Poems about Illness
#illness
Poems about illness, a collection of poetry dealing with physical illness, the affect on the sufferer and the lives of those close to them. Poems about illness includes poetry about cancer, life limiting injuries and terminal illnesses.
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
Yesterday 5:03pm
Yesterday 5:03pm
Chlordecone
Evermore beastly behavior
is baked into the beast at birth
from which we want a savior
whose sin wage restitution worth...
has set Scot free the evil deeds
which morphed our heaven to the hell
where avarice still further breeds
more fugly plastic shit to sell...
with carcinogens where we live
to taint all that we breathe and eat
and snare in the cellular sieve
of every type of creature meat...
proving that the savior we need
is one last techno wizard trick
that nulls the damage done by greed...
and...
is baked into the beast at birth
from which we want a savior
whose sin wage restitution worth...
has set Scot free the evil deeds
which morphed our heaven to the hell
where avarice still further breeds
more fugly plastic shit to sell...
with carcinogens where we live
to taint all that we breathe and eat
and snare in the cellular sieve
of every type of creature meat...
proving that the savior we need
is one last techno wizard trick
that nulls the damage done by greed...
and...
#cancer
#illness
#pollution
#technology
#vulnerability
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Mrd
Poem Published
27th Apr 2025 10:56pm
27th Apr 2025 10:56pm
Cognitive Test Connecting Dots
poet
ledge
deer
headlights
6 o'clock news
ledge
deer
headlights
6 o'clock news
#disability
#illness
#MentalHealth
#PTSD
#weakness
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Mrd
Poem Published
26th Apr 2025 3:30am
26th Apr 2025 3:30am
dreaming of mother
it did not happen that way
or I would have remembered it so
you were always so fond of the lie
which put toe into truth, cold truth,
and fashioned straw snowmen
which didn't exist
can you not rip that memory
from that cardboard covered thing
you recorded all those shall we say
delusions? No one wished to kill
you as you slept so why the mawkish dummies that you made
of clothing beneath the spread--they
would have fooled no one
as you sought trembling sleep ...
or I would have remembered it so
you were always so fond of the lie
which put toe into truth, cold truth,
and fashioned straw snowmen
which didn't exist
can you not rip that memory
from that cardboard covered thing
you recorded all those shall we say
delusions? No one wished to kill
you as you slept so why the mawkish dummies that you made
of clothing beneath the spread--they
would have fooled no one
as you sought trembling sleep ...
#addiction
#anxiety
#disability
#illness
#MentalHealth
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Mrd
Poem Published
26th Apr 2025 00:47am
26th Apr 2025 00:47am
Lost in Translation
Mr Yang on the other side
of the curtain speaks no English
but the nurses and aides still try
Do you know where you are, one asks, to which Mr Yang replies,
"$%#4&^^!" The nurse doubles down, slowly and loudly enough to drown out CNN (which I count as a blessing)
DOOO YOOOOUUUU KNOOOOW
WHERRRRE YOUUUU ARRREE???
to which I add beneath my breath, "In the grand scheme of things..."
@@@##@#$#$##$%<=, he says equally slowly, as loudly as his...
of the curtain speaks no English
but the nurses and aides still try
Do you know where you are, one asks, to which Mr Yang replies,
"$%#4&^^!" The nurse doubles down, slowly and loudly enough to drown out CNN (which I count as a blessing)
DOOO YOOOOUUUU KNOOOOW
WHERRRRE YOUUUU ARRREE???
to which I add beneath my breath, "In the grand scheme of things..."
@@@##@#$#$##$%<=, he says equally slowly, as loudly as his...
#disability
#illness
#MentalHealth
#PTSD
#vulnerability
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moony_
Poem Published
23rd Apr 2025 2:32am
23rd Apr 2025 2:32am
Decimated Bones
Skeleton like
With a soul so big
It is pushing my insides out
My kidneys popping out of my shins
Lungs vacuum sealed around my trachea
I cannot speak
Let alone breathe
Yet my heart still beats
Squeezed between my shoulder blades
A constant resuscitation
I never asked for
But am forced to
With a soul so big
It is pushing my insides out
My kidneys popping out of my shins
Lungs vacuum sealed around my trachea
I cannot speak
Let alone breathe
Yet my heart still beats
Squeezed between my shoulder blades
A constant resuscitation
I never asked for
But am forced to
#food
#illness
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Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
22nd Apr 2025 00:56am
22nd Apr 2025 00:56am
17th Century Europe
Let me help you
Pain is all you have to endure
Let me cut you
Before the poison makes you turn
Your skin and flesh your blood and bone
Your heart your mind your soul will be torn
Rotten and forgotten before buried in the soil
When the torment stops you‘ll return to home
Those black stains you see
Are formed from the soul of thee
You are rotten to the core
I could try and help once more
But my doubt is too great
And I don't fear nor hate
Do not lie to me
Unlike you I can see
Do not beg of me ...
Pain is all you have to endure
Let me cut you
Before the poison makes you turn
Your skin and flesh your blood and bone
Your heart your mind your soul will be torn
Rotten and forgotten before buried in the soil
When the torment stops you‘ll return to home
Those black stains you see
Are formed from the soul of thee
You are rotten to the core
I could try and help once more
But my doubt is too great
And I don't fear nor hate
Do not lie to me
Unlike you I can see
Do not beg of me ...
#death
#historical
#illness #nonfiction
#illness #nonfiction
102 reads
10 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
21st Apr 2025 12:38pm
21st Apr 2025 12:38pm
Two Lovers
#dark
#death
#illness
#sex
#war
107 reads
2 Comments
Baldwin
Poem Published
18th Apr 2025 5:18pm
18th Apr 2025 5:18pm
stroke
I’m angry at my brain
for it allowed the blockages
that rearranged
the agile functionings
of my left side’s
arm and leg
and made me now an invalid.
I’m angry at its hard delay
in summoning repair
in me towards any of the fluid grace
that once and not so long ago
my old sinestered limbs
possessed.
I’m angry at my body, too,
for its acceptance of the lightning bolt
that shot from areas inside my skull
and damaged it
and made my foot and hand
so leadened, dull.
My patience for...
for it allowed the blockages
that rearranged
the agile functionings
of my left side’s
arm and leg
and made me now an invalid.
I’m angry at its hard delay
in summoning repair
in me towards any of the fluid grace
that once and not so long ago
my old sinestered limbs
possessed.
I’m angry at my body, too,
for its acceptance of the lightning bolt
that shot from areas inside my skull
and damaged it
and made my foot and hand
so leadened, dull.
My patience for...
#illness
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2 Comments
Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
17th Apr 2025 10:35pm
17th Apr 2025 10:35pm
hospital days #2 random thoughts
1. Why do all the triage nurses
have red hair?
2. It took 4 people to hold
my kiddo down just so
they could get blood
into 3 tiny vials
3. Do all canteen coffees
taste like dirt?
4. Trapping an ADHD child
in a small room with a tired parent
while the kiddo gets
their energy back
is a unique kind of hell
5. I haven't showered in 3 days
and my scalp itches
6. Is it possible to get
RSI from playing Minecraft?
7. I let my kid press
all the non-essential...
have red hair?
2. It took 4 people to hold
my kiddo down just so
they could get blood
into 3 tiny vials
3. Do all canteen coffees
taste like dirt?
4. Trapping an ADHD child
in a small room with a tired parent
while the kiddo gets
their energy back
is a unique kind of hell
5. I haven't showered in 3 days
and my scalp itches
6. Is it possible to get
RSI from playing Minecraft?
7. I let my kid press
all the non-essential...
#illness
#LifeStruggles
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7 Comments
Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
17th Apr 2025 8:24am
17th Apr 2025 8:24am
hospital days #1
Autumn came
while I was in
a temperature controlled
hospital room
with my son
I sit outside
in the cool breeze
in the wrong clothes
and drink a coffee in silence
out here there is no
beeping machines
no children crying
no sleep deprived
stressed out parents
somewhere between
the edge of tears
and ripping the universe in half
My son is sick
but so far no one can tell
us how or why
and we've been working
our way down a list
we call the process
of...
while I was in
a temperature controlled
hospital room
with my son
I sit outside
in the cool breeze
in the wrong clothes
and drink a coffee in silence
out here there is no
beeping machines
no children crying
no sleep deprived
stressed out parents
somewhere between
the edge of tears
and ripping the universe in half
My son is sick
but so far no one can tell
us how or why
and we've been working
our way down a list
we call the process
of...
#anger
#illness
#relationships
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2 Comments
Cyndi_Moone
Poem Published
15th Apr 2025 8:58pm
15th Apr 2025 8:58pm
EL DOLORCITO
Tengo un dolorcito
Entre medio de los dos huesitos
Del vertabrae celebral
Que ya no me deja ni celebrar
Sino admitirme al hospital general.
El dolorcito
Entre los dos huesitos
Tiene un pulsar del corazoncito
Que me late al ratito
Como revoltillo de un batido
Hasta llegar a molestar mi pobre brazito.
De vez en cuando me es de fastidio
Aunque se rian la gente como basilo
Pero necesito un medico y no asilo
Para que investiguen la causa del dolorcito
Centrado en el huequito
Entre medio de...
Entre medio de los dos huesitos
Del vertabrae celebral
Que ya no me deja ni celebrar
Sino admitirme al hospital general.
El dolorcito
Entre los dos huesitos
Tiene un pulsar del corazoncito
Que me late al ratito
Como revoltillo de un batido
Hasta llegar a molestar mi pobre brazito.
De vez en cuando me es de fastidio
Aunque se rian la gente como basilo
Pero necesito un medico y no asilo
Para que investiguen la causa del dolorcito
Centrado en el huequito
Entre medio de...
#disability
#illness
#MentalHealth #weakness
#MentalHealth #weakness
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Baldwin
Poem Published
14th Apr 2025 1:39pm
14th Apr 2025 1:39pm
aftermath
Can you see the grief that’s lined along
my brow, displayed within my eyes,
and seeks relief
like mournful penitent petitioners at prayer?
Awakening from sleep to see how much
at night I may have changed in my recovery
– if whether
any virtued nimbleness has threaded through
my leadened leg and arm,
and in the fingers of my stricken hand --
is now a constant in the rough beginnings of my current days.
Impatience nags me constantly.
my brow, displayed within my eyes,
and seeks relief
like mournful penitent petitioners at prayer?
Awakening from sleep to see how much
at night I may have changed in my recovery
– if whether
any virtued nimbleness has threaded through
my leadened leg and arm,
and in the fingers of my stricken hand --
is now a constant in the rough beginnings of my current days.
Impatience nags me constantly.
#illness
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