#embodiment poems on Hello Poetry

Daniel Stiverson Jul 31

(what lives in me before I understand)

It begins in my body
long before my mind arrives.
A surge, a flicker,
a trembling at the root of me
that says:
we are already feeling.

There is no stillness
that does not ripple.
No calm
that doesn’t carry the hum beneath it -
not peace,
but a kind of readiness.
Like lightning waiting just behind the skin.

I used to try to stop it.
To breathe it away.
To silence it
before it unraveled me in front of someone else.

But it only grew sharper in the hiding.
It only screamed louder
the more I tried to be soft.

Now,
I listen.

Not because I’m unafraid,
but because I’m done pretending
this isn’t me.

This intensity -
it isn’t a problem.
It’s a language.
One I’ve been speaking since before I had words.
Maybe even longer.
Maybe it was handed down,
a birthright carved from all the grief
my blood couldn’t name.

It leaves when it wants to.
Returns just as quickly.
There is no asking it to stay gone.
Only learning
not to run
when it comes back.

And so I live
with this current in me.
I build small shelters around it.
I move gently
but not away.

I say:
I hear you.
You don’t have to beg.

This is the name I gave the part of me that feels first and explains later. It’s not chaos - it’s a current, an inherited rhythm I’m learning not to silence. I wrote this for every time I was told to calm down when I was already trying my hardest to stay in the room. This isn’t a problem. It’s a language. And I’m done translating it away.

#autism #neurodivergent #intensity #emotional #regulation #stimming #embodiment #inherited #trauma #identity

Kamini Apr 21

Springtime

Soft breeze
Warm sun
Hungry skin
Bees hum
Heart throbs
Sap rises
Body softens
Flower opens
Spine tremors
Simply divine
This,
Spring Time.

#springtime #embodiment #nature #connection

Danielle Sep 2024

The embodiment

I was born from a storm
destructed from flesh to bone
beautifully perched in a cloak
in arbitrary, it was a dysmorphic view.

"How have I morphed into this?"

And all the skeletons in my closet seem like a myth hanging around in a locket, I gave you a thing where I put my little heart into it. I've gained in my drastic, obnoxious change.

#embodiment #change #love #heart #destruction #morph

Maude writes poems Jul 2020

Reunited

Hello my friend
I am glad you are here
We have much to discuss!
I have missed you
While you were away
Wandering.
It is hard to be
When the spirit is elsewhere

#spirit #embodiment #wholeness #wholistic

StarBloom Nov 2018

Take it all off, and See what you are made of.

Embodiment.
Its language. Listen.
It’s the dance of our devotion.
Open your emotion.
To honour this temple that houses the spirit of all madness,
wild women, roaring chaos.
As the feminine I release all guilt and shame...
Owning my sexuality. Owning my truth.
And taking back, the body as Mine.

I’m not here to be a pleaser in anyway, how utterly boring.
I take back my power, and I don’t only stand in my power,
but I Stomp the streets of chaos in defeat.. empowered..
i Soar the skies of the infinite eyes... empowered.

By the knowingness that I am free, in my body.

I will not allow, the media, the conditionings that are so stuck in their solidity, without any motion, their consciousness is stagnant and I say **** THAT.

Bring the sacred waters back,
and let the blood of bones wash over you..
as you remember the ancient essence of what is it to be Primitive,
free in the Body.

I’ll dance for you, Naked darling.
I hope you turn the lights on, and see yourself.
In remembrance. Visible.
Free in the Body.

I hope you Rip off the layers when you get angry or sad,
and let the healing of your body, make you deliciously Mad.
Scream, and remember it’s all a dream.

The sizzling fire within you is the source of illuminating,
this essence so bright will **** all your frights.
Simply burning the layers of illusions,
So you may meet yourself as the fractal of fusions

Take it all off,
And see what you are made of.

#embodiment #sensuality #divinity #delicious #wildwomen #chaos #freedom #yummy #truth #body

Charlie Gnarly May 2018

Bin

Sometimes I wish I really was a bin.
Trash could fill my surrounds, and in.
******* would be in my mind,
I sometimes I could hope,
that a coin
might land
inside
.

A graphically pleasing poem written about embodying my alter-ego transformation.

#bin #trash #alterego #graphics #embodiment #transformation #transform #coin #wishing #hopefulness

Gabriel burnS Jul 2017

Embodiment

in your eyes
the sky is twice as deep
and on your lips,
the sun, its hottest yet

#embodiment #sun #eyes #sky #lips