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.
Orc_Pirate_68
Poem Published
Yesterday 8:04pm
Yesterday 8:04pm
The Soothsayer's Prophecy
..Eyes closed, hands on the crystal ball, the soothsayer spoke thus:
O, hark! O, woe!
Those voices from long ago,
That do wail and do weep
From deep within yon sepulcher, in their eternal sleep,
Hath awoke this daye,
To warn thou of the horrors to passe this daye!
For when Luna blocks out Sol's lyght,
In the brief moments between shadows, wythowt lyght,
Will arrive, broughte upon his horse, a knight,
And although ironclad, will not bring good fortune,
He, all alone and without his legion
Will bring a blight to the region!
A...
O, hark! O, woe!
Those voices from long ago,
That do wail and do weep
From deep within yon sepulcher, in their eternal sleep,
Hath awoke this daye,
To warn thou of the horrors to passe this daye!
For when Luna blocks out Sol's lyght,
In the brief moments between shadows, wythowt lyght,
Will arrive, broughte upon his horse, a knight,
And although ironclad, will not bring good fortune,
He, all alone and without his legion
Will bring a blight to the region!
A...
#war
#fiction
#illness #wisdom
#illness #wisdom
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Taurek
Poem Published
Yesterday 3:07am
Yesterday 3:07am
Charisma Always Wins
We’re all living at the
Whims of the Gods:
New diseases, CDC,
Epidemics, and raw
Vegetables
I’m going to the
Closing of a downtown
LA bar on Saturday
And I really think I
Might get
Laid
😅😂🤣
It’s not the same, but
It’s getting pretty
Fucking close
Keep the conversation
Going for a bag
Of coke
I’m a true poet
Now
Because it’s all
Non sequiturs from
Here on
Out
Whims of the Gods:
New diseases, CDC,
Epidemics, and raw
Vegetables
I’m going to the
Closing of a downtown
LA bar on Saturday
And I really think I
Might get
Laid
😅😂🤣
It’s not the same, but
It’s getting pretty
Fucking close
Keep the conversation
Going for a bag
Of coke
I’m a true poet
Now
Because it’s all
Non sequiturs from
Here on
Out
#sex
#God
#alcohol
#drugs
#illness
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dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
25th Jan 2020 7:40pm
25th Jan 2020 7:40pm
iatrogenic treatment of dyspepsia, hypochondria & other informal dis'eases
all the pilly-willys in the world
can't
cure my love for you",
was blastin'out'o
the juke'machine while
Wally and Wanda danced the night away'.........
"Trippin' the light fantastic" it was often called
in another world other than
other than this
other than this one, (world, that is).
But wee ought not to split hairs on this, if for no reason other'n
the sake of the children, (dead...
can't
cure my love for you",
was blastin'out'o
the juke'machine while
Wally and Wanda danced the night away'.........
"Trippin' the light fantastic" it was often called
in another world other than
other than this
other than this one, (world, that is).
But wee ought not to split hairs on this, if for no reason other'n
the sake of the children, (dead...
#death
#drugs
#illness
#MentalHealth
#disability
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2 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
25th Jan 2020 1:37am
25th Jan 2020 1:37am
the old water pump
the cholera pump still remains
in the heart of the city, for people
to see how easily death haunts
these streets ..
in the heart of the city, for people
to see how easily death haunts
these streets ..
#illness
22 reads
3 Comments
SatInUGal
Kumar
Kumar
Poem Published
24th Jan 2020 5:11am
24th Jan 2020 5:11am
CALLED IN SICK THIS MORNING...
..going back to work this afternoon.
Sometimes I think we are all sick,
all of the time,
and we just learn
to live with it.
Sometimes I think we are all sick,
all of the time,
and we just learn
to live with it.
#illness
20 reads
2 Comments
jigg82
Poem Published
21st Jan 2020 9:20pm
21st Jan 2020 9:20pm
Migraine
To a higher power I beg of you.
Please make it stop.
Please make it stop.
#illness
40 reads
7 Comments
Vamps
Poem Published
18th Jan 2020 11:09pm
18th Jan 2020 11:09pm
She
She wore her heart
For all to see
Like an ever
Blooming
Wild flower
Her delicate petals
Flushed with a
Vivid and lively
Pallet
Her beauty
Created by the
Gods
A free soul
Bound only by
Her spirits imagination
An ever elusive limit
Infecting each and
Every person
That had the fortune
To witness her
With glowing
Affection
She was everything and
Everyone
The most sacred parts
Of all human spirit ...
For all to see
Like an ever
Blooming
Wild flower
Her delicate petals
Flushed with a
Vivid and lively
Pallet
Her beauty
Created by the
Gods
A free soul
Bound only by
Her spirits imagination
An ever elusive limit
Infecting each and
Every person
That had the fortune
To witness her
With glowing
Affection
She was everything and
Everyone
The most sacred parts
Of all human spirit ...
#anxiety
#depression
#teens
#illness
#MentalHealth
66 reads
6 Comments
faithmairee
Poem Published
17th Jan 2020 9:52am
17th Jan 2020 9:52am
sometimes
it makes it difficult
to love you when you
withhold things from me
like you are keeping
secrets and things
sometimes
it is sad to see
you trying so hard
to be somebody because
we're all somebody
trying to be our best me
sometimes
we used to have such fun
you could make me
laugh till i had tears
filling my eyes
i understand you be ill now
sometimes
so many sad memories
floating in my mind
like how you stayed
out all night and
i woke up with an empty
space beside...
to love you when you
withhold things from me
like you are keeping
secrets and things
sometimes
it is sad to see
you trying so hard
to be somebody because
we're all somebody
trying to be our best me
sometimes
we used to have such fun
you could make me
laugh till i had tears
filling my eyes
i understand you be ill now
sometimes
so many sad memories
floating in my mind
like how you stayed
out all night and
i woke up with an empty
space beside...
#sadness
#heartbroken
#illness
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Erotic_Goddess
Poem Published
15th Jan 2020 8:53pm
15th Jan 2020 8:53pm
I'm Sure Of One Thing
I'm sure of one thing…
she boils if confronted
defensive of her ways.
Justifies the trash bin
cradles her enabler in her arms.
When?...
When do the vices alter,
When do they bring her warmth?
Wee one full of innocence,
Only wants her mom.
How does flesh and blood rein lighter
then swaying back and forth…?
How does she walk away from roses
To lay upon the thorns?
I'm sure of one thing….
She's nothing that she could have been
But merely ghost and bones.
They say the devil's evil… ...
she boils if confronted
defensive of her ways.
Justifies the trash bin
cradles her enabler in her arms.
When?...
When do the vices alter,
When do they bring her warmth?
Wee one full of innocence,
Only wants her mom.
How does flesh and blood rein lighter
then swaying back and forth…?
How does she walk away from roses
To lay upon the thorns?
I'm sure of one thing….
She's nothing that she could have been
But merely ghost and bones.
They say the devil's evil… ...
#dark
#SelfHarm
#addiction #illness
#addiction #illness
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2 Comments
Kaylor1967
Ruben
Ruben
Poem Published
14th Jan 2020 4:47pm
14th Jan 2020 4:47pm
Another cheerful day (The beauty of decay)
On this day.
Journey through.
Mind whirling.
Abstract thought.
Tripping.... reaching stars.
Skydiving in serenity.
Unaware of a decent.
The long fall back down to earth.
Seeing future events.
Achingly beautiful.
Wide eyed ready for coming calamity.
Closing oneself inside the overcoat of sadness.
Bitterness rises to catch the breath.
Moments lost in the ice of its loneliness.
Slipping from this realm.
The grip of illness pulling.
Blackness spreading contaminating.
Heart beats slowing.
Damage occurs...
Journey through.
Mind whirling.
Abstract thought.
Tripping.... reaching stars.
Skydiving in serenity.
Unaware of a decent.
The long fall back down to earth.
Seeing future events.
Achingly beautiful.
Wide eyed ready for coming calamity.
Closing oneself inside the overcoat of sadness.
Bitterness rises to catch the breath.
Moments lost in the ice of its loneliness.
Slipping from this realm.
The grip of illness pulling.
Blackness spreading contaminating.
Heart beats slowing.
Damage occurs...
#dark
#illness
#despair #suffering
#despair #suffering
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buddhakitty
Poem Published
9th Jan 2020 8:17pm
9th Jan 2020 8:17pm
on the death of an old woman
there are no apples
left on the trees
the sun taste of bitter
almonds on my skin
the countenance of grace
is a broken kaleidoscope
bridges crumple under the
weight of grief
the skies are dreamless
with winter
the laughter of children
loses innocence
and the words, "love
you."
those sweet, genuine
words
will have no permanence
in the mouth
of death
left on the trees
the sun taste of bitter
almonds on my skin
the countenance of grace
is a broken kaleidoscope
bridges crumple under the
weight of grief
the skies are dreamless
with winter
the laughter of children
loses innocence
and the words, "love
you."
those sweet, genuine
words
will have no permanence
in the mouth
of death
#death
#fate
#illness
#aging
#nostalgia
39 reads
8 Comments
Taurek
Poem Published
8th Jan 2020 4:17am
8th Jan 2020 4:17am
Traître
Art will always just
Be the icing on
The cake, the
Stuff you really
Want
Like candy and
Cake and double
Cheeseburgers or
Another bourbon,
Line of coke, and a
Cigarette
Ah, fuck it, I only
Believe in the here
And now so fuck all
These clogged
Arteries and
Diabetic
Shocks
Do you know the
Difference between
Cunning and
Intelligence?
No, I know you
Don’t because
You sold out
Your own
Species
Cuenca ...
Be the icing on
The cake, the
Stuff you really
Want
Like candy and
Cake and double
Cheeseburgers or
Another bourbon,
Line of coke, and a
Cigarette
Ah, fuck it, I only
Believe in the here
And now so fuck all
These clogged
Arteries and
Diabetic
Shocks
Do you know the
Difference between
Cunning and
Intelligence?
No, I know you
Don’t because
You sold out
Your own
Species
Cuenca ...
#spiritual
#drugs
#food
#illness
#art
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