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.
anna_grin
grin
grin
Poem Published
13th Jan 2021 1:56pm
13th Jan 2021 1:56pm
teratoma
ah
witch-knot of flesh and hair and teeth
inflamed with furious spite
biting down on my ovaries, spitting bile
into my inside body
-
finally extracted
skinlump aggravator where have you gone
i wanted to take you home,
my child
my stem cell marvel
appendix:
that grumbling man of medicine
also removed from me
better absent
witch-knot of flesh and hair and teeth
inflamed with furious spite
biting down on my ovaries, spitting bile
into my inside body
-
finally extracted
skinlump aggravator where have you gone
i wanted to take you home,
my child
my stem cell marvel
appendix:
that grumbling man of medicine
also removed from me
better absent
#illness
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Fallen_Angel_194
Angel.
Angel.
Poem Published
11th Jan 2021 2:21am
11th Jan 2021 2:21am
PCOS
She lives inside my body like an unwanted house guest ; unwelcome by all.
She strikes at the most important moments and leaves me with nothing but anger and pain.
She stays inside my lungs like a cancer that refuses to be killed, she is part of me.
I wake up sometimes mad at the world and the sky,
Mad at anything and everyone who tells me that I’ll be alright.
Because I am not alright, I am not fine.
I wake up and yell at god, asking why me.
There is no cure for what I have, and I may never have children because of it,
And I think that’s...
She strikes at the most important moments and leaves me with nothing but anger and pain.
She stays inside my lungs like a cancer that refuses to be killed, she is part of me.
I wake up sometimes mad at the world and the sky,
Mad at anything and everyone who tells me that I’ll be alright.
Because I am not alright, I am not fine.
I wake up and yell at god, asking why me.
There is no cure for what I have, and I may never have children because of it,
And I think that’s...
#illness
#MentalHealth
#myself
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ElBaby
E.L.Baby
E.L.Baby
Poem Published
2nd Jan 2021 12:14pm
2nd Jan 2021 12:14pm
Distant Wind
Love is an magician that can pull a man out of his own hat. That is why I'm thankful for your footprints were in my sand. A constant reminder of God not wanting a man to be alone, for I was alone, until my rib exited my flesh producing a garden of roses bounded by extreme elegance and grace, the flowers spelled your name.
I should have been a better man a better person. We both come from the same background but mine was more polished than yours. But me being more polished had nothing to do with the everlasting love, the commitment, I hold in my every move for you. Without U there...
I should have been a better man a better person. We both come from the same background but mine was more polished than yours. But me being more polished had nothing to do with the everlasting love, the commitment, I hold in my every move for you. Without U there...
#depression
#relationships
#breakup
#illness
#hurt
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KristinaX
Poem Published
1st Jan 2021 4:19pm
1st Jan 2021 4:19pm
Mom, you are my Angel
Mom, you are my Angel
Forgive me for not being stronger
You know, for me the most precious thing is
your smile in the dead of night
Mom, please don’t cry
I love you so much, you are my piece of paradise
And
I promise I will always be here for you
I am sorry for showing you my tears
Mom, everything is fine with me
I love you so much, I need you so much
And if only it was possible to stop the hour
I promise, I would devote my life to you!
Mom, I remember all your advice,
My hands are languishing with the...
Forgive me for not being stronger
You know, for me the most precious thing is
your smile in the dead of night
Mom, please don’t cry
I love you so much, you are my piece of paradise
And
I promise I will always be here for you
I am sorry for showing you my tears
Mom, everything is fine with me
I love you so much, I need you so much
And if only it was possible to stop the hour
I promise, I would devote my life to you!
Mom, I remember all your advice,
My hands are languishing with the...
#love
#mother
#illness
#despair
#denial
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dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
31st Dec 2020 8:56pm
31st Dec 2020 8:56pm
Rook of the Year / or / How To Effectively Grieve One's Own Final Demise
There's not a poem remaining
in this balled up world
retaining a worth
of write,
so
eye set up a scope
as might go erranding unto
more sympathetic types
of atmospheria....to breathe, into an act, when
There's not a poem remaining, As fine as this,
( never any good, ) (never so fine)
Just Pay Attention to the rhymes in the wind and
the hum and buzz of breeze through the reeds
...
in this balled up world
retaining a worth
of write,
so
eye set up a scope
as might go erranding unto
more sympathetic types
of atmospheria....to breathe, into an act, when
There's not a poem remaining, As fine as this,
( never any good, ) (never so fine)
Just Pay Attention to the rhymes in the wind and
the hum and buzz of breeze through the reeds
...
#grief
#heartbroken
#death
#illness
#denial
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randyjohnson
Poem Published
31st Dec 2020 6:07pm
31st Dec 2020 6:07pm
The Last Day Of The Year
2020 is about to end, this is the last day of the year.
During the last 366 days, there has been much fear.
Many people have suffered because of Covid-19.
People have perished but now we have a vaccine.
People had to start wearing masks while in stores.
In less than twenty-four hours, this year will be no more.
The people who lost their loved ones are shedding tears.
Today is December the 31st and it's the last day of the year.
During the last 366 days, there has been much fear.
Many people have suffered because of Covid-19.
People have perished but now we have a vaccine.
People had to start wearing masks while in stores.
In less than twenty-four hours, this year will be no more.
The people who lost their loved ones are shedding tears.
Today is December the 31st and it's the last day of the year.
#death
#illness
#nonfiction #pandemic
#nonfiction #pandemic
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Eerie
Poem Published
29th Dec 2020 2:58pm
29th Dec 2020 2:58pm
One Devout Prayer
I vividly remember
those three weeks.
I captured a photo, compelled
to document asking God
to let me die.
Looking at that picture
is heartbreaking...
Fear gripped me with fervent
force: you can see it, peering
out through my eyes.
I was barely through the hardest
part of treatment. My body
a foreign vessel in both
look and feel:
every pain heightened.
Emotionally decimated, drowning
in tides of never-ending sorrow.
I’d never felt such a unique level
of...
those three weeks.
I captured a photo, compelled
to document asking God
to let me die.
Looking at that picture
is heartbreaking...
Fear gripped me with fervent
force: you can see it, peering
out through my eyes.
I was barely through the hardest
part of treatment. My body
a foreign vessel in both
look and feel:
every pain heightened.
Emotionally decimated, drowning
in tides of never-ending sorrow.
I’d never felt such a unique level
of...
#strength
#hope
#courage
#spiritual
#illness
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oskar
Poem Published
25th Dec 2020 9:09am
25th Dec 2020 9:09am
writing games
The writing games
If you want to know about me, there will be no diary
you will find my struggle in my writing, you see I'm two persons in one body
the good one who could not harm and the angry one
who knew the nice one was a fake?
I was good, got promotion in a job that was to find out how to fire people
with minimum fuzz and not replacing them, which was the name of the game.
But the angry voice said you are making the rich wealthier and the poor
Destitute, have you no shame, you have become a disgrace.
It was at a Christmas party at the...
If you want to know about me, there will be no diary
you will find my struggle in my writing, you see I'm two persons in one body
the good one who could not harm and the angry one
who knew the nice one was a fake?
I was good, got promotion in a job that was to find out how to fire people
with minimum fuzz and not replacing them, which was the name of the game.
But the angry voice said you are making the rich wealthier and the poor
Destitute, have you no shame, you have become a disgrace.
It was at a Christmas party at the...
#anxiety
#depression
#bipolar
#illness
#apathy
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1 Comment
naturalselection42
Poem Published
24th Dec 2020 4:13pm
24th Dec 2020 4:13pm
Dark evil love
I am evil
That might be true
The only thing not evil about me
Is the way I feel about you
Your far from perfect
You are unclean
Your dirty soul
visits my deepest of dreams
Late at night I think of what I did
I think of the horrors I put in your head
The late nights
The cheating
The games I would play
I love you
Why did I treat you that way
Even now when I have someone new
I am stuck here longing for a moment with you
When I do not know what to do
I find myself searching...
That might be true
The only thing not evil about me
Is the way I feel about you
Your far from perfect
You are unclean
Your dirty soul
visits my deepest of dreams
Late at night I think of what I did
I think of the horrors I put in your head
The late nights
The cheating
The games I would play
I love you
Why did I treat you that way
Even now when I have someone new
I am stuck here longing for a moment with you
When I do not know what to do
I find myself searching...
#love
#dark
#evil
#illness
#hurt
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1 Comment
Adzy
Poem Published
20th Dec 2020 10:19pm
20th Dec 2020 10:19pm
Dementia
I wake up in bed
My mind full of fears
Where is my wife?
Then I remember,
She's been gone for 5 years.
I get up and get dressed
Go get something to eat
Suddenly, I realise
My slippers on
The wrong
Feet.
I pop some bread in the toaster
I open the fridge door,
I try pouring some juice
But half goes on the floor.
A man comes to visit
He seems such a nice guy
When he leaves he says 'bye Dad'
But I never had a son, did I?
The reality
Is dawning
My brain's...
My mind full of fears
Where is my wife?
Then I remember,
She's been gone for 5 years.
I get up and get dressed
Go get something to eat
Suddenly, I realise
My slippers on
The wrong
Feet.
I pop some bread in the toaster
I open the fridge door,
I try pouring some juice
But half goes on the floor.
A man comes to visit
He seems such a nice guy
When he leaves he says 'bye Dad'
But I never had a son, did I?
The reality
Is dawning
My brain's...
#death
#memories
#illness
#MentalHealth
#aging
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2 Comments
marwen
Mani67
Mani67
Poem Published
13th Dec 2020 3:35pm
13th Dec 2020 3:35pm
That Thing
It’s that thing, you know!
That repulsive rhapsody you pretend you don’t hear
the news that brings you to your knees, or so it tries
That unrealistic illness, or is it really?
A concerto of capricious organism with a big ego
that inhabits your being without proper invitation
An invasive entity squatting me
unlawfully occupying my beloved space
A vicious symphony ready for a carnage
Armed with relentless despicable minions
Aiming to wreak havoc in my temple
Seeking a leading place at the altar
That thing whom I...
That repulsive rhapsody you pretend you don’t hear
the news that brings you to your knees, or so it tries
That unrealistic illness, or is it really?
A concerto of capricious organism with a big ego
that inhabits your being without proper invitation
An invasive entity squatting me
unlawfully occupying my beloved space
A vicious symphony ready for a carnage
Armed with relentless despicable minions
Aiming to wreak havoc in my temple
Seeking a leading place at the altar
That thing whom I...
#illness
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marwen
Mani67
Mani67
Poem Published
9th Dec 2020 9:45pm
9th Dec 2020 9:45pm
Dark Days
The things I find myself doing when I am - here
I pour an immense amount of love into my tribe, my clan, my people
I dream about living off the land and riding wild horses
or vets … or both
I cast aside my fear and dive into a blank canvas
I throw away my obsessions and go through life in a noble way
I stroll through it with poise and confidence
live day to day - an old cliché you might say - but true
perfectly aware of potential outcomes
I elect to dismiss them and embrace the surrounding majesty
A childhood belief reminds me - I...
I pour an immense amount of love into my tribe, my clan, my people
I dream about living off the land and riding wild horses
or vets … or both
I cast aside my fear and dive into a blank canvas
I throw away my obsessions and go through life in a noble way
I stroll through it with poise and confidence
live day to day - an old cliché you might say - but true
perfectly aware of potential outcomes
I elect to dismiss them and embrace the surrounding majesty
A childhood belief reminds me - I...
#courage
#dark
#death
#illness
#determination
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