Poems About Illness Published by Members Recently Online
#illness
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
167 reads
13 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
167 reads
13 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
167 reads
13 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
167 reads
13 Comments
gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
Poem Published
18th Dec 2018 2:29pm
18th Dec 2018 2:29pm
My Conflict With Schizophrenia
I’ve become a writer to find a truth, buried within me for too long. It’s been screaming deeply within, even sprouting to taste the quenching air it has so longed. Feeding it with my taboo desires, which I’ve chosen to keep hidden from a suspicious world. I cannot stop feeding it, it’s another stomach needing to be filled and stretched, its acid dissolving the virtues inflowing and absorbing the nutrient lust. If I hold these truths to be self-destructive, then maybe I truly am a schizophrenic!
I’ve tried to approach others, but so hesitantly. How could you possibly explain something...
I’ve tried to approach others, but so hesitantly. How could you possibly explain something...
#depression
#confessional
#illness
#MentalHealth
#SelfReflection
565 reads
2 Comments
gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
Poem Published
18th Dec 2018 2:29pm
18th Dec 2018 2:29pm
My Conflict With Schizophrenia
I’ve become a writer to find a truth, buried within me for too long. It’s been screaming deeply within, even sprouting to taste the quenching air it has so longed. Feeding it with my taboo desires, which I’ve chosen to keep hidden from a suspicious world. I cannot stop feeding it, it’s another stomach needing to be filled and stretched, its acid dissolving the virtues inflowing and absorbing the nutrient lust. If I hold these truths to be self-destructive, then maybe I truly am a schizophrenic!
I’ve tried to approach others, but so hesitantly. How could you possibly explain something...
I’ve tried to approach others, but so hesitantly. How could you possibly explain something...
#depression
#confessional
#illness
#MentalHealth
#SelfReflection
565 reads
2 Comments
gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
Poem Published
18th Dec 2018 2:29pm
18th Dec 2018 2:29pm
My Conflict With Schizophrenia
I’ve become a writer to find a truth, buried within me for too long. It’s been screaming deeply within, even sprouting to taste the quenching air it has so longed. Feeding it with my taboo desires, which I’ve chosen to keep hidden from a suspicious world. I cannot stop feeding it, it’s another stomach needing to be filled and stretched, its acid dissolving the virtues inflowing and absorbing the nutrient lust. If I hold these truths to be self-destructive, then maybe I truly am a schizophrenic!
I’ve tried to approach others, but so hesitantly. How could you possibly explain something...
I’ve tried to approach others, but so hesitantly. How could you possibly explain something...
#depression
#confessional
#illness
#MentalHealth
#SelfReflection
565 reads
2 Comments
gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
Poem Published
18th Dec 2018 2:29pm
18th Dec 2018 2:29pm
My Conflict With Schizophrenia
I’ve become a writer to find a truth, buried within me for too long. It’s been screaming deeply within, even sprouting to taste the quenching air it has so longed. Feeding it with my taboo desires, which I’ve chosen to keep hidden from a suspicious world. I cannot stop feeding it, it’s another stomach needing to be filled and stretched, its acid dissolving the virtues inflowing and absorbing the nutrient lust. If I hold these truths to be self-destructive, then maybe I truly am a schizophrenic!
I’ve tried to approach others, but so hesitantly. How could you possibly explain something...
I’ve tried to approach others, but so hesitantly. How could you possibly explain something...
#depression
#confessional
#illness
#MentalHealth
#SelfReflection
565 reads
2 Comments
gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
Poem Published
18th Dec 2018 2:29pm
18th Dec 2018 2:29pm
My Conflict With Schizophrenia
I’ve become a writer to find a truth, buried within me for too long. It’s been screaming deeply within, even sprouting to taste the quenching air it has so longed. Feeding it with my taboo desires, which I’ve chosen to keep hidden from a suspicious world. I cannot stop feeding it, it’s another stomach needing to be filled and stretched, its acid dissolving the virtues inflowing and absorbing the nutrient lust. If I hold these truths to be self-destructive, then maybe I truly am a schizophrenic!
I’ve tried to approach others, but so hesitantly. How could you possibly explain something...
I’ve tried to approach others, but so hesitantly. How could you possibly explain something...
#depression
#confessional
#illness
#MentalHealth
#SelfReflection
565 reads
2 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
10th Nov 2024 1:32am
10th Nov 2024 1:32am
gut rot
find orange juice too
acidic,
I’d rather a vodka and
tonic ..
acidic,
I’d rather a vodka and
tonic ..
#illness
63 reads
2 Comments
Paulajobi
Paula Jobi
Paula Jobi
Poem Published
4th Jan 2025 6:49pm
4th Jan 2025 6:49pm
He worked hard for his money...
The fatigue shows in his eyes...
He worked 16 straight hours...again.
He loves her and provides for her.
She is his everything!
His breathing is labored at times.
He thinks he is coming down with a cold.
He can't miss work. Too many bills!
He can't afford to miss work!
The job is strenuous. He is not young.
He runs a temp. Again, the probable cold!
He is sweating and needs a cool drink.
There wasn't much time today to hydrate.
His body hurts. Overwork or age?
He swallows another handful of asprin.
Aspirin...
He worked 16 straight hours...again.
He loves her and provides for her.
She is his everything!
His breathing is labored at times.
He thinks he is coming down with a cold.
He can't miss work. Too many bills!
He can't afford to miss work!
The job is strenuous. He is not young.
He runs a temp. Again, the probable cold!
He is sweating and needs a cool drink.
There wasn't much time today to hydrate.
His body hurts. Overwork or age?
He swallows another handful of asprin.
Aspirin...
#hurt
#illness
#LifeStruggles
48 reads
2 Comments
Paulajobi
Paula Jobi
Paula Jobi
Poem Published
4th Jan 2025 6:49pm
4th Jan 2025 6:49pm
He worked hard for his money...
The fatigue shows in his eyes...
He worked 16 straight hours...again.
He loves her and provides for her.
She is his everything!
His breathing is labored at times.
He thinks he is coming down with a cold.
He can't miss work. Too many bills!
He can't afford to miss work!
The job is strenuous. He is not young.
He runs a temp. Again, the probable cold!
He is sweating and needs a cool drink.
There wasn't much time today to hydrate.
His body hurts. Overwork or age?
He swallows another handful of asprin.
Aspirin...
He worked 16 straight hours...again.
He loves her and provides for her.
She is his everything!
His breathing is labored at times.
He thinks he is coming down with a cold.
He can't miss work. Too many bills!
He can't afford to miss work!
The job is strenuous. He is not young.
He runs a temp. Again, the probable cold!
He is sweating and needs a cool drink.
There wasn't much time today to hydrate.
His body hurts. Overwork or age?
He swallows another handful of asprin.
Aspirin...
#hurt
#illness
#LifeStruggles
48 reads
2 Comments
DU Poetry : Poems About Illness Published by Members Recently Online
