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.
CasketSharpe
Poem Published
21st Nov 2022 6:45pm
21st Nov 2022 6:45pm
Sick f**k
#porn
#illness
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Grace
Idryad
Idryad
Poem Published
20th Nov 2022 9:25pm
20th Nov 2022 9:25pm
Threadmill
Running
past people
hearing peals of laughter
past sunsets
rays pasted on tree tops
on asphalt roads
to meandering pathways
in dark forests
running past brooks
dry river beds
homes of unknown clans
on a secluded field
and I'm back
in my room
needing to get up
but with no strength
to fight the lethargy
thus I close my eyes
and run.
past people
hearing peals of laughter
past sunsets
rays pasted on tree tops
on asphalt roads
to meandering pathways
in dark forests
running past brooks
dry river beds
homes of unknown clans
on a secluded field
and I'm back
in my room
needing to get up
but with no strength
to fight the lethargy
thus I close my eyes
and run.
#loneliness
#illness
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Alviola
Poem Published
12th Nov 2022 11:37am
12th Nov 2022 11:37am
Come, Come, We are Too Old to Panic
The clankety-clank of the body
has become like a low rumble
of a running, untuned motor,
the metal-to-metal squeaking
is now a dull, negligible burr,
a hum we can choose to be deaf to.
It is no longer a dash to doctors
when there is blood or a baffling pinch,
quick prayers are paracetamol,
pluck and the bag of ice will suffice
we are too old to worry about health.
I am grateful that I can still choose
what to eat for breakfast (two boiled eggs),
that in the age I pop painkillers
like mints, these hands are...
has become like a low rumble
of a running, untuned motor,
the metal-to-metal squeaking
is now a dull, negligible burr,
a hum we can choose to be deaf to.
It is no longer a dash to doctors
when there is blood or a baffling pinch,
quick prayers are paracetamol,
pluck and the bag of ice will suffice
we are too old to worry about health.
I am grateful that I can still choose
what to eat for breakfast (two boiled eggs),
that in the age I pop painkillers
like mints, these hands are...
#motivational
#illness
#LifeCycle
#weakness
#vulnerability
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3 Comments
missjem56
Poem Published
8th Nov 2022 00:53am
8th Nov 2022 00:53am
Hopeless (7th Nov 2022)
After two phone calls today
In disarray
One to my own doctors
And the other to the surgery
That fitted my 7 day ECG Monitor
Two months ago
Neither yet, they both say so
Know the outcome
I was initially referred
Seems absurd
Four months ago
This has been hanging over me
Like a shroud
I asked, not loud
Was there any way
If not today
That this could be followed up
And as i supped, from my teacup
Both told me to phone the other
But neither had any solution
To this confusion
My surgery said ...
In disarray
One to my own doctors
And the other to the surgery
That fitted my 7 day ECG Monitor
Two months ago
Neither yet, they both say so
Know the outcome
I was initially referred
Seems absurd
Four months ago
This has been hanging over me
Like a shroud
I asked, not loud
Was there any way
If not today
That this could be followed up
And as i supped, from my teacup
Both told me to phone the other
But neither had any solution
To this confusion
My surgery said ...
#anxiety
#heartbroken
#illness
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2 Comments
BlueBeastGirl
Beasty
Beasty
Poem Published
4th Nov 2022 4:10am
4th Nov 2022 4:10am
Messing up
I messed up bad this time
A perfect storm honestly
Allium laced food and kale
Messed up my system
It's truly something awful
My head hurts; it's in a vice
The light is painfully bright
Had some blood work done
My blood is far too thick
Kale... Fuck who knew it?
That kale has insane k vitamin
The one thing that fuck the tinners
My body hurts so I sleep
I've missed so much time
How has it been just a week...
No energy... Drowning in physical pain
I'm so stupid... So fucking stupid
I should know...
A perfect storm honestly
Allium laced food and kale
Messed up my system
It's truly something awful
My head hurts; it's in a vice
The light is painfully bright
Had some blood work done
My blood is far too thick
Kale... Fuck who knew it?
That kale has insane k vitamin
The one thing that fuck the tinners
My body hurts so I sleep
I've missed so much time
How has it been just a week...
No energy... Drowning in physical pain
I'm so stupid... So fucking stupid
I should know...
#LifeStruggles
#drugs
#illness
#responsibility
#weakness
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7 Comments
BlueBeastGirl
Beasty
Beasty
Poem Published
3rd Nov 2022 00:10am
3rd Nov 2022 00:10am
Food f**kin Hates Me
Food... Hurts...
Everything has alliums in it
Bet you dont know what that is
The alliums that exists in your food
You'd be amazed by the things
You just dont notice when nothing hurts you
It's in every savory thing you put in your mouth
And yet you stand there and tell me it can't be
So you read the ingredients and your eyes twitches
As you grab and scan item after item
It's in everything, huh? Can't imagine how that feels
Now just fucking imagine if you were intolerant to it
That it makes you puke simply because
your body cant...
Everything has alliums in it
Bet you dont know what that is
The alliums that exists in your food
You'd be amazed by the things
You just dont notice when nothing hurts you
It's in every savory thing you put in your mouth
And yet you stand there and tell me it can't be
So you read the ingredients and your eyes twitches
As you grab and scan item after item
It's in everything, huh? Can't imagine how that feels
Now just fucking imagine if you were intolerant to it
That it makes you puke simply because
your body cant...
#food
#illness
#consumerism
#ignorance
#deception
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Her
Poem Published
25th Oct 2022 2:34am
25th Oct 2022 2:34am
Singin' the COVID Blues
Never felt like this
Like complete shit
All this hurt
Makin' me feel like dirt
Breathin' is hard
Can’t walk a yard
Want this over with now
Gotta breathe better somehow
Takin' an antiviral pill
Damn, I’m over the hill
Not young anymore
Can’t settle the score
With this fucking virus
Feel like hit by a bus
When this is over
And my temp is lower
Gonna mask up
Naysayers gotta shut up
Gonna protect myself
Myself I gotta help
Sittin' here all alone
In my own home
Just...
Like complete shit
All this hurt
Makin' me feel like dirt
Breathin' is hard
Can’t walk a yard
Want this over with now
Gotta breathe better somehow
Takin' an antiviral pill
Damn, I’m over the hill
Not young anymore
Can’t settle the score
With this fucking virus
Feel like hit by a bus
When this is over
And my temp is lower
Gonna mask up
Naysayers gotta shut up
Gonna protect myself
Myself I gotta help
Sittin' here all alone
In my own home
Just...
#sadness
#illness
#pandemic
80 reads
10 Comments
jmerrick73
Poem Published
19th Oct 2022 10:01pm
19th Oct 2022 10:01pm
Demented?
#illness
#nightmares
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Alviola
Poem Published
30th Sep 2022 6:35pm
30th Sep 2022 6:35pm
Spoons in Mid-air
I will not write of her thinning arms,
of the slowness of spoons, and I ride
every spoon, singing her mouth to open,
I will of her dancing, the jig that
she does when she preens with a dress
on days when aches stay longer in bed,
her fingers fumble inside her large bag
for pills, I see the breathing in her brows,
but she picks a smile from her bag to wear,
she has a cache of smiles in her bag,
fat and fleshy and shrieks at the scale
is the vogue I prefer to see on her,
Each spoon is a movie...
of the slowness of spoons, and I ride
every spoon, singing her mouth to open,
I will of her dancing, the jig that
she does when she preens with a dress
on days when aches stay longer in bed,
her fingers fumble inside her large bag
for pills, I see the breathing in her brows,
but she picks a smile from her bag to wear,
she has a cache of smiles in her bag,
fat and fleshy and shrieks at the scale
is the vogue I prefer to see on her,
Each spoon is a movie...
#anxiety
#love
#wife
#illness
#weakness
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UbiquitousVoid
Poem Published
28th Sep 2022 12:03pm
28th Sep 2022 12:03pm
DESICCATED
Heard the Siren singing
It echoes through the fen
Suddenly I'm swimming
Inside my head again
Save me, I'm helpless
Abandoned and breathless
The glaze over my eyes
It shrouds what I long to see
Are you still alive?
The years, they pass us by
I've died so many times
My past has become a dream
But the heart remains perpetual
It's the only thing that's real
And our fate remains eventual
No matter how we feel
Just come alive
Just tell a lie
Anything but nothing
Felt...
It echoes through the fen
Suddenly I'm swimming
Inside my head again
Save me, I'm helpless
Abandoned and breathless
The glaze over my eyes
It shrouds what I long to see
Are you still alive?
The years, they pass us by
I've died so many times
My past has become a dream
But the heart remains perpetual
It's the only thing that's real
And our fate remains eventual
No matter how we feel
Just come alive
Just tell a lie
Anything but nothing
Felt...
#depression
#illness
#MentalHealth
#PTSD
#despair
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13
Poem Published
27th Sep 2022 8:58am
27th Sep 2022 8:58am
The Battle of 10th September
There is a hell hidden within the sinews of the real world
comprised purely of physical suffering.
‘The greater the pleasure, the greater the pain’
Not sure how much merit I can give this statement.
The rise and fall of relief is merely a prologue for the main event.
The grueling torment, stretching seconds into minutes, minutes into hours.
An eternity of violent distress in one night.
Sometimes pain is all there is.
Unable to recall the start, the skirmish was already underway.
A quiet room, stabbed eerily with groans and wails ...
comprised purely of physical suffering.
‘The greater the pleasure, the greater the pain’
Not sure how much merit I can give this statement.
The rise and fall of relief is merely a prologue for the main event.
The grueling torment, stretching seconds into minutes, minutes into hours.
An eternity of violent distress in one night.
Sometimes pain is all there is.
Unable to recall the start, the skirmish was already underway.
A quiet room, stabbed eerily with groans and wails ...
#illness
#suffering
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13
Poem Published
19th Sep 2022 12:06pm
19th Sep 2022 12:06pm
DENV
It was like any autumn afternoon.
High humidity, bright sun. Life bustling as usual.
I was on my way to work when I began to feel the first signs of discomfort. An isolated chill; pins on my bones. A gentle touch was enough to rattle the shield. I couldn’t have known what was to follow. In the middle of my day, the chill had transformed into a full-blown fever. Rising heat. Spiking pain. Every step, a test of strength. It wasn’t my first rodeo so I persisted. Little did I know, that my journey back home was going to introduce me to a new circle of hell.
Crippling pain had...
High humidity, bright sun. Life bustling as usual.
I was on my way to work when I began to feel the first signs of discomfort. An isolated chill; pins on my bones. A gentle touch was enough to rattle the shield. I couldn’t have known what was to follow. In the middle of my day, the chill had transformed into a full-blown fever. Rising heat. Spiking pain. Every step, a test of strength. It wasn’t my first rodeo so I persisted. Little did I know, that my journey back home was going to introduce me to a new circle of hell.
Crippling pain had...
#rain
#memories
#illness
#suffering
#nightmares
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