Poems About Illness by Top Critiquers
#illness
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
20th Jan 2025 12:34pm
20th Jan 2025 12:34pm
Freaking Out
I was in my car, parked in a seedy shopping center on the outskirts of town
I was going out of my fucking head man
Not laughing or crying or anything man
I felt nothing!
Just freaking out in my head
I couldn't feel a fucking thing
Didn't know who I was or what I was, or if i was anything at all
I was totally freaking out dude
I guess I shouldn't have eaten that Whopper, with McDonald's French Fries, a Strawberry Milkshake and then went to Dunkin Donuts to buy a dozen donuts.
That shit will drive you fucking insane!
Next time I'll just...
I was going out of my fucking head man
Not laughing or crying or anything man
I felt nothing!
Just freaking out in my head
I couldn't feel a fucking thing
Didn't know who I was or what I was, or if i was anything at all
I was totally freaking out dude
I guess I shouldn't have eaten that Whopper, with McDonald's French Fries, a Strawberry Milkshake and then went to Dunkin Donuts to buy a dozen donuts.
That shit will drive you fucking insane!
Next time I'll just...
#fiction
#food
#illness
#MentalHealth
#satirical
82 reads
13 Comments
Her
Poem Published
16th Feb 2025 1:10am
16th Feb 2025 1:10am
Untouched
I wonder who will notify my family
When I’ve passed
Who will tell the world
That I’m gone
Will my words be enough
To show how much I fought
What I’ve overcome
Will my voice be forgotten
Will my pages fade
Become Meaningless
Untouched
When I’ve passed
Who will tell the world
That I’m gone
Will my words be enough
To show how much I fought
What I’ve overcome
Will my voice be forgotten
Will my pages fade
Become Meaningless
Untouched
#illness
162 reads
summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
24th Jan 2025 2:38pm
24th Jan 2025 2:38pm
~the syneresis moon
his eyes are in a fixated
long stare at mine..
in a unbearably delicate
holding of so much
tears and words
he wants to
cry out
& say..
yet he’s here
in a determined
stagnant stare
shines his
the ever iron clad
pitch black coal
eyes.. only that
now the syneresing
irises are in a separating…
… as pulpy famine greys
with the inner broken
yet the somehow running
& holding patterns
of a crinkly petallous
sepia blooms..
fading out
to a distant ...
long stare at mine..
in a unbearably delicate
holding of so much
tears and words
he wants to
cry out
& say..
yet he’s here
in a determined
stagnant stare
shines his
the ever iron clad
pitch black coal
eyes.. only that
now the syneresing
irises are in a separating…
… as pulpy famine greys
with the inner broken
yet the somehow running
& holding patterns
of a crinkly petallous
sepia blooms..
fading out
to a distant ...
#family
#illness
#love
#moon
#support
144 reads
10 Comments
Solomon_Song
Poem Published
9th Aug 2021 7:38am
9th Aug 2021 7:38am
MY HEALTH GETS IN THE WAY (INSPIRED BY TRUELOVER'S POEM)
#erotic
#rhyming
#illness #IMissYou
#illness #IMissYou
396 reads
3 Comments
Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
12th Jan 2025 8:20pm
12th Jan 2025 8:20pm
Why do you do that to thyself
I can't really understand why do you do that to thyself, 🤔 for it's not going to change anything that you can't change thyself. FOR sure it's literally just a fix for a moment and then you find thyself, sometimes hurting in pain or be getting thoughts on killing yourself or hurting those who care deeply about you. 🤨 YET you continue to do what you do to thyself, thinking it's gonna help you navigate, through the darkness of the evil forces, that seems to control your thoughts calling you affecting your insight and life. Yet you still believe that it's helping you to cope with...
#addiction
#depression
#illness
#MentalHealth
#sadness
103 reads
0 Comments
crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
22nd Oct 2023 8:30pm
22nd Oct 2023 8:30pm
Fragile
Fragile in feeling I am weak
Wisdom is bringing me low
assailing my strength
such a bitter brew
I cannot stand against Him
shivering in my vulnerability
with reminders of my mortality
A chalice of humility
drinking from his loving cup
I implore why
given no answers
I go forward
Picking up the pieces I have left
fractured hope glares at me
suffocating my fancy
I choke on my own tears
they scald my face
leaving scars all too apparent
Wisdom is bringing me low
assailing my strength
such a bitter brew
I cannot stand against Him
shivering in my vulnerability
with reminders of my mortality
A chalice of humility
drinking from his loving cup
I implore why
given no answers
I go forward
Picking up the pieces I have left
fractured hope glares at me
suffocating my fancy
I choke on my own tears
they scald my face
leaving scars all too apparent
#love
#illness
225 reads
7 Comments
PoetSpeak
Poem Published
19th Apr 2020 10:37am
19th Apr 2020 10:37am
Corona Blues - NYC Love Story
My wife quarantined for 33 days
The first week was bad
Then she got slowly better
Enough so that we would take walks
Mask and gloves on
The whole time she was sick we were vigilant
Never letting up on hygiene and sanitizing
My black shoes have bleached souls
We are super careful
She still got sick
6 days out of quarantine and she’s had a relapse
I’m cooking again if you can call it that
My wife is a super caregiver
She takes care of cooking and cleaning and works part time
Walks dogs too
I work a...
The first week was bad
Then she got slowly better
Enough so that we would take walks
Mask and gloves on
The whole time she was sick we were vigilant
Never letting up on hygiene and sanitizing
My black shoes have bleached souls
We are super careful
She still got sick
6 days out of quarantine and she’s had a relapse
I’m cooking again if you can call it that
My wife is a super caregiver
She takes care of cooking and cleaning and works part time
Walks dogs too
I work a...
#love
#marriage
#illness
676 reads
22 Comments
backdeckbenny
Poem Published
3rd Mar 2025 10:14pm
3rd Mar 2025 10:14pm
Love each other or die.
I've been 'sick as a dog' the past 24 hours.
Fever,muscle and joint pain,fatigue,headache and upset stomach.
I never asked to get ill.
I didn't encourage it in any way either.
It just arrived to remind me of how fragile we all bloody are.
My illness will almost certainly pass within a few days but what about the poor bastards that suffer every single day.
They are the heroes of this world and I love every one of them.
Imagine being 'crook' and realising that's how it will always be.
Not sure I could do it.
Fever,muscle and joint pain,fatigue,headache and upset stomach.
I never asked to get ill.
I didn't encourage it in any way either.
It just arrived to remind me of how fragile we all bloody are.
My illness will almost certainly pass within a few days but what about the poor bastards that suffer every single day.
They are the heroes of this world and I love every one of them.
Imagine being 'crook' and realising that's how it will always be.
Not sure I could do it.
#illness
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0 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
18th May 2024 4:06am
18th May 2024 4:06am
Time to increase the dosage.
I'm out with the gout
all in my knee.
So woe is me,
without a doubt,
with my old right hip grousing about
in anatomic solidarity.
But I've some tricksy pills, ya see,
with an anti inflammation clout,
plus, a night of sleep will surely be
the route that puts the pain to rout.
Pleasant dreams 💞
all in my knee.
So woe is me,
without a doubt,
with my old right hip grousing about
in anatomic solidarity.
But I've some tricksy pills, ya see,
with an anti inflammation clout,
plus, a night of sleep will surely be
the route that puts the pain to rout.
Pleasant dreams 💞
#illness
165 reads
10 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
9th Mar 2025 3:00pm
9th Mar 2025 3:00pm
Presumed hunger
Premeditated situations
and pre-cooked annihilations.
Preheated eliminations,
precepts, losses, predators,
nothing changes the colors of poverty.
Chameleons are the rich ones
and they change, change color
and change again to a color they don't have.
The rich eat poverty for breakfast
so let's change directions,
change emotions,
and let's eat the rich
even though the rich are poor
in nutrients and proteins.
Since they have many colors,
we will eat them with our eyes
and season them...
and pre-cooked annihilations.
Preheated eliminations,
precepts, losses, predators,
nothing changes the colors of poverty.
Chameleons are the rich ones
and they change, change color
and change again to a color they don't have.
The rich eat poverty for breakfast
so let's change directions,
change emotions,
and let's eat the rich
even though the rich are poor
in nutrients and proteins.
Since they have many colors,
we will eat them with our eyes
and season them...
#corruption
#death
#greed
#illness
#poverty
65 reads
8 Comments
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
198 reads
8 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
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