Often, poems and inspirational sayings can help lift spirits and focus on the important things in life. When you are battling a drug addiction, poems can help keep you focused and on track with recovery. It can motivate you toward action and get help for your addiction. Poetry can contain a message of hope and convey emotions or ideas in new ways.
If you’re struggling to overcome an addiction, no one needs to tell you it’s tough – you’re living it. Sometimes you could use a few encouraging words to remind you that you’re not in this alone and that, yes, change really is possible. With that in mind, here are some words for those in recovery, each designed to shine a little light when things look dark.
Addiction also not only hurts you, but also hurts the people you love and care. To apologize sincerely, sorry poems can help you.
Here are some quotes to spread hope:
“One small crack does not mean that you are broken, it means that you were put to the test and you didn’t fall apart.” – Linda Poindexter
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The more you engage in any type of emotion or behavior, the greater your desire for it will become.
You don’t have to be ready to recover, you need only to be willing.
Once the enabling stops, the recovery is given the opportunity to start.
Recovery Poems From Famous Poets
These are examples of famous recovery poems about addiction written by famous poets. Also, spiritual poems can touch the soul and give you motivation, peace and comfort you need.
Promise Yourself by Christian D. Larson
To be so strong that nothing can disturb your peace of mind.
To talk health, happiness, and prosperity to every person you meet.
To make all your friends feel that there is something worthwhile in them.
To look at the sunny side of everything and make your optimism come true.
To think only of the best, to work only for the best and to expect only the best.
To be just as enthusiastic about the success of others as you are about your own.
To forget the mistakes of the past and press on to the greater achievements of the future.
To wear a cheerful expression at all times and give a smile to every living creature you meet.
To give so much time to improving yourself that you have no time to criticize others.
To be too large for worry, too noble for anger, too strong for fear, and too happy to permit the presence of trouble.
To think well of yourself and to proclaim this fact to the world, not in loud word, but in great deeds.
To live in the faith that the whole world is on your side, so long as you are true to the best that is in you.
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Begin to see yourself as you were when you were the happiest Begin to remember what worked for you and what worked against you Begin to try and re-capture the magic that is life Begin to live a lifetime each day as you did when you were a child Begin to forget your baggage, the problems that don’t matter anymore, the tears that cried themselves away, and the worries that are going to wash away on the shore of tomorrow’s new beginning
Tomorrow tells us it will be here every new day of our lives If we are wise, we will turn away from the problems of the past And give the future and ourselves a chance to become the best of friends
Sometimes all it takes is a wish in the heart to let yourself
Tomorrow’s sun will rise Either in splendor or behind a mask of clouds But it will rise
Until it does, we have no stake in tomorrow For it has yet to be born
That leaves today Anyone can fight the battle of just one day It’s when you add the burdens of yesterday and tomorrow That you break down
It’s not the experience of today that drives a person mad It’s the remorse or bitterness of something that happened yesterday And the dread of what tomorrow might bring
Therefore, it only makes sense For peace of mind and hope Live simply one day at a time Live today!
When you feel like giving up, inspiring poems will restore your mental grit and courage.
A Song to David BY CHRISTOPHER SMART
(excerpt) Sweet is the dew that falls betimes, And drops upon the leafy limes; Sweet Hermon’s fragrant air: Sweet is the lily’s silver bell, And sweet the wakeful tapers smell That watch for early pray’r.
Sweet the young nurse with love intense, Which smiles o’er sleeping innocence; Sweet when the lost arrive: Sweet the musician’s ardour beats, While his vague mind’s in quest of sweets, The choicest flow’rs to hive.
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Sweeter in all the strains of love, The language of thy turtle dove, Pair’d to thy swelling chord; Sweeter with ev’ry grace endu’d, The glory of thy gratitude, Respir’d unto the Lord.
Strong is the horse upon his speed; Strong in pursuit the rapid glede, Which makes at once his game: Strong the tall ostrich on the ground; Strong thro’ the turbulent profound Shoots xiphias to his aim.
Strong is the lion—like a coal His eye-ball—like a bastion’s mole His chest against the foes: Strong, the gier-eagle on his sail, Strong against tide, th’ enormous whale Emerges as he goes.
But stronger still, in earth and air, And in the sea, the man of pray’r; And far beneath the tide; And in the seat to faith assign’d, Where ask is have, where seek is find, Where knock is open wide.
Beauteous the fleet before the gale; Beauteous the multitudes in mail, Rank’d arms and crested heads: Beauteous the garden’s umbrage mild, Walk, water, meditated wild, And all the bloomy beds.
Beauteous the moon full on the lawn; And beauteous, when the veil’s withdrawn, The virgin to her spouse: Beauteous the temple deck’d and fill’d, When to the heav’n of heav’ns they build Their heart-directed vows.
Beauteous, yea beauteous more than these, The shepherd king upon his knees, For his momentous trust; With wish of infinite conceit, For man, beast, mute, the small and great, And prostrate dust to dust.
Precious the bounteous widow’s mite; And precious, for extreme delight, The largess from the churl: Precious the ruby’s blushing blaze, And alba’s blest imperial rays, And pure cerulean pearl.
Precious the penitential tear; And precious is the sigh sincere, Acceptable to God: And precious are the winning flow’rs, In gladsome Israel’s feast of bow’rs, Bound on the hallow’d sod.
More precious that diviner part Of David, ev’n the Lord’s own heart, Great, beautiful, and new: In all things where it was intent, In all extremes, in each event, Proof—answ’ring true to true.
Glorious the sun in mid career; Glorious th’ assembled fires appear; Glorious the comet’s train: Glorious the trumpet and alarm; Glorious th’ almighty stretch’d-out arm; Glorious th’ enraptur’d main:
Glorious the northern lights a-stream; Glorious the song, when God’s the theme; Glorious the thunder’s roar: Glorious hosanna from the den; Glorious the catholic amen; Glorious the martyr’s gore:
Glorious—more glorious is the crown Of Him that brought salvation down By meekness, call’d thy Son; Thou that stupendous truth believ’d, And now the matchless deed’s achiev’d, Determin’d, dar’d, and done.
All afternoon the tree shadows, accelerating, lengthened till sunset shot them black into infinity: next morning darkness returned from the other infinity and the shadows caught ground and through the morning, slowing, hardened into noon.
The Girl Inside by Jean McCarthy
Stay hidden, I said to the girl inside, How can I keep you safe if you laugh so loudly in a crowd? How can I make them like you if you shine in their eyes…
On Quitting by EDGAR ALBERT GUEST
How much grit do you think you’ve got? Can you quit a thing that you like a lot? You may talk of pluck; it’s an easy word, And where’er you go it is often heard; But can you tell to a jot or guess Just how much courage you now possess?
You may stand to trouble and keep your grin, But have you tackled self-discipline? Have you ever issued commands to you To quit the things that you like to do, And then, when tempted and sorely swayed, Those rigid orders have you obeyed?
Don’t boast of your grit till you’ve tried it out, Nor prate to men of your courage stout, For it’s easy enough to retain a grin In the face of a fight there’s a chance to win, But the sort of grit that is good to own Is the stuff you need when you’re all alone.
How much grit do you think you’ve got? Can you turn from joys that you like a lot? Have you ever tested yourself to know How far with yourself your will can go? If you want to know if you have grit, Just pick out a joy that you like, and quit.
It’s bully sport and it’s open fight; It will keep you busy both day and night; For the toughest kind of a game you’ll find Is to make your body obey your mind. And you never will know what is meant by grit Unless there’s something you’ve tried to quit.
One Day by Christine Evangelou
One day, you will heal One day, you will be grateful for the deepest cuts of pain One day, you will glance at yourself And see a stronger person through your reflection One day, you will kiss away your hurt… gently, and with grace Until then, use it all to propel you forward Like a white-hot pyre through your star-spangled eyes A fire to regenerate every shadowy cell And open your heart to every experience Knowing that one day You will search your heart And understand that love is the only thing to ever hold onto
The Lilies by Karenne Wood
When I learned I might have cancer, I bought fifteen white lilies. Easter was gone: the trumpets were wilted, plants crooked with roots bound in pots. I dug them into the garden, knowing they would not bloom for another year. All summer, the stalks stood like ramshackle posts while I waited for results. By autumn, the stalks had flopped down. More biopsies, laser incisions, the cancer in my tongue a sprawling mass. Outside, the earth remained bare, rhizomes shrunken below the frost line. Spring shoots appeared in bright green skins, and lilies bloomed in July, their waxed trumpets pure white, dusting gold pollen to the ground. This year, tripled in number, they are popping up again. I wait, a ceremony, for the lilies to open, for the serpentine length of the garden to bloom in the shape of my tongue’s scar, a white path with one end leading into brilliant air, the other down the throat’s canyon, black and unforgiving. I try to imagine what could grow in such darkness. I am waiting for the lilies to open.
If you are struggling with a drug addiction, try writing your own poem. Look inside your heart, see what the addiction is doing to you and express your feelings in a poem. You may just find that you can inspire yourself!
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