Poems About Illness Published by Members Recently Online
#illness
summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
9th Mar 2020 4:27pm
9th Mar 2020 4:27pm
of the virally gone coronal carousels... in a deathly quarantined, pretty flotilla times
:Viz:: horses#2 carousels
#science
#horses
#illness
#historical
#minimalist
431 reads
6 Comments
summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
9th Mar 2020 4:27pm
9th Mar 2020 4:27pm
of the virally gone coronal carousels... in a deathly quarantined, pretty flotilla times
:Viz:: horses#2 carousels
#science
#horses
#illness
#historical
#minimalist
431 reads
6 Comments
summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
9th Mar 2020 4:27pm
9th Mar 2020 4:27pm
of the virally gone coronal carousels... in a deathly quarantined, pretty flotilla times
:Viz:: horses#2 carousels
#science
#horses
#illness
#historical
#minimalist
431 reads
6 Comments
summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
9th Mar 2020 4:27pm
9th Mar 2020 4:27pm
of the virally gone coronal carousels... in a deathly quarantined, pretty flotilla times
:Viz:: horses#2 carousels
#science
#horses
#illness
#historical
#minimalist
431 reads
6 Comments
Strangeways_Rob
Poem Published
4th Apr 2020 00:03am
4th Apr 2020 00:03am
Forever Breathes The Lonely Word
From my Father this strong heart
From Mother the fear
From the soil the rage
From the afternoon storm
(Into which I entered, Stage Left)
The humility, before and after,
Actors circle the backdrop of a new play.
The day’s final breath bathes in
Industrial fumes, diesel, space hubris
Sky dust falls unheralded -
Its regal silence answers the question:
“How can you write poetry in a place like this?”
Are we merely trying to read
The braille of the years between
With stumped fingers?
Desengano drums from a...
From Mother the fear
From the soil the rage
From the afternoon storm
(Into which I entered, Stage Left)
The humility, before and after,
Actors circle the backdrop of a new play.
The day’s final breath bathes in
Industrial fumes, diesel, space hubris
Sky dust falls unheralded -
Its regal silence answers the question:
“How can you write poetry in a place like this?”
Are we merely trying to read
The braille of the years between
With stumped fingers?
Desengano drums from a...
#love
#hope
#universe
#fate
#illness
328 reads
3 Comments
Strangeways_Rob
Poem Published
4th Apr 2020 00:03am
4th Apr 2020 00:03am
Forever Breathes The Lonely Word
From my Father this strong heart
From Mother the fear
From the soil the rage
From the afternoon storm
(Into which I entered, Stage Left)
The humility, before and after,
Actors circle the backdrop of a new play.
The day’s final breath bathes in
Industrial fumes, diesel, space hubris
Sky dust falls unheralded -
Its regal silence answers the question:
“How can you write poetry in a place like this?”
Are we merely trying to read
The braille of the years between
With stumped fingers?
Desengano drums from a...
From Mother the fear
From the soil the rage
From the afternoon storm
(Into which I entered, Stage Left)
The humility, before and after,
Actors circle the backdrop of a new play.
The day’s final breath bathes in
Industrial fumes, diesel, space hubris
Sky dust falls unheralded -
Its regal silence answers the question:
“How can you write poetry in a place like this?”
Are we merely trying to read
The braille of the years between
With stumped fingers?
Desengano drums from a...
#love
#hope
#universe
#fate
#illness
328 reads
3 Comments
Strangeways_Rob
Poem Published
4th Apr 2020 00:03am
4th Apr 2020 00:03am
Forever Breathes The Lonely Word
From my Father this strong heart
From Mother the fear
From the soil the rage
From the afternoon storm
(Into which I entered, Stage Left)
The humility, before and after,
Actors circle the backdrop of a new play.
The day’s final breath bathes in
Industrial fumes, diesel, space hubris
Sky dust falls unheralded -
Its regal silence answers the question:
“How can you write poetry in a place like this?”
Are we merely trying to read
The braille of the years between
With stumped fingers?
Desengano drums from a...
From Mother the fear
From the soil the rage
From the afternoon storm
(Into which I entered, Stage Left)
The humility, before and after,
Actors circle the backdrop of a new play.
The day’s final breath bathes in
Industrial fumes, diesel, space hubris
Sky dust falls unheralded -
Its regal silence answers the question:
“How can you write poetry in a place like this?”
Are we merely trying to read
The braille of the years between
With stumped fingers?
Desengano drums from a...
#love
#hope
#universe
#fate
#illness
328 reads
3 Comments
Strangeways_Rob
Poem Published
4th Apr 2020 00:03am
4th Apr 2020 00:03am
Forever Breathes The Lonely Word
From my Father this strong heart
From Mother the fear
From the soil the rage
From the afternoon storm
(Into which I entered, Stage Left)
The humility, before and after,
Actors circle the backdrop of a new play.
The day’s final breath bathes in
Industrial fumes, diesel, space hubris
Sky dust falls unheralded -
Its regal silence answers the question:
“How can you write poetry in a place like this?”
Are we merely trying to read
The braille of the years between
With stumped fingers?
Desengano drums from a...
From Mother the fear
From the soil the rage
From the afternoon storm
(Into which I entered, Stage Left)
The humility, before and after,
Actors circle the backdrop of a new play.
The day’s final breath bathes in
Industrial fumes, diesel, space hubris
Sky dust falls unheralded -
Its regal silence answers the question:
“How can you write poetry in a place like this?”
Are we merely trying to read
The braille of the years between
With stumped fingers?
Desengano drums from a...
#love
#hope
#universe
#fate
#illness
328 reads
3 Comments
Strangeways_Rob
Poem Published
4th Apr 2020 00:03am
4th Apr 2020 00:03am
Forever Breathes The Lonely Word
From my Father this strong heart
From Mother the fear
From the soil the rage
From the afternoon storm
(Into which I entered, Stage Left)
The humility, before and after,
Actors circle the backdrop of a new play.
The day’s final breath bathes in
Industrial fumes, diesel, space hubris
Sky dust falls unheralded -
Its regal silence answers the question:
“How can you write poetry in a place like this?”
Are we merely trying to read
The braille of the years between
With stumped fingers?
Desengano drums from a...
From Mother the fear
From the soil the rage
From the afternoon storm
(Into which I entered, Stage Left)
The humility, before and after,
Actors circle the backdrop of a new play.
The day’s final breath bathes in
Industrial fumes, diesel, space hubris
Sky dust falls unheralded -
Its regal silence answers the question:
“How can you write poetry in a place like this?”
Are we merely trying to read
The braille of the years between
With stumped fingers?
Desengano drums from a...
#love
#hope
#universe
#fate
#illness
328 reads
3 Comments
missjem56
Poem Published
25th Dec 2024 7:51pm
25th Dec 2024 7:51pm
What Xmas?
ive been awake for about one hour (since about 6:30pm) best laid plans didn't come together. i still hadn't got to sleep by 8am this xmas morning, but thinking that part 2 of my plan for 1200 Postcards may still be on. but then i fell ill, collapsed on my bedroom floor sweating profusely, panting, and nausea, so was grateful about 20 minutes later i was able to make my way to the bathroom, and finally back to bed, asleep by 9:30 am, so have just slept for 9 hours. the day is not over, but i don't fancy a xmas dinner (i can do that tomorrow, so still got that to look forward to, yum!) but for...
#Christmas
#disappointment
#illness #LifeAsAWriter
#illness #LifeAsAWriter
36 reads
0 Comments
missjem56
Poem Published
25th Dec 2024 7:51pm
25th Dec 2024 7:51pm
What Xmas?
ive been awake for about one hour (since about 6:30pm) best laid plans didn't come together. i still hadn't got to sleep by 8am this xmas morning, but thinking that part 2 of my plan for 1200 Postcards may still be on. but then i fell ill, collapsed on my bedroom floor sweating profusely, panting, and nausea, so was grateful about 20 minutes later i was able to make my way to the bathroom, and finally back to bed, asleep by 9:30 am, so have just slept for 9 hours. the day is not over, but i don't fancy a xmas dinner (i can do that tomorrow, so still got that to look forward to, yum!) but for...
#Christmas
#disappointment
#illness #LifeAsAWriter
#illness #LifeAsAWriter
36 reads
0 Comments
missjem56
Poem Published
25th Dec 2024 7:51pm
25th Dec 2024 7:51pm
What Xmas?
ive been awake for about one hour (since about 6:30pm) best laid plans didn't come together. i still hadn't got to sleep by 8am this xmas morning, but thinking that part 2 of my plan for 1200 Postcards may still be on. but then i fell ill, collapsed on my bedroom floor sweating profusely, panting, and nausea, so was grateful about 20 minutes later i was able to make my way to the bathroom, and finally back to bed, asleep by 9:30 am, so have just slept for 9 hours. the day is not over, but i don't fancy a xmas dinner (i can do that tomorrow, so still got that to look forward to, yum!) but for...
#Christmas
#disappointment
#illness #LifeAsAWriter
#illness #LifeAsAWriter
36 reads
0 Comments
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