Poems About Illness Seeking Friendly Advice
#illness
missjem56
Poem Published
25th Jun 2024 4:43pm
25th Jun 2024 4:43pm
Madam Choo Choo
Please, please, please!
I just want to sneeze!
Not this torturous tease
That can bring me to my knees
Where it seems to linger
Eyes, watery, and weepy
Nose, itchy, twitchy
Then anticipation
Ah, ahh ahhh
But no choo
Why am i
Having to endure this torture?
"CHOO!!!!!"
("bless you")
(fuck off!)
I wonder why
Anyone would bless a sneeze?
Part of which
Would indubitably
Be headed the way of said blesser
"CHOO!"
"CHOO!"
"CHOO!"
Staccato...
I just want to sneeze!
Not this torturous tease
That can bring me to my knees
Where it seems to linger
Eyes, watery, and weepy
Nose, itchy, twitchy
Then anticipation
Ah, ahh ahhh
But no choo
Why am i
Having to endure this torture?
"CHOO!!!!!"
("bless you")
(fuck off!)
I wonder why
Anyone would bless a sneeze?
Part of which
Would indubitably
Be headed the way of said blesser
"CHOO!"
"CHOO!"
"CHOO!"
Staccato...
#funny
#illness
#LifeAsAWriter #satirical
#LifeAsAWriter #satirical
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thinlane
Poem Published
20th May 2024 9:28am
20th May 2024 9:28am
Death March
Cold light fills my room
Hurting my eyes with the clinical glare
The white coats and candy stripes flash by my open door
Seeming deaf to my calls for simple compassion
And companions to pass the time with
None will say what I feel in my bones
My time is running short and since they can't help me
They ignore me instead
My breath runs short in my lungs
As hard to breathe out as in
And my body is growing tired from the efforts
And still I feel the urge to smoke
What a fool I was
And am
The man in the bed across the room ...
Hurting my eyes with the clinical glare
The white coats and candy stripes flash by my open door
Seeming deaf to my calls for simple compassion
And companions to pass the time with
None will say what I feel in my bones
My time is running short and since they can't help me
They ignore me instead
My breath runs short in my lungs
As hard to breathe out as in
And my body is growing tired from the efforts
And still I feel the urge to smoke
What a fool I was
And am
The man in the bed across the room ...
#illness
#vulnerability
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Viddax
Lord Viddax
Lord Viddax
Poem Published
12th Apr 2024 6:54pm
12th Apr 2024 6:54pm
M'haps the plague? - NaPoWriMo 12
A little tickle on the tonsils,
a slight dry gust in the mouth,
and a heavy ball in the throat,
Gods I hope its not a blasted cold.
I hope it is just the need
to drink more water
and not pestilence's fetid fingers
tickling in testing out my defences
before squatting
as uninvited pest in my head,
Either way,
Summon the forges for a brew
and raise a mug to good health,
Cheers.
a slight dry gust in the mouth,
and a heavy ball in the throat,
Gods I hope its not a blasted cold.
I hope it is just the need
to drink more water
and not pestilence's fetid fingers
tickling in testing out my defences
before squatting
as uninvited pest in my head,
Either way,
Summon the forges for a brew
and raise a mug to good health,
Cheers.
#anxiety
#illness
#NaPoWriMo2024
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FeNyX
Poem Published
15th Mar 2024 5:26pm
15th Mar 2024 5:26pm
Holding The Line
Wading through the lies
A storm of deception
Like calculating Pi
An endless corruption
Focus on the center
Cling to the known
Stand fast against it all
Tall like a stone
Weathered cracks and fissures
More prominent and deep
Bear witness to the struggle
Of decades the will to keep
Fighting
One inch at a time
Enduring past all hope
Holding the line
The end closer
Than the begining
Muscles straining
Core failing
Going down
Fighting to the last
No more...
A storm of deception
Like calculating Pi
An endless corruption
Focus on the center
Cling to the known
Stand fast against it all
Tall like a stone
Weathered cracks and fissures
More prominent and deep
Bear witness to the struggle
Of decades the will to keep
Fighting
One inch at a time
Enduring past all hope
Holding the line
The end closer
Than the begining
Muscles straining
Core failing
Going down
Fighting to the last
No more...
#love
#illness
#aging
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7 Comments
Grace
IDryad
IDryad
Poem Published
12th Mar 2024 10:54am
12th Mar 2024 10:54am
Weary and Tired
I am tired and weary of shouldered burdens
my soul is weary of the disappointments
and matters I cannot openly confide
its like a stone necklace or a heavy crown
life's trial faced full of adrenalin
wears me out and cast shadows
in my days a badly written poem
on old parchments full of scratches
I was graced with love's tender touch
once upon a time and in the past
green and yellow tinted the windows
of the soul and solace and peace departed
dreams are uncharted wishes mere words
akin to puffs of energy in...
my soul is weary of the disappointments
and matters I cannot openly confide
its like a stone necklace or a heavy crown
life's trial faced full of adrenalin
wears me out and cast shadows
in my days a badly written poem
on old parchments full of scratches
I was graced with love's tender touch
once upon a time and in the past
green and yellow tinted the windows
of the soul and solace and peace departed
dreams are uncharted wishes mere words
akin to puffs of energy in...
#illness
#WritingPoetry
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10 Comments
Her
Poem Published
3rd Feb 2024 12:29pm
3rd Feb 2024 12:29pm
I Wanna Strangle Someone, Peacefully
A hard core narcotic cocktail
Some Xanax thrown in for good measure
(note, plural)
And…
Voila!
You get to say stupid shit
Came through on the other side
However
My outpatient surgery landed me an admission
Nobody seemed to mind my often incoherent ramblings
Nor my nonsensical blissful semi-lucidity
The destruction way more than the surgeon anticipated
(even after the MRI and multitudes of x-rays)
The pain is more than I counted on
But I got myself
One hell of a new foot
...
Some Xanax thrown in for good measure
(note, plural)
And…
Voila!
You get to say stupid shit
Came through on the other side
However
My outpatient surgery landed me an admission
Nobody seemed to mind my often incoherent ramblings
Nor my nonsensical blissful semi-lucidity
The destruction way more than the surgeon anticipated
(even after the MRI and multitudes of x-rays)
The pain is more than I counted on
But I got myself
One hell of a new foot
...
#happiness
#hope
#confessional #illness
#confessional #illness
287 reads
33 Comments
sweetdevil
CortneyB
CortneyB
Poem Published
7th Dec 2023 2:39am
7th Dec 2023 2:39am
How Do I Get It Out Of My Head?
There is one image I will never get out of my head
As much as I wish I could wash it from my memory forever
My father laying semi conscious in a hospital bed
Fighting the sedation when he hears us speaking in the hall nearby
An incision his collar to his waist
A tube down his throat,
A look of utter terror on his face
The nurse has us move away from the room
Trying to avoid startling him
My father needs his rest
Still as he can possibly be
My father kept trying to wake up
So they put him under
The phrase "medically...
As much as I wish I could wash it from my memory forever
My father laying semi conscious in a hospital bed
Fighting the sedation when he hears us speaking in the hall nearby
An incision his collar to his waist
A tube down his throat,
A look of utter terror on his face
The nurse has us move away from the room
Trying to avoid startling him
My father needs his rest
Still as he can possibly be
My father kept trying to wake up
So they put him under
The phrase "medically...
#father
#illness
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WillowsWhimsies
Poem Published
1st Dec 2023 2:14pm
1st Dec 2023 2:14pm
the bitch is back
covid has re-entered my system
snuck in like a thief in the night
temporary hold on my life
and everything hurts
but my lungs are the worst
an elephant sitting on my chest
wondering will my next breath be a gasp or a wheeze
when it rattles into me
working my inhaler overtime just to survive
danced this set before
I didn't want to move to this tune anymore
back to the meds & the bed
catch y'all on the flipside
snuck in like a thief in the night
temporary hold on my life
and everything hurts
but my lungs are the worst
an elephant sitting on my chest
wondering will my next breath be a gasp or a wheeze
when it rattles into me
working my inhaler overtime just to survive
danced this set before
I didn't want to move to this tune anymore
back to the meds & the bed
catch y'all on the flipside
#illness
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8 Comments
jmcchesnie
Joylyn
Joylyn
Poem Published
3rd Nov 2023 4:01pm
3rd Nov 2023 4:01pm
Rowdy
It's been so long ago
at least twenty years or so
your body hard and bloated
your head hanging low.
I had hoped that they could fix you
make you well once again
but the cost was far too great
for penniless owners, it had to wait.
So we brought you home that night
but you wouldn't come inside
you laid there in the driveway
such lonely, sad brown eyes.
I came and laid beside you
my eyes feeling up with tears
I covered you with a blanket
and told you not to fear.
Now your buried
just...
at least twenty years or so
your body hard and bloated
your head hanging low.
I had hoped that they could fix you
make you well once again
but the cost was far too great
for penniless owners, it had to wait.
So we brought you home that night
but you wouldn't come inside
you laid there in the driveway
such lonely, sad brown eyes.
I came and laid beside you
my eyes feeling up with tears
I covered you with a blanket
and told you not to fear.
Now your buried
just...
#death
#dogs
#animals #illness
#animals #illness
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6 Comments
deliabear
Debbie
Debbie
Poem Published
5th Oct 2023 10:59am
5th Oct 2023 10:59am
Impenetrable Membranes
An October morning is hung with a thick haunting fog.
There are stories of unmentioned entities, that shift
within the heavy mist.
The monsters that emerge from the bog.
Visible enough to the human eye
To summon my mortal cries.
Monsters don't scare me,
it's losing your mind.
There was an angel statue beneath the tree.
I felt her eyes bore into the central core of my
aching need.
In silent transmission she said to me,
You will be happy someday, just not today.
On my heart sat a crushing weight.
She said my...
There are stories of unmentioned entities, that shift
within the heavy mist.
The monsters that emerge from the bog.
Visible enough to the human eye
To summon my mortal cries.
Monsters don't scare me,
it's losing your mind.
There was an angel statue beneath the tree.
I felt her eyes bore into the central core of my
aching need.
In silent transmission she said to me,
You will be happy someday, just not today.
On my heart sat a crushing weight.
She said my...
#strength
#hope
#monsters #illness
#monsters #illness
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13 Comments
missjem56
Poem Published
2nd Oct 2023 11:02pm
2nd Oct 2023 11:02pm
Lady Macdeath
Kiss of death
Since Macbeth
Ten days imprisoned
Within my ivory tower
Like a wilting flower
Other than a four hour
Sojourn
No conquests, at the Conquest
No swords, at my behest
Blood was spilt
Drawn through the eye of a needle
No daggers drawn
Or Mick Jagger yawn
No nice Chianti
Dripping upon my liver
Silenced lambs
That would make me quiver
I have returned to my retreat
My castle in the sky
Further recluse'd
And people shy
My belly empty
And my throat is dry
This virus
Is...
Since Macbeth
Ten days imprisoned
Within my ivory tower
Like a wilting flower
Other than a four hour
Sojourn
No conquests, at the Conquest
No swords, at my behest
Blood was spilt
Drawn through the eye of a needle
No daggers drawn
Or Mick Jagger yawn
No nice Chianti
Dripping upon my liver
Silenced lambs
That would make me quiver
I have returned to my retreat
My castle in the sky
Further recluse'd
And people shy
My belly empty
And my throat is dry
This virus
Is...
#illness
#WilliamShakespeare
#healing #pandemic
#healing #pandemic
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missjem56
Poem Published
26th Sep 2023 2:29pm
26th Sep 2023 2:29pm
Feeling Covid Mouldy
My throat
Feels like
Ive been eating chainsaws
For breakfast
My nose
Could flood
The Thames Barrier
And my legs
Are made out of Jelly Babies
My shivers
Send me all in a quiver
Running hot, and cold
Like faulty central heating
Coughing
Sneezing
Most displeasing
And quite diseasing
I'm as contagious
As Camembert
(Brie, is not quite me)
But mostly
I'm like a mouldy blue cheese......
by Jemia
Feels like
Ive been eating chainsaws
For breakfast
My nose
Could flood
The Thames Barrier
And my legs
Are made out of Jelly Babies
My shivers
Send me all in a quiver
Running hot, and cold
Like faulty central heating
Coughing
Sneezing
Most displeasing
And quite diseasing
I'm as contagious
As Camembert
(Brie, is not quite me)
But mostly
I'm like a mouldy blue cheese......
by Jemia
#LifeStruggles
#LifeAsAWriter
#illness #pandemic
#illness #pandemic
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