Poems About Diabetes Seeking Honest Critique
#diabetes
Sexyseaschelle
Poem Published
12th Oct 2023 5:52am
12th Oct 2023 5:52am
Monma
I used to think you were so mean.
We didn't get along at all.
I lived w different people and you told me many lies, how could u have done that when I was just a child?
I was daddy's girl.
You tried hard to turn us against him ,
But it just made me love him more.
And I hated you.
If not for dad I wouldn't be here taking care of you.. he showed me I had to find forgiveness. So I did.
I forgave but I never forgot.
Now your broken , lying in bed and my heart breaks for you .
Crazy how thats changed .
I once hated you , but loved...
We didn't get along at all.
I lived w different people and you told me many lies, how could u have done that when I was just a child?
I was daddy's girl.
You tried hard to turn us against him ,
But it just made me love him more.
And I hated you.
If not for dad I wouldn't be here taking care of you.. he showed me I had to find forgiveness. So I did.
I forgave but I never forgot.
Now your broken , lying in bed and my heart breaks for you .
Crazy how thats changed .
I once hated you , but loved...
#anxiety
#illness
#MentalHealth
#diabetes
#vulnerability
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copingwithwords__
Poem Published
3rd May 2023 10:27pm
3rd May 2023 10:27pm
low
hitting a low in class, swearing.
squinting at the board, staring.
digits, words blurring
my mind's shutting down
unable to focus,
uncontrollably shaking,
breathe!
don’t panic!
stay awake!
contribute to class!
never ending shouts
staringblurringshuttingdownbreathingspinning-
panic.
no end.
keep your head down until you run dry.
squinting at the board, staring.
digits, words blurring
my mind's shutting down
unable to focus,
uncontrollably shaking,
breathe!
don’t panic!
stay awake!
contribute to class!
never ending shouts
staringblurringshuttingdownbreathingspinning-
panic.
no end.
keep your head down until you run dry.
#loneliness
#school
#illness #diabetes
#illness #diabetes
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TimWombles
Poem Published
13th Jun 2021 6:38am
13th Jun 2021 6:38am
You Really Don't
You really don't want to be around us right now
My wife without her smokes
And me being a fat man who can't eat
I love her and she loves me
But you can't tell it
We're both at each others throats
We know what it is
And we get over it
But lets be honest
It's ugly
A friend came over today
"Why aren't you smiling? You're always smiling"
I put one of those fake smiles, and sipped my water
"I'll live longer," I remind myself
A thought comes to my mind
"If this is going to be my diet, do I want to?"
I ponder ...
My wife without her smokes
And me being a fat man who can't eat
I love her and she loves me
But you can't tell it
We're both at each others throats
We know what it is
And we get over it
But lets be honest
It's ugly
A friend came over today
"Why aren't you smiling? You're always smiling"
I put one of those fake smiles, and sipped my water
"I'll live longer," I remind myself
A thought comes to my mind
"If this is going to be my diet, do I want to?"
I ponder ...
#anxiety
#tobacco
#diabetes
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TimWombles
Poem Published
8th Jun 2021 3:04pm
8th Jun 2021 3:04pm
My Heaven Into My Hell
I'm a foodie
Always was
When I was young
That wasn't a problem
I played a lot of basketball
Tennis
Baseball
Then softball
Even played in a volleyball league
But as you get older
Things change
When I was young
I worked at a restaurant
I was a curb waiter
I would run to each car
Carrying a tray
At a sprint
A waitress there
Asked to watch me eat
Told me she had never seen
Anyone
Who enjoyed food as much
As I did
But
That was when I was young
When I was young
My...
Always was
When I was young
That wasn't a problem
I played a lot of basketball
Tennis
Baseball
Then softball
Even played in a volleyball league
But as you get older
Things change
When I was young
I worked at a restaurant
I was a curb waiter
I would run to each car
Carrying a tray
At a sprint
A waitress there
Asked to watch me eat
Told me she had never seen
Anyone
Who enjoyed food as much
As I did
But
That was when I was young
When I was young
My...
#diabetes
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2 Comments
SatInUGal
Kumar
Kumar
Poem Published
27th Apr 2021 6:38pm
27th Apr 2021 6:38pm
BALLOONS
It’s hard to reconcile some things you see in life
My kids get so excited by balloons
Though we have to watch out when they take them outside
I have seen leaves of harmless-looking grass POP them
I guess that’s while they’re called blades
And yet...
When I was a student in college
I walked by a stand of thistles
Pointy as needles
Who gently held a perfectly inflated balloon
In their thorny fingers
I think there is a lesson there
On this day you got your bloodwork back
My kids get so excited by balloons
Though we have to watch out when they take them outside
I have seen leaves of harmless-looking grass POP them
I guess that’s while they’re called blades
And yet...
When I was a student in college
I walked by a stand of thistles
Pointy as needles
Who gently held a perfectly inflated balloon
In their thorny fingers
I think there is a lesson there
On this day you got your bloodwork back
#wife
#illness
#LifeChangingMoment
#diabetes
#NaPoWriMo2021
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HadesRising
Poem Published
9th Mar 2021 00:09am
9th Mar 2021 00:09am
VOLATILE
Madness coalescing inside this sickened stain of mind
Can't find the time to fix the sick darkness that always finds
The seizures that drive me forward
I can feel it pulsing like a monster inside my veins
That drains with pain eating, fleeting, leading me to the grave
I can't stop the flame anymore
ADDICTED TO SELF DESTRUCTION
Relentlessly so tirelessly
I break every mirror I find
DESTROY ALL HOPE
So violently and balefully
Reckless in my downfall
VOLATILE, I WILL SELF DESTRUCT
I am a pitch perfect...
Can't find the time to fix the sick darkness that always finds
The seizures that drive me forward
I can feel it pulsing like a monster inside my veins
That drains with pain eating, fleeting, leading me to the grave
I can't stop the flame anymore
ADDICTED TO SELF DESTRUCTION
Relentlessly so tirelessly
I break every mirror I find
DESTROY ALL HOPE
So violently and balefully
Reckless in my downfall
VOLATILE, I WILL SELF DESTRUCT
I am a pitch perfect...
#dark
#illness
#diabetes
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HadesRising
Poem Published
2nd Aug 2019 3:29am
2nd Aug 2019 3:29am
DEATH MASQUE
I am the shroud behind a cloak of darkness
And the barrier between worlds is growing thin
The oxygen has gone toxic, I can’t breathe
Without my death masque in place with the reaper’s grin
you pale in comparison to my dismay
as i feed the ghosts of yesterday
in peace or war and hate or love
i am the bruise upon the silent grave
Because i want to be free of this curse
AND THE SHACKLES OF MY BLOOD
I succumb to the darkness that invades
BECAUSE I AM, i am, THE MASQUERADE
What I am hides behind a brittle wall of thorns...
And the barrier between worlds is growing thin
The oxygen has gone toxic, I can’t breathe
Without my death masque in place with the reaper’s grin
you pale in comparison to my dismay
as i feed the ghosts of yesterday
in peace or war and hate or love
i am the bruise upon the silent grave
Because i want to be free of this curse
AND THE SHACKLES OF MY BLOOD
I succumb to the darkness that invades
BECAUSE I AM, i am, THE MASQUERADE
What I am hides behind a brittle wall of thorns...
#dark
#LifeStruggles
#SelfReflection #diabetes
#SelfReflection #diabetes
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HadesRising
Poem Published
19th Jun 2019 2:57am
19th Jun 2019 2:57am
THROUGH DARKNESS AND FLAME
I’ve spent too goddamned long
While hearing the same fucking song
I know that deep inside I cant go on
Driving nails through my bones
I may sit for a spell
With nothing left for me to sell
The only way out is to crawl through Hell
Push against burning gales
Holding on by my fingertips
Broken and bleeding, I’m falling away
The skin on my hands start to rip
Shall I reach the end through darkness and flame?
I feel the coming end
A fucking corpse in the wind
Of all the places I’ve never been
Miss the...
While hearing the same fucking song
I know that deep inside I cant go on
Driving nails through my bones
I may sit for a spell
With nothing left for me to sell
The only way out is to crawl through Hell
Push against burning gales
Holding on by my fingertips
Broken and bleeding, I’m falling away
The skin on my hands start to rip
Shall I reach the end through darkness and flame?
I feel the coming end
A fucking corpse in the wind
Of all the places I’ve never been
Miss the...
#LifeStruggles
#suffering
#acceptance #diabetes
#acceptance #diabetes
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HadesRising
Poem Published
11th Feb 2019 5:59am
11th Feb 2019 5:59am
DESTROY ME COMPLETELY
My sweet mistress of self destruction
I love your wrath of vengeance so pure
Your sharp needles piercing me again
I am addicted, sadistic
When you destroy me completely
I cannot fight you
My demomness
Your homicide makes suicide
So beautiful
Even when the wolves
Howl at my door
You will poison me
So venomous
Your homicide makes deicide
So beautful
The devil won’t cry
When my world burns
Adorn my tomb with bouquets of thorns
And autograph my stone with tainted blood
Just leave me...
I love your wrath of vengeance so pure
Your sharp needles piercing me again
I am addicted, sadistic
When you destroy me completely
I cannot fight you
My demomness
Your homicide makes suicide
So beautiful
Even when the wolves
Howl at my door
You will poison me
So venomous
Your homicide makes deicide
So beautful
The devil won’t cry
When my world burns
Adorn my tomb with bouquets of thorns
And autograph my stone with tainted blood
Just leave me...
#despair
#temptation
#diabetes
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Olivia-H
Poem Published
13th Nov 2017 3:55am
13th Nov 2017 3:55am
INSULIN
Theme: Precamp Warm up. World Diabetes Day, Nov 14. Women and Diabetes: our right to a healthy future.
Diary filled with,
Test strips
Carb counts
Calorie graphs
Old reports
Appointments
Hotlines
Expenses of a Bills
This can be life, all about.
A contempt face,
With a sweetened blood
Scrolling a display to dial
Curiosity of hypo and hyper,
A big nightmare
Obesity in Gene
Sedentary chills,
Sympathetic rush,
Diabetes, by default.
Defective B-cell
OHA on trial ...
Diary filled with,
Test strips
Carb counts
Calorie graphs
Old reports
Appointments
Hotlines
Expenses of a Bills
This can be life, all about.
A contempt face,
With a sweetened blood
Scrolling a display to dial
Curiosity of hypo and hyper,
A big nightmare
Obesity in Gene
Sedentary chills,
Sympathetic rush,
Diabetes, by default.
Defective B-cell
OHA on trial ...
#diabetes
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Academic
Poem Published
25th Jan 2017 12:13pm
25th Jan 2017 12:13pm
Living with diabetes the silent but implacable killer
By Stanley Collymore
It’s depressingly cold, densely foggy and absolutely freezing and
my feet are literally killing me with pain and furthermore are
virtually driving me insane. Nothing to do with the weather
what’s going on actually, since like the rest of my body I
made quite sure before leaving home this morning that
they were properly taken care of and unquestionably
cosy and warm in the comfortable shoes that I’m
wearing. So what’s the problem then I hear you
questioning and why am I really complaining?
Quite relevant, I...
It’s depressingly cold, densely foggy and absolutely freezing and
my feet are literally killing me with pain and furthermore are
virtually driving me insane. Nothing to do with the weather
what’s going on actually, since like the rest of my body I
made quite sure before leaving home this morning that
they were properly taken care of and unquestionably
cosy and warm in the comfortable shoes that I’m
wearing. So what’s the problem then I hear you
questioning and why am I really complaining?
Quite relevant, I...
#diabetes
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0 Comments
Sandman68
Poem Published
15th Apr 2015 8:12am
15th Apr 2015 8:12am
The Pie Eater
Being a man of discerning tastes
I was always in favor of eating pie
In my long years so many tasted
and here and now I tell you why
When young I cared not how it came
so thankful for any given free
I ate but never had my fill
nor any a sight more dear to me
All night long I dreamed of pie
of all the varied ways they look
And tucked away my hidden stash
of pictures ripped out of a book
My friends, they all liked pie too
and many times we spoke of such
of how and where to get us some
of that desert we...
I was always in favor of eating pie
In my long years so many tasted
and here and now I tell you why
When young I cared not how it came
so thankful for any given free
I ate but never had my fill
nor any a sight more dear to me
All night long I dreamed of pie
of all the varied ways they look
And tucked away my hidden stash
of pictures ripped out of a book
My friends, they all liked pie too
and many times we spoke of such
of how and where to get us some
of that desert we...
#food
#aging
#diabetes #memories
#diabetes #memories
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