Asthma Poems

asthma

I saw American maiden with the  choky  breath 
Panting sideways with the teary face .
I recently listned the siren of ambulance 
And family sobs and I went past to her 
Unfortunately, the ambulance left 


It was a painful tragedy 
Which made kins cried 
I was anxious and tensed 
When  friends rosed questions

a wheeze and a whistle

every breath was a wheeze
sometimes it sounded more like a whistle
who was making this sound?

I stilled myself the best I could
my nose was whistling
my mouth was wheezing

two perks of being an asthmatic
add the perk of having to struggle to breathe
and you are part of this party

Incarnation

Having been so long untouched,
I’d become a child beyond touch
and unclean.

So, when suffocatingly
roused from a nightmare of death
to unbreathable silence
in an oxygen tent, I cried

afraid of dying alone.

From somewhere
        (outside of all darkness)
you appeared
	(starched-pinafored and perfumed
	 a student nurse working nights
	 after classes)
bringer of light
restorer of air
redeemer.

At your

asthma is breathlessly scary

asthma is not kind
its an awful way to die
breathlessly scary

Asthma Plus Miasma

A student battling with Asthma
And vaporous Miasma
Wouldn't he pack up Charisma?
Soon, confront the sure dilemma
Of suspending his Diploma 
Or sniffing Hard Work's aroma...

Espy I do Anathema,
Its picture clearest cinema:
A man from a great deal barred
And a future that might be marred...

Worse than malfunctional plasma 
Bad Asthma plus Bad Miasma!

Asthma 2

It hits targets like A Blizzard,
Victim, breathing-wise A Lizard;
Amynophilline in one’s vein
Expected Rescue sometimes vain…

For widening The Air Chambers
And dousing of The Red Embers
Marax Tabs that quicken The Heart Beat
But effects not often The Sweet…

Helped by Cough you are just finished!
You hang on to life, The Punished!
Heaven or Hell you just wait for me:
Have I

My Dying Mother Irene On 19th November 1997

Listen to her death certificate’ 
Who’d  fought for life’s duplicate
“Severe Anorexia
Secondary to status asthmaticus”.

Oh! How it  had rung worse than Amnesia
And had meant some asthmatic curse.

Several struggle -out “God, Receive my soul’’
As death bell was about to toll
I, to the hilt, a struck-dumb spectator
For the longest seconds, tongue-tied commentator
Soon, rapidly pondering not why

Emma's Wonderland

My child has a love of poetry
It is rare, for she is only nine.
In her bare mind, words are potpourri
floating, rhyming by stanza, by line.

Holding a book ever so tightly
(it relieves the raw ache in her chest),
my sweet Emma floats almost nightly
carried by puffins in a bird nest.

She paints her pictures lying in bed
dreaming up

Asthma

Asthma

A dumbfounding struggle for what is plenty in the air,
The shortest of unsure breaths drawing,
The hesitant oxygen inwardly cursing;
A judging of the whole affair unfair.

My trachea thinking of its resignation letter,
Worsening the picture of Seeker of the Better;
My two lungs scheming to lock up their shop,
Evidently not touched that a life might drop!

A straight cash

Asthma Petri Dish

asthma petri dish
cigarette smoke in a car
children hostages

Asthma

Count 1, 2 or 3 failed breaths
Insatiable hunger in my chest
Breathe, struggle, gasp and yawn
My body drowns in the air

I always pull through, a fleeting ecstasy of relief
Feeling exhausted, I wish I could quit
The next battle begins

-Note-
Hopefully some of the awesome people I met on PoetrySoup 3 years ago are still here. It's admittedly been

What Does Good Feel Like

My head is a giant ball of hurt.
I doubt I would feel a Mack truck 
If it ran over my head today
For I am already that sore.

I had heard of a head cold
But this is ridiculous.
I am so over being sick
So totally over it

Yet here I am in the throes of death
Wishing I had my

Asthma Wheezing Kept Me Alive Today

My asthma wheezing has kept me home today.
Saving my life no doubt, in a most wonderful way.
Winter advisory is on her way to dance and play.
No one who wants to live should be out today.

One of my inhalers is at school, but not a worry.
The birds and the squirrels are all a flurry.
There are things

February 2019 Give Me a Taste

I am looking forward to you February
You usually give me an asthma episode,
Squeezing my throat with your cold air,
Sending me to the hospital.

Not this year, not 2019.
This year I will finish the valentines day party,
Confident and pleased that you did not kill me 
That you did not get me down, or upset me.

I am looking

Done It Once Done It Twice

Done it once, and done it twice. Done it simple, and done it nice.
Done it a thousand times today. She is called breathing, and she don’t play.
Done it once and done it twice. If you’re an asthmatic, you roll the dice.
If you’re an asthmatic, you had better understand her way.

If you’re an asthmatic, an inhaler

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