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.
PAR
Poem Published
9th Mar 2025 3:00pm
9th Mar 2025 3:00pm
Presumed hunger
Premeditated situations
and pre-cooked annihilations.
Preheated eliminations,
precepts, losses, predators,
nothing changes the colors of poverty.
Chameleons are the rich ones
and they change, change color
and change again to a color they don't have.
The rich eat poverty for breakfast
so let's change directions,
change emotions,
and let's eat the rich
even though the rich are poor
in nutrients and proteins.
Since they have many colors,
we will eat them with our eyes
and season them...
and pre-cooked annihilations.
Preheated eliminations,
precepts, losses, predators,
nothing changes the colors of poverty.
Chameleons are the rich ones
and they change, change color
and change again to a color they don't have.
The rich eat poverty for breakfast
so let's change directions,
change emotions,
and let's eat the rich
even though the rich are poor
in nutrients and proteins.
Since they have many colors,
we will eat them with our eyes
and season them...
#corruption
#death
#greed
#illness
#poverty
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backdeckbenny
Poem Published
3rd Mar 2025 10:14pm
3rd Mar 2025 10:14pm
Love each other or die.
I've been 'sick as a dog' the past 24 hours.
Fever,muscle and joint pain,fatigue,headache and upset stomach.
I never asked to get ill.
I didn't encourage it in any way either.
It just arrived to remind me of how fragile we all bloody are.
My illness will almost certainly pass within a few days but what about the poor bastards that suffer every single day.
They are the heroes of this world and I love every one of them.
Imagine being 'crook' and realising that's how it will always be.
Not sure I could do it.
Fever,muscle and joint pain,fatigue,headache and upset stomach.
I never asked to get ill.
I didn't encourage it in any way either.
It just arrived to remind me of how fragile we all bloody are.
My illness will almost certainly pass within a few days but what about the poor bastards that suffer every single day.
They are the heroes of this world and I love every one of them.
Imagine being 'crook' and realising that's how it will always be.
Not sure I could do it.
#illness
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Northern_Soul
Poem Published
2nd Mar 2025 11:20am
2nd Mar 2025 11:20am
Dear Indestructible
undo the idea
that we must be fixed
to live the days we deserve,
that breathing requires bandages
as we suck down lungfuls of hope
into our last remaining fuck
healing was never the journey,
existing was
it was listening
to the blunt struck chords
of your nervous system
to hear distorted music
as you shuffled to the sound
it was the dawn silence
as you placed one shuddering foot
in-front of another, out of alignment
longing for the earthly warmth
of a prayer-soaked sun
...
that we must be fixed
to live the days we deserve,
that breathing requires bandages
as we suck down lungfuls of hope
into our last remaining fuck
healing was never the journey,
existing was
it was listening
to the blunt struck chords
of your nervous system
to hear distorted music
as you shuffled to the sound
it was the dawn silence
as you placed one shuddering foot
in-front of another, out of alignment
longing for the earthly warmth
of a prayer-soaked sun
...
#disability
#healing
#illness #SelfWorth
#illness #SelfWorth
100 reads
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Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
2nd Mar 2025 3:52am
2nd Mar 2025 3:52am
Dear Creator, we need to talk
Five days of constant pain
five days or wanting to break
the forth wall of reality
and talk to whoever thought
creating nerve endings
was a good idea
My body betrays me
I take meds for nausea
I take meds for pain
I sleep too much
and don't eat enough
five days of counting down
some unknown number
like there is a known solution
at the end of infinity
No one tells you
how time slows down
becomes infinity
with ad breaks
where maybe I can get up
go for a walk ...
five days or wanting to break
the forth wall of reality
and talk to whoever thought
creating nerve endings
was a good idea
My body betrays me
I take meds for nausea
I take meds for pain
I sleep too much
and don't eat enough
five days of counting down
some unknown number
like there is a known solution
at the end of infinity
No one tells you
how time slows down
becomes infinity
with ad breaks
where maybe I can get up
go for a walk ...
#disability
#illness
#LifeStruggles
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Her
Poem Published
16th Feb 2025 1:10am
16th Feb 2025 1:10am
Untouched
I wonder who will notify my family
When I’ve passed
Who will tell the world
That I’m gone
Will my words be enough
To show how much I fought
What I’ve overcome
Will my voice be forgotten
Will my pages fade
Become Meaningless
Untouched
When I’ve passed
Who will tell the world
That I’m gone
Will my words be enough
To show how much I fought
What I’ve overcome
Will my voice be forgotten
Will my pages fade
Become Meaningless
Untouched
#illness
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Sappho
Poem Published
15th Feb 2025 3:04pm
15th Feb 2025 3:04pm
Big Black Bird
Madness
Humming, an old woman rocks herself
A man repeats a word again and again
Two older women are fighting for a doll
Somewhere a. radio is blaring loud
Another ordinary day begins as usual
And I am part of this community of fate
My new home is a caring home
Defect entity
A thinking mind and a loving heart
Locked in a frail disabled body
One of God"s abandoned children
Superfluous and useless for society
Mercíless sorted out and deported
A deeply desperate fallen angel
With unsuitable disheveled wings ...
Humming, an old woman rocks herself
A man repeats a word again and again
Two older women are fighting for a doll
Somewhere a. radio is blaring loud
Another ordinary day begins as usual
And I am part of this community of fate
My new home is a caring home
Defect entity
A thinking mind and a loving heart
Locked in a frail disabled body
One of God"s abandoned children
Superfluous and useless for society
Mercíless sorted out and deported
A deeply desperate fallen angel
With unsuitable disheveled wings ...
#disability
#illness
#vulnerability
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11 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
13th Feb 2025 1:21pm
13th Feb 2025 1:21pm
Hypertrichosis and cola
Phimosis,
cirrhosis or
osteoporosis,
however,
a nevermoredyingosis
is the main disease.
Bursitis,
sinusitis or
rhinitis,
just like that,
the completestupidititis
is the endemic disease.
cirrhosis or
osteoporosis,
however,
a nevermoredyingosis
is the main disease.
Bursitis,
sinusitis or
rhinitis,
just like that,
the completestupidititis
is the endemic disease.
#humankind
#illness
#LifeStruggles
#MentalHealth
#politics
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Her
Poem Published
13th Feb 2025 6:28am
13th Feb 2025 6:28am
Destroyed
PHOTO TRIGGER WARNING
Because you chose to ignore
Words written in bold
And do your own thing
You made my breasts unbearable
Unbeautiful
(I’m entitled to make up a word here)
Unwearable
Unimaginably painful
Just all together un
This surgery was to
Help me with pain
You should be ashamed of yourself
Because you chose to ignore
Words written in bold
And do your own thing
You made my breasts unbearable
Unbeautiful
(I’m entitled to make up a word here)
Unwearable
Unimaginably painful
Just all together un
This surgery was to
Help me with pain
You should be ashamed of yourself
#anger
#despair
#fear #illness
#fear #illness
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Northern_Soul
Poem Published
4th Feb 2025 00:17am
4th Feb 2025 00:17am
I choose my nightmares wisely
the doctor writes me a script
for one of the few drugs I’m not on
and I need them to stop this—
the silver shivers
the waves of nausea that journey
volatile seas in inadequate rafts
sometimes I wonder if life
would be different without pills
as I take stock of my body
how I lay at a 45 degree angle
feeling as if the bed is a millstone
nightly grinding away parts
of my life and my spine
how the atrophy in my muscles
is setting in, and I feel it every time
I...
for one of the few drugs I’m not on
and I need them to stop this—
the silver shivers
the waves of nausea that journey
volatile seas in inadequate rafts
sometimes I wonder if life
would be different without pills
as I take stock of my body
how I lay at a 45 degree angle
feeling as if the bed is a millstone
nightly grinding away parts
of my life and my spine
how the atrophy in my muscles
is setting in, and I feel it every time
I...
#illness
#nightmares
#SelfReflection #StreamOfConsciousness
#SelfReflection #StreamOfConsciousness
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missjem56
Poem Published
2nd Feb 2025 3:37pm
2nd Feb 2025 3:37pm
Not Dead Yet!
Today, on the last day of January, about 15 minutes ago
I felt my heart begin to slow
After palpitations, and much sweat
And lots of retching, but not finished yet
Taken aspirin, and bisoprolol heart meds
Asi sit here upon my (death) bed
Ever aware of my mortal coil
Awaiting my time beneath the soil
Had the same, only worse
Was my christmay day morning curse
I hope can understand, and clearly see
Why i didn't want to spend 'This' day at A&E
So i took my chances, and stayed in my flat
Then fell asleep, where...
I felt my heart begin to slow
After palpitations, and much sweat
And lots of retching, but not finished yet
Taken aspirin, and bisoprolol heart meds
Asi sit here upon my (death) bed
Ever aware of my mortal coil
Awaiting my time beneath the soil
Had the same, only worse
Was my christmay day morning curse
I hope can understand, and clearly see
Why i didn't want to spend 'This' day at A&E
So i took my chances, and stayed in my flat
Then fell asleep, where...
#illness
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeStruggles #philosophical
#LifeStruggles #philosophical
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Her
Poem Published
29th Jan 2025 10:58pm
29th Jan 2025 10:58pm
This is Me
This is me, Louise
For those who knew me
Call me Missy
Remember me
In conversations and smiles
Remember me in memories
Make ‘em funny
Cat momma
Osie and Salem, my joy
After my cat babies…
Cigarettes and casinos
Classic rock and roll
Wheel of Fortune
Kohl’s, Aldi’s and The Dollar Store
Those were my jams
Lalalalalalalala
I can’t hear you
Those head phones weren’t just for my music
I didn’t need to hear your...
For those who knew me
Call me Missy
Remember me
In conversations and smiles
Remember me in memories
Make ‘em funny
Cat momma
Osie and Salem, my joy
After my cat babies…
Cigarettes and casinos
Classic rock and roll
Wheel of Fortune
Kohl’s, Aldi’s and The Dollar Store
Those were my jams
Lalalalalalalala
I can’t hear you
Those head phones weren’t just for my music
I didn’t need to hear your...
#death
#friendship
#illness
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17 Comments
missjem56
Poem Published
27th Jan 2025 12:02pm
27th Jan 2025 12:02pm
A Royal Thrown!
Yesterday
My derriere
Became
My dire rear!
I sat upon
No stools
Just my throne
As my insides
Abdicated
No longer stone
by Jemia
My derriere
Became
My dire rear!
I sat upon
No stools
Just my throne
As my insides
Abdicated
No longer stone
by Jemia
#illness
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeStruggles
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