Best Arthritis Poems
DURING MY WORLDLY TRAVELS, I MET ARTHUR ITIS.
TO TELL YOU THE TRUTH HE WASN'T THE BRIGHTEST.
HIS GOAL IN LIFE IS DISTRIBUTING PAIN.
HE LOVES TO ACT UP DURING WINTER AND RAIN,
I WAS ONCE AT A PARTY, HOSTED BY MR. GRIM REAPER.
I WAS BOUNCING AROUND WHEN I SPOTTED A KEEPER.
FASCINATINGLY ATTRACTIVE, WITH A SCIENTIFIC TYPE NAME.
SHE SIMPLY PREFERRED, BEING CALLED MARY JANE.
HER PURPOSE IN LIFE IS TO DRIVE AWAY PAIN,
FROM THOSE PLAGUED WITH ARTHRITIS EVEN MENTALLY INSANE.
HER WORK IS AMAZING, ESPECIALLY HER JELLS.
QUITE THE RELIEF FOR THOSE LIVING IN HELL.
SHE'S THE LIFE OF THE PARTY, WITH A BAD REPUTATION.
IN THE MEDICAL WORLD, SHE'S KNOW ACROSS NATIONS.
SO HERE WE STAND BETWEEN RIGHT AND WRONG.
AND ALL WE WANT IS ARTHRITIS BE GONE.
Pain from joint to joint
or am I losing my mind
hello artritis
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 :)
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Tautogram Poems Poetry Contest
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1st place in the contest
these bones of mine
held me together
why are you aching now?
by Robert (Bob) Moore © 2016
For all who suffer Arthritic pain
they know when it’s going to rain
aches in joints, won’t go away
just got to get through another day
We all have it to some degree
I know you feel it more than me
I try to support you when I can
and do some jobs, but I’m just a man
Can’t do the wash the way you like
I think it’s only in your psych
blacks and whites don’t wash together
hang things out, but watch the weather
That can fade, hang inside out
that will need three pegs no doubt
hang by the top, to keep it straight
coat hanger there, to take the weight
cooking needs a whole new plan
I used to cook as a single man
but eggs and bacon wont suit her needs
something fancy, full of seeds
Steak Dianne, that sounds real nice
Worcester sauce and oven fries
thickened cream and parsley fine
a dash of Brandy, or maybe wine
I really wish that I could do it
people say there’s nothing to it
if that’s what she wants, then all I say
you can make it, when your better eh.
Housekeeping is where I really shine
vacuum, dusting, it all looks fine
don’t move the armchairs, don’t look behind
‘cause if you do, then dust you’ll find
Then into the bathroom, that’s a lovely place
scrub the grout and tiles, till you can see your face
all the glass and mirrors, must be bright and clean
and finish with the toilet bowl, polished to a sparkling sheen.
I proudly say “I’m Finished” (it’s taken me 2 days)
and now comes the inspection, to learn the error of my ways
that’s nice she says, its saved me time, and I’m feeling better too
and the rain may clear tomorrow, so thanks a lot to you.
(she’s nice)
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 go away,
We all have those minor distresses
Unfortunately, Arthritis plans to stay!
Written September 10, 2022
My will
stronger
than my body
I am
stubborn
to the bone
You arise slow as fingers aching,
and soon an entire hand is shaking.
Then, bandit the feeling in toes taking,
hijacking feet so each step is hard making.
Creeping- until all joints feel like breaking.
In the end no part does not throb,
pilferer of strength to even turn a knob.
I hear you laugh enjoying your inside job,
pirate, all I can do is be quite still and sob.
I take pills to keep you subdued,
they give a short but sweet interlude;
but you came back in a vengeful mood.
I heard yoga would keep you calm,
and got on line a secret magic joint balm.
You just went about your work! Arthritis, I hate your name !
Often you stab me with daggers breathtaking,
eluding scientific experiments you invading snob.
You twist and turn fingers and toes so they protrude,
the pain so great I am left weeping and calling for my mom,
but you have no mercy, no receding and on you go with no shame.
_____________________________
January 27, 2018
Poetry/Rhyme/The Thief: Arthritis
Copyright Protected, ID 18-986-592-01
All Rights Reserved. Written Under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, Minuanetta
sponsor, Gregory R Barden (Theme - Chremaphism)
Fourth Place
Paralyzed in a tranquil trance,
She stared at the white blank page, terrified,
visualizing a perfect storm, robust and rugged
Then her metacarpals mobilized, resulting
in a mortified tableau of a raging wave,
her pawn trapped,
she sculpted that death defying
dance,
perfection,
marred by a sadistic smile,,,
her first work of art
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. Hyper Tension
and
Mr. Permanent Mistakes.
They are not as much fun as Youth, Hope, and Faith.
I sure wish I could find the town called Past.
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
Antique dog
lies sleeping in sun
arthritis
ARTHRITIS
Does arthritis sap your will...
The pain of it you need your pill...
Rub peanut oil to fix this ill...
For rheumatiz also instill...
Get it at the supermarket you will...
Sights not good you say old friend ...
Slow roll your head around the shoulders bend (gently)...
Move your head back forward and around...
Feel the crunch and drive the calcium down...
Or slowly push the head back and roll it right...
To all extremities to improve your sight...
Smell, hearing , taste etc...
Of castor oil here's what they say ....
Rub on the wart to go away...
A mole will do the same, insist...
Just rub it on till they're dismissed...
You are constipated bad you say...
The bowel don't move its hard as clay...
Warm castor oil packs on your stomach, wait...
And you'll be back to normal mate...
Don Johnson
[email protected]
There is nothing to gain
From all this pain
I wish it would rain
Healing snowflakes on me
Then I would shout with glee
I'm free! Free to dance on the floor
Everyone will smile galore
And say, "What grace and energy she has!"
Then all the pain will be in my past...
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 to be stuck on a wheelchair
I knew I needed something to give
Give way so that I could see the light
A light at the end of the tunnel
For I was going through a dark phase
The pain was loud my ears couldn't bare
And my teeth would gnaw as I tried to set the foot down
Each time I'd limp back to my seat
And watch on at just how arthritis had taken a toll
At the eleventh hour, when the time was neigh
The meds kicked in and slowly I was back to my feet
After two weeks of medicating, I'd chosen this bitter pill
Over the other pill, for I still had to fight for I had a lot to look forward to
The PO£T