Health Poems | Examples of Health Poetry

Beat the heat, beat the heat You’re on the hotseat Beat the heat, you’re on the hotseat Drink lots of water, drink lots of water You really had...

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How did it get to be July Same way I’m now seventy-five I never paid attention I’ve calendar-dementia Ought to repent while I’m alive ...

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Exhaustion was a burden she would always have to carry A lingering shadow that gave her no peace Even haunting her in her sleep Her most notable feature Was her eye bags so heavy They begged to be heard Screamed to be released Hoping someone will save her from the abyss Of Exhaustion Tired from a life of always running Away...

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I wrote something a while ago I was mad that you were back But now I feel myself letting go It's all numb and the anger I lack I am giving in to you again Hold my writes out And let you tie them "Why can't you just figure this out" The thought sparks in my head And stabs through my heart The glass shatters...

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To the body I wish I could see Why oh why can't you be me I wish the work I do in the morning Would show instead of the cautious warning That nothing I do will stay And that layer of fat will remain anyway Clinging relentlessly to my belly and hips Oh how I wish you could see my ribs...

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I never said I was sane. I didn’t claim perfection no, I lean more towards distain. Compare, internalize, never share. Crazy, imperfect thoughts run everywhere but never straight. They don’t play the sane part long enough to call fun, so I can enjoy a day without feeling emotionally imprisoned. Sanity is not a noun that...

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It took many years for me to love me For rich or for poor the body keeps the score. Society is always on the go no time to be still, no time to chill, we are expected to go with the flow To be authentic, eccentric quirky, society resents this to be different in society’s eyes is...

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It brings to mind a question: why? Why does the river run? Does it need to? Why is it considered peaceful? And can it be obtained by other means? And then it fades and the river runs dry. The red one and the river of my eyes. I fill the river bank so no one will know. No one will learn of my...

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Tears are etched into my face and pillow In the mirror I see and in self pity I wallow Memories return from that of last night To put it simply, the events still cause quite a fright Put in more complex version It was a hellish mental excursion...

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How can you connect with someone who's just not there? Like you can sense their presence but all it is is air The life of a ghost isn't easy No one notices when you begin to feel sick and queasy You unwillingly lie with a smile It takes a while But you begin to feel the numb Of the loneliness that you...

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Turning my body in on itself Crawling inside of my skin Turning my eyes backwards Getting a glance at within...

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Inspired by Healing of Childhood Wounds. Don't mistake Connection or Familiarity with Love or a Relationship. Just because we have experienced Chaos and Heartbreak as "Normal", doesn't mean it's Good. Love shouldn't give you Stress, Anxiety, Pain, Emotional Upheaval or Confusion. Love should feel like Calm, Peace, Happiness, Joy, Safety, and Home. The relationships I...

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Pain that rips across my head Like a bullet in the sky Other problems are the cause Answers to which belie Clearly it’s not straightforward As a multi-faceted mind plight The road still being navigated With no clear end in sight What does it take, one wonders To strip me from this shell I must somehow battle endless angst And fight my way out of this...

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His mind was an abyss Of emotions And endless questions Of the world around him He wasn't much of a speaker But he was definitely a thinker His mind was a safe place Where he could speak freely Without being harmed He hated the outside world He was scared if he stepped outside He was afraid the racists might strike So instead he...

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The feeling of your mind loosing itself... Victimized by the power of others ... Thinking how you even aloud yourself to allow others to dictate your mind.... MANIPULATION.... What's real, what's reality, what's possible, what's impossible...... Racing thoughts,mind control,fear of loosing thy self..... Coping with all the words and actions,determining what the is really going on... Your beliefs,questioned by your...

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