Least Read Poems About Illness
#illness
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
8 reads
5 Comments
FeNyX
Poem Published
29th Dec 2022 3:27am
29th Dec 2022 3:27am
Reality
Push away the covers
Struggle to rise
Rumors abound
Of your early demise
Focusing hard
Clickety clack
Like a train
Far off the beaten track
Light shines through
Eyes tearing too
Rush to wake
With little to do
Repitition comforts
Routine massages
Your fragile calm
While your body sabotages ...
all
Struggle to rise
Rumors abound
Of your early demise
Focusing hard
Clickety clack
Like a train
Far off the beaten track
Light shines through
Eyes tearing too
Rush to wake
With little to do
Repitition comforts
Routine massages
Your fragile calm
While your body sabotages ...
all
#love
#illness
#boredom
14 reads
2 Comments
Cyndi_Moone
Poem Published
11th Mar 2018 8:43am
11th Mar 2018 8:43am
HIGHWAY OF NO RETURN
Your burden is heavy and does not get lighter.
With the passing of years, you are a fighter.
You’ve fought through a tough life and now struggle with health.
I’d give anything to restore you back and make you well.
I’d turn back the hands of time and bring back the better days
Where you independently had things done your way.
I stand speechless before you at times
Without a word, a phrase, or a rhyme
As I see your health slowly declining
And your once-independence now reclining.
Your journey through illness scares me ...
With the passing of years, you are a fighter.
You’ve fought through a tough life and now struggle with health.
I’d give anything to restore you back and make you well.
I’d turn back the hands of time and bring back the better days
Where you independently had things done your way.
I stand speechless before you at times
Without a word, a phrase, or a rhyme
As I see your health slowly declining
And your once-independence now reclining.
Your journey through illness scares me ...
#death
#illness
15 reads
2 Comments
OyateInyanNajin
Poem Published
14th Apr 2024 00:15am
14th Apr 2024 00:15am
FALLING EVER FURTHER MORE DEEPLY AWAY (12-13-1995, 3:36a.m., Galveston Island, Texas)
i stay up all night at times
perhaps to steal back time
that i feel is being stolen away from me
i stay up in my head
keeping watch from my inner battlements
looking for the shadow of death
breathlessly lurking all about me here
across and throughout each long night
concealed in invisible layers of so much
mysterious deadly craftiness
stealthily stealing ever closer to me
all the time day and night
it knows i watch in wait for it
as even here now
i listen for the clacking
of it s sneaking bones
trying to slip in ...
perhaps to steal back time
that i feel is being stolen away from me
i stay up in my head
keeping watch from my inner battlements
looking for the shadow of death
breathlessly lurking all about me here
across and throughout each long night
concealed in invisible layers of so much
mysterious deadly craftiness
stealthily stealing ever closer to me
all the time day and night
it knows i watch in wait for it
as even here now
i listen for the clacking
of it s sneaking bones
trying to slip in ...
#anxiety
#insomnia
#illness
#PTSD
#disability
29 reads
0 Comments
OyateInyanNajin
Poem Published
9th Apr 2024 00:57am
9th Apr 2024 00:57am
PORCH CHIMES THINKING (4-3-1990; North Park, San Diego, California)
i listen to the porch chimes clinking
as a hearty spring wind plays them today
warm and steady
the wind massages everything
as the sun s heat
increases the circulation in all of life around me
stimulating animation in birds bugs and leaves
yet here i sit on couch in shade
perpetually ill for so long now it seems
obsessed with my gradually
ever increasingly fading away
too weak to bear the touch of sun these days
i sit here in fever in fear
sixth day
persistently unravelling ever further still
with all my incessant...
as a hearty spring wind plays them today
warm and steady
the wind massages everything
as the sun s heat
increases the circulation in all of life around me
stimulating animation in birds bugs and leaves
yet here i sit on couch in shade
perpetually ill for so long now it seems
obsessed with my gradually
ever increasingly fading away
too weak to bear the touch of sun these days
i sit here in fever in fear
sixth day
persistently unravelling ever further still
with all my incessant...
#anxiety
#depression
#illness
#disability
#cancer
32 reads
0 Comments
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
35 reads
1 Comment
OyateInyanNajin
Poem Published
21st Feb 2024 00:49am
21st Feb 2024 00:49am
HALF WAY THERE (I)-(original poem's draft) (East Flagship Hotel Pier Jetty, Galveston Island Texas; 1-29-1997)
i took a trolley
down to the beach
walked out to the end of a jetty
gazed out over the seemingly endless
vast wide open gulf s horizon
and thought to myself
halfway there
down to the beach
walked out to the end of a jetty
gazed out over the seemingly endless
vast wide open gulf s horizon
and thought to myself
halfway there
#anxiety
#depression
#illness
#MentalHealth
#disability
51 reads
0 Comments
poeticdelight
Poem Published
17th Apr 2024 6:59pm
17th Apr 2024 6:59pm
Between Sacred and Profane
i did mean to make you spill
If you are hurt, then you'll heal
Epicurean is a devilish will
There is too much left to enjoy
Away from flesh, lust and pill
What doesn't kill you
Gives you good health
what doesn't hurt you
Drags you in more filth
Spare false words
To a stormy day
And sow today
you shall reap someday
Leave your complains
On your dusty shelf
And be a man for once
The a stoic wolf, dies
Don't pity on your self
...
If you are hurt, then you'll heal
Epicurean is a devilish will
There is too much left to enjoy
Away from flesh, lust and pill
What doesn't kill you
Gives you good health
what doesn't hurt you
Drags you in more filth
Spare false words
To a stormy day
And sow today
you shall reap someday
Leave your complains
On your dusty shelf
And be a man for once
The a stoic wolf, dies
Don't pity on your self
...
#depression
#illness
#SelfHarm
52 reads
0 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
54 reads
1 Comment
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
15th Feb 2024 2:14am
15th Feb 2024 2:14am
The Other VD
Today is the day
Valentine's Day everyone
Grab your partner and have a great time
When ordering at that fancy restaurant
Make sure when ordering Clams, Penne and Alfredo sauce,
There's no side order of Gonorrhea, Chlamydia or Genital Warts
V.D. or Venereal Disease can infect & destroy
Be honest, be upfront, play it safe so you can enjoy
On Halloween you tell the kids to be cautious
Some VD can make you sick, some can make you nauseous
To all at DUP, have a great evening.
Valentine's Day everyone
Grab your partner and have a great time
When ordering at that fancy restaurant
Make sure when ordering Clams, Penne and Alfredo sauce,
There's no side order of Gonorrhea, Chlamydia or Genital Warts
V.D. or Venereal Disease can infect & destroy
Be honest, be upfront, play it safe so you can enjoy
On Halloween you tell the kids to be cautious
Some VD can make you sick, some can make you nauseous
To all at DUP, have a great evening.
#love
#ValentinesDay
#illness
56 reads
0 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
15th Feb 2024 00:23am
15th Feb 2024 00:23am
unsteady on his feet
the letter, upon his prognosis, following his stroke, ended
“and on balance, I think, possibly, the least said, soonest mended .. “
“and on balance, I think, possibly, the least said, soonest mended .. “
#illness
#funny
#PopCulture
57 reads
0 Comments
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
59 reads
2 Comments
DU Poetry : Least Read Poems About Illness
Page:
