Be Sick Poems - Poems about Be Sick

My heart cries With no tears and no sounds But not less sadness and sorrow Aging, sickness and disabilities come one by one Happiness and youth comes and goes Nothing in this world will last Maybe only love in my heart Or maybe in your memory...

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He rubbed my feet while he raped me....

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Wanna know what unhinged looks like, America? You’re looking at it. The Biden era is over thank God, and with Trump back in the White House normalcy and sanity and common sense returns. Congratulations to American Eagle jeans for leading the way. Woketards can drown their sorrows with a can of Bud Light....

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A blank page, A blank mind, My thoughts consumed by one thing… You. I tried burying myself in organising, And even then you pop up everywhere, It’s like my brain won’t stop, I can’t do anything without you, Or so it seems. I’m shaking just thinking about losing you, But yet there’s a peace in me, I know you’ll be fine, I know you’ll come back, I know… I...

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Double time hits for the ceiling — The clouds of white smoke, the healing Childhood in my skin finally relaxes Everyone around me in lapses Coffee forms the swollen cheeks With history's pick of bean Water remembers Water pushed under embers The percolator Like some wound drips her. Eyes on the preppy barista — Maybe we both see in similar vistas She writes down...

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girl and her daddy are in the doctor’s waiting room neither of them appears to be sick she looks especially well. Her eyes are bright, and she is moving around like a bubble She smiles at me and waves. I wave back, glad to see her. Maybe they are here for a camp check-up? She turns and regurgitates all over the seat. Her...

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It’s the darkness, flooding the silent room A still so bitter it flows, splashing fears Weary as the moments I would never presume Pierce the heart with feelings, frantic tears It’s the night, breathing in echoes of anxiety Murmuring shadows who still the soul Wiping out the silhouettes of notoriety Following the screams of a dread’s control It’s the dusk, ending twilight’s...

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Metaphor and simile have been with the human race for thousands of years. This is my English translation of an excerpt from an ancient Egyptian poem estimated to be around 4,000 years old: Excerpt from "Dialogue of a Misanthrope with his Soul" (ancient Egyptian poem circa 2000 BC) loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch Death lies before me: like a...

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Sickness can turn your house into a personal jail When friends come to visit you use anything as a veil The moments you lose track of the day and time If you need medicine you would spend every dime To pass the time you watch old episodes on Netflix Eating soup for dinner and inhaling vapors of vicks It feels like...

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Palestine Sins ... Israel is indeed reincarnated sin Genocide actions ...

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Someone saw me crying the other day They didn't know me but asked if I was okay I sniffled and said someone I know is dying It's not perfectly true so I feel bad for lying It's not an old family member or a friend of mine But it's the me I used to know that's dying I can't get out...

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Warm yellow light. Chilly, for indoor. Soft, soothing, piano. Music— Door slides open. A man walks in, his eyes— Rain’s wailing outside. He talks to the nurse. His voice hoarse like sand— Flash, lightening. Raindrops darken the dusty walk— Thunder. He sinks into the bench beside me. Stinging smell of cigarette butts— Another thunder. Door slides close and muffles it. Nurse says my name. I walk into the doctor’s— A muffled thunder. I don’t...

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Well I wonder If I sleep, Will tonight be good dreams? Or will the nightmares of the day continue on? And if my sleep will not come Will new worries cease to start? Or am I doomed to worry till I'm gone? And I wonder. My wife She's far away In our home that she's made From the broken timbers of my...

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Polly Pleasance was seven years old, like the decade soon is going; She had so many pretty dollies, like deep purple pansies, showing. Polly took care of her dear friends, for love's always taken seriously; Buying doll clothes with her allowance, like night, adorned deliriously! They were admired, and the envy of friends. She had so many dolls! As magenta...

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I didn’t expect this – it came quickly, without warning I couldn’t hide. It left me with no choice – but to go to war, battling the deafening poison, the affliction feeling like the deafening crash thunder raging, pouring out its fury I didn’t ever imagine this would come to be, silencing the courage that I’d once felt, giving my plans a...

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