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.
CosiestPrism273
Poem Published
Today 12:35pm
Today 12:35pm
Setback
I am having issues again and I was just trying to find my way back into it. I don't know if I will post much. Hopefully, I can get better so I can enjoy the site again. Thanks for all those who read my stuff and the ones I follow. I don't have anything to say but I hope you keep writing and I hope that soon, it will be over.
#illness
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cloventongue89
Poem Published
Today 3:19am
Today 3:19am
31
Stuck inside a question
And an answer you can't give
Which words do we use
To come to terms with this
I see you lying there
You smile
But are you lost inside
Imprisoned in yourself
Language barriers
Your heart speaks beyond words
Open your eyes
I'll listen to what you're trying to say
The light interprets
Both their joy and their sorrow
Waiting for you to return
Will I see you tomorrow?
Or is hope a tomorrow that never comes
As we're left longing for a miracle
Yet failing to see
Death is as...
And an answer you can't give
Which words do we use
To come to terms with this
I see you lying there
You smile
But are you lost inside
Imprisoned in yourself
Language barriers
Your heart speaks beyond words
Open your eyes
I'll listen to what you're trying to say
The light interprets
Both their joy and their sorrow
Waiting for you to return
Will I see you tomorrow?
Or is hope a tomorrow that never comes
As we're left longing for a miracle
Yet failing to see
Death is as...
#mother
#death
#birthday
#illness
#cancer
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jmerrick73
Poem Published
Yesterday 9:49am
Yesterday 9:49am
Dread
I dread leaving work headed for home.
Someone's there waiting for me.
Once there I'll continue to feel alone.
Fights with the wife are part of the daily routine.
Most of the time I don't remember the cause, it's like a very bad dream.
I think, No i pray for my demise.
My lord my God, i beg of you to permanently to shut my eyes.
Lead me far away from this hardship.
Believe me when I say this, if i could I'd slit my wrist.
Instead I bite my lips,bide my time.
Then i seek out a bottle of tylenol pm.
Pop this shit.
1,2,3,4,5,6 ...
Someone's there waiting for me.
Once there I'll continue to feel alone.
Fights with the wife are part of the daily routine.
Most of the time I don't remember the cause, it's like a very bad dream.
I think, No i pray for my demise.
My lord my God, i beg of you to permanently to shut my eyes.
Lead me far away from this hardship.
Believe me when I say this, if i could I'd slit my wrist.
Instead I bite my lips,bide my time.
Then i seek out a bottle of tylenol pm.
Pop this shit.
1,2,3,4,5,6 ...
#abuse
#illness
#suffering
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Eerie
Poem Published
20th May 2020 11:46pm
20th May 2020 11:46pm
I Will Not Go Quietly to My Death
Moments are now
defined by a
magician waving a wand
of clandestine
magic; alakazam!
little white
rabbits are turned
to fear.
If your hands will not
touch me,
I will acquiesce. Your form
drawn in, shriveled
and drying- do
you grieve
our absence?
I am not a weepy,
bleeding heart, nor have
I cared so much to feel
yours beating
against my chest; but…
the monotony of day
after day after
day of deliberate
isolation changes
one’s soul.
A sudden,...
defined by a
magician waving a wand
of clandestine
magic; alakazam!
little white
rabbits are turned
to fear.
If your hands will not
touch me,
I will acquiesce. Your form
drawn in, shriveled
and drying- do
you grieve
our absence?
I am not a weepy,
bleeding heart, nor have
I cared so much to feel
yours beating
against my chest; but…
the monotony of day
after day after
day of deliberate
isolation changes
one’s soul.
A sudden,...
#TruthOfLife
#illness
#determination #pandemic
#determination #pandemic
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26 Comments
Razzerleaf
Poem Published
18th May 2020 10:16pm
18th May 2020 10:16pm
Pain
Your bare feet slap milk white
on cold tiled corridors.
The hands I hold
push a metal grey pole
of suspended saline,
its casters grumble
against your grimace.
Too small for scars,
for all the bandages
and bruising,
I see your perfect
mouth, it offers me
a false smile and widens
as your stride steps braver.
Slow down my child,
our army needs rest,
the battle will wait
to be fought.
The hospital walls will hold
for one more night.
on cold tiled corridors.
The hands I hold
push a metal grey pole
of suspended saline,
its casters grumble
against your grimace.
Too small for scars,
for all the bandages
and bruising,
I see your perfect
mouth, it offers me
a false smile and widens
as your stride steps braver.
Slow down my child,
our army needs rest,
the battle will wait
to be fought.
The hospital walls will hold
for one more night.
#illness
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Gahddess_Worship
Poem Published
18th May 2020 8:07pm
18th May 2020 8:07pm
Inhospitable Ordeal
Asleep with life’s love
eighty-seven-year cocoon
sounds warning bells of distress
snatched from safe bed-womb
into ambulance shoved
not yet scheduled for metamorphosis
Isolated from genuine affection
wearing only under garments
esteemed a new body for inspection
no sentient being but assignment
testing leads to pneumonia diagnosis
In foreign bed amid pool of masked strangers
lucid but confused too shy his needs to convey
Intimate voices comfort by too infrequent phone calls
true loves sole conduit to assuage...
eighty-seven-year cocoon
sounds warning bells of distress
snatched from safe bed-womb
into ambulance shoved
not yet scheduled for metamorphosis
Isolated from genuine affection
wearing only under garments
esteemed a new body for inspection
no sentient being but assignment
testing leads to pneumonia diagnosis
In foreign bed amid pool of masked strangers
lucid but confused too shy his needs to convey
Intimate voices comfort by too infrequent phone calls
true loves sole conduit to assuage...
#anxiety
#death
#LifeStruggles #illness
#LifeStruggles #illness
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19 Comments
DARK_DR3AMER
Poem Published
13th May 2020 4:35am
13th May 2020 4:35am
pain
This pain , it drives me insane
something to kill it is what I need
what they gave me broke my will
made me a zombie is what it did
I had no sense of self anymore
no longer myself all reality lost
my will could not be contained
the beast could not be stopped
this pain ,it drives me insane
I need to kill the pain
break my will wake the beast
a bitter sweet love affair
melt my brain just what I need
this pain it drives me insane
something to lose myself in
something to kill the pain ...
something to kill it is what I need
what they gave me broke my will
made me a zombie is what it did
I had no sense of self anymore
no longer myself all reality lost
my will could not be contained
the beast could not be stopped
this pain ,it drives me insane
I need to kill the pain
break my will wake the beast
a bitter sweet love affair
melt my brain just what I need
this pain it drives me insane
something to lose myself in
something to kill the pain ...
#depression
#addiction
#illness
#despair
#suffering
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1 Comment
dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
13th May 2020 3:49am
13th May 2020 3:49am
Chasing the Great Bear (of love) / No Deposit, Nor Return/ More Gravity
beside, because, and then'some.
how
many
times?
and places? do we have
to
go ?
to, before that spirit'love they
talk of will will
w'ill sate the cravings
of soul falling, granting gravity
it's due ?
I
cannot & will-not
Know.
Let's just go back to
the circus.
There, there are all-ways
revelations
to be had, and they fall upon
us by the dozens.
...
how
many
times?
and places? do we have
to
go ?
to, before that spirit'love they
talk of will will
w'ill sate the cravings
of soul falling, granting gravity
it's due ?
I
cannot & will-not
Know.
Let's just go back to
the circus.
There, there are all-ways
revelations
to be had, and they fall upon
us by the dozens.
...
#sadness
#love
#lover
#illness
#disappointment
84 reads
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Laluma
Poem Published
12th May 2020 10:47pm
12th May 2020 10:47pm
Nurses
Those among us who do the thankless job of saving people’s lives
Waking up whether it's the morning or evening to answer the call of duty without fail
Facing life and death is a daily occurrence
Happiness and sadness come together in a convoluted concoction like oil and grape juice
These are the unsung heroes who see the worst of us at our most vulnerable moments
Uplifting deflated weak spirits in their darkest difficult moments
Their human touch healing beyond the physical and mental
Taking upon their shoulders the burdens of others
The lifeline that...
Waking up whether it's the morning or evening to answer the call of duty without fail
Facing life and death is a daily occurrence
Happiness and sadness come together in a convoluted concoction like oil and grape juice
These are the unsung heroes who see the worst of us at our most vulnerable moments
Uplifting deflated weak spirits in their darkest difficult moments
Their human touch healing beyond the physical and mental
Taking upon their shoulders the burdens of others
The lifeline that...
#sadness
#courage
#inspirational
#illness
#gratitude
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4 Comments
dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
12th May 2020 9:03am
12th May 2020 9:03am
War On a Plague / Death Toll Rising
It's just like a war.
Folks hunkered down
at home,
hiding from the invisible
"enemy"
Earthly horrors abound where once
only simple horrors played wit human
minds.
Multi thousands more than average
dying every day, while the
Commander and Chief
makes a blistering ass of himself
with imbecilic denial.
Death is the Master of all Sentient Life.
(What can'ye do, eh?)
...
Folks hunkered down
at home,
hiding from the invisible
"enemy"
Earthly horrors abound where once
only simple horrors played wit human
minds.
Multi thousands more than average
dying every day, while the
Commander and Chief
makes a blistering ass of himself
with imbecilic denial.
Death is the Master of all Sentient Life.
(What can'ye do, eh?)
...
#war
#illness
28 reads
4 Comments
glfinding
Poem Published
10th May 2020 2:09am
10th May 2020 2:09am
City Woke
We gonna see if this place can go the distance,
Riding like words on the streets to my sentence,
I'm just trying to outsurvive the system of the beehive,
Turning a blind eye to their visionary purpose for me,
Products of environments defined by our patriotic actions,
Stances lacking by our leaders bickering like children,
While the rest of us hit the spot and party til' the early morning,
Born into this warrior song home of the gravely furious,
My towns been blowin up an army of traffic lights,
Passing them by with the bass for hell on...
Riding like words on the streets to my sentence,
I'm just trying to outsurvive the system of the beehive,
Turning a blind eye to their visionary purpose for me,
Products of environments defined by our patriotic actions,
Stances lacking by our leaders bickering like children,
While the rest of us hit the spot and party til' the early morning,
Born into this warrior song home of the gravely furious,
My towns been blowin up an army of traffic lights,
Passing them by with the bass for hell on...
#dark
#illness
#MentalHealth
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cloventongue89
Poem Published
8th May 2020 9:55pm
8th May 2020 9:55pm
Faking The Cure
Caught between bad habits
And manufactured delays
Biochemical warfare
Slighted into entrapment
The will to cure is its own disease
Political pandemic
The rhetoric of control
Searching for the words
Speak resolution in awareness
Hostage to the maintenance of breathing
Robbed of our lives
Waiting out the risk of living
Agenda driven disregard
Population control, survival of the richest
Puppeteering us with laws based in the illusion of a proposed threat
Making cancer out of paper cuts
Forging the...
And manufactured delays
Biochemical warfare
Slighted into entrapment
The will to cure is its own disease
Political pandemic
The rhetoric of control
Searching for the words
Speak resolution in awareness
Hostage to the maintenance of breathing
Robbed of our lives
Waiting out the risk of living
Agenda driven disregard
Population control, survival of the richest
Puppeteering us with laws based in the illusion of a proposed threat
Making cancer out of paper cuts
Forging the...
#anxiety
#abuse
#politics
#illness
#pandemic
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2 Comments
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