Arthritis Poems - Poems about Arthritis

Arthritis in my knees, my buttocks and my toes Arthritis in my elbows, my calves, and my nose Age brought arthritis into me good and hard. I’m sure there’s a poem in this, said the optimistic bard....

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END TIMES : ONE [Poet’s Note : This poem arose out of a play on quote in Bible by Christ : “I will open my mouth in parables. I will utter things hidden since the creation of the world…This is how it will be at the end of the age…: Matt 13 : 31 I likewise...

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I have arthritis in both ankles Of course there are probably worse places. But at this second, when I cannot walk, I cannot imagine where these places are....

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Fifty-one autumns ago on a vibrant blue sky morn, I was running in my high school girl's cross-country race in Bethpage Park, Long Island, N.Y., as many ponytails bounced under canopies of red, orange, yellow leaves on the runner's trails, my young strong legs pumped earnestly as I inhaled and exhaled the briskly fresh air. I finished third, after another girl and...

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After years of struggling with my knee Years of being stuck to a needle When I was sure I couldn't take another blow Doctors came and told me my other knee was shot It had been struck with osteoarthritis And there was need to use two crutches Cause if I didn't I'd make it worse And I was too afraid...

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Antique dog lies sleeping in sun arthritis...

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Autumn sneaks early into September With cloudy days and cooler temp, A feeling of fall in the morning air Arthritis is back, causing me to limp. Thank goodness for dear ol’ Ben Gay With his sweet smell of peppermint, He helps me make it through the day By applying his soothing, minty scent. The pain is real, the ache depresses With stiffness that won’t...

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I once knew a man named Youth. He lived nearby. He had friends named Hope and Faith. They lived nearby too. The youth moved away. Hope and Faith soon followed him. They all moved to a town called Past. I cannot find it. It is not on the map. It is gone. My new neighbors are, Mr. Arthur Itis, Ms. Regret Decisions, Ms....

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Arthritis in my finger Arthritis in my toe All day long Wherever I do go Aches and pains With every step or poke Taking my energy Aging is not a joke Arthritis in my wrist Arthritis in my knee I wish I had been as careful As others seemed to be...

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Is my finger broken or has arthritis set in? It’s swollen, pink, sore and no longer thin. The nurse asked if I fell. I say no. Then I remembered the day of the snow. I fell on concrete steps. If hurt a great deal. It happened at work, but here is my real… I went through workman’s comp a long time...

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In its grip, each bone to chafe and grind All joints, regifted vestibules of pain Motion stalls, as swelling wraps each limb Sleep the angry victim —time’s revenge (Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2020)...

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Ask anyone about autumn's air and arthritis - Already appear at aunt's arms and ankles - Accepting affliction 24/10/2019 Sun :) - A-L Andresen :) Copyright © All Rights Reserved Tautogram Poems Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Eve Roper 1st place in the contest...

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Wrinkled forehead creases as he looks at me From the burgundy sofa where he lives most days Free of things like water bills and car payments He lies down to eat and drag slowly on a cigarette The smoke fills the breathing space up again And I wish he could quit taking of the nicotine Yet I know that his addiction...

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Finding sickness a problem came with some solutions science.That’s sickness is an art also a human resource.Arthritis is the source.What it is?Art Hr Is It,sickness an art also a human resource all what Arthritis,is!...

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Why don’t we hastily clean that last room, I hear my traitor side say. You moron, I’ve already cleaned two inches of kitchen. I need to play. Now, says the intense voice, unfriendly, and decisively hard. Forgetting I am no cleaner or cook, now that I am a bard. Ouch! Yells my right ankle. Gone is my right...

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