federally funded crack ******* genocide, slyly twisting the rhetoric, the difference between prescription and criminal addiction is aesthetics. Yet they try to blame the ****** epidemic for mass incarceration invading the lives of those too poor to be patients. Enforcement is cuffing crack ****** while cops get nose bleeds with escorts behind closed doors. Outlaws working corners and streets while all rights are reserved between corporate sheets. Private prisons profiting on human rights violations using correctional castration to remove voices by stripping votes and choices. Rehabilitating via dehumanization. Now chain-gang gathered cop shot corpses litter the monstropolis its a matter of time and we ain't as fast as the clock is. Tick Tick bang there goes the next kid, would've rather he'd been arrested but for those below so it goes, unnoticed, no mass hysteria. So it goes when you're made in America.

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I am, Misery, Parting, Tormenting, Hating, Expecting. I am, Sorrow, Drowning, Suffocating, Losing, Vanishing. I am, Rage, Burning, Elevating, Fury, Rejuvenating. I am, Stillness, Waiting, Contemplating, Motion, Rehabilitating.

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Aug 22, 2017

Aug 22, 2017 at 1:49 PM UTC

LaserHalo

(eye)

I am, Misery, Parting, Tormenting, Hating, Expecting. I am, Sorrow, Drowning, Suffocating, Losing, Vanishing. I am, Rage, Burning, Elevating, Fury, Rejuvenating. I am, Stillness, Waiting, Contemplating, Motion, Rehabilitating.

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Ashes fly like lonely artist within, like the fly breaking the wires Reelin' free air Sleeping right, instead, I'm dreaming of luck on the streets Steal your right, instead of fighting the urge to be frantic Turn your luck into snarky medicinal Holiday burning up in flames, laze dazed on a hunch Arcanine, fun being confused by the empty witnesses Abject humiliation helps scuttle the land Rehabilitating, titillating and shards scintillating the Tiber Mending ways, a thing of the indefinite freewill Unified terrorists looking at there curtains and the pails Praying for the mail to unfurl Sleepless like a shuttle, in an electrocuted chair in a four-by-four cell without the pills and supper Scuttle the land and the last meal ain't free, innit

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Aug 4, 2019

Aug 4, 2019 at 8:40 PM UTC

aditya-roy

Reinstated And Living

Ashes fly like lonely artist within, like the fly breaking the wires Reelin' free air Sleeping right, instead, I'm dreaming of luck on the streets Steal your right, instead of fighting the urge to be frantic Turn your luck into snarky medicinal Holiday burning up in flames, laze dazed on a hunch Arcanine, fun being confused by the empty witnesses Abject humiliation helps scuttle the land Rehabilitating, titillating and shards scintillating the Tiber Mending ways, a thing of the indefinite freewill Unified terrorists looking at there curtains and the pails Praying for the mail to unfurl Sleepless like a shuttle, in an electrocuted chair in a four-by-four cell without the pills and supper Scuttle the land and the last meal ain't free, innit

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