Best Chronic Poems

~~Chronic Pink~~ 
(Parents Peril * The Nightmare)


Evil sits and whispers - sweet lullabies
Chimes within my head,
Damnation scratches at my conscious
Of what was and is!

ASLEEP……………….

Water runs down my toes
Rain taps at my windowpane
A fear; I relive my childhood days
~~Dark April showers bring in a chronic look~~
Motions...

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Pain is a constant
Like the ticks of a clock
Counting out the agony of my existence
Without pain, there is no life
Or is there?
Is there an old shoe box in my brain
Where lies the faded picture of a better time?
I am afraid.
If I knew that others surf...

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'If chronic pain were Olympic sport'

Morning shocks me with a jolt
Night time flies like Usain Bolt
If dream of sleep were 'lympic pride
My pain within I'd win not hide
If feeling tired, was winning gold 
My chronic illness medal hold
We would be there chasing Mo
If energy won...

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Chronic Pain – The Beginning


You snuck into my life in the 1998th of May,
Everything about me wishes that you’d go away,
My whole being longs to feel good strong and well,
But for the last 18 years each day has nothing new to tell,
Chronic pain I hate...

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how chronic is your life
when your about to die
when you know
it was just 
a matter of time 
how chronic was your life 
when you know it was because 
they (doctor) won't treat you right 
how chronic is it, when 
there is too many of us...

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I gave it all up
every time
as long
as it was next week...

So surreal
the more I did
the more I laughed
out of context...

Escaping reality
so harder 
to cope
when it was re-imagined..

Then I imagined
all the bill collectors
as little
voodoo dolls..

They all
had needles
in their mouths
But, I don't care,

I'm holding 
the dagger..HaHaHaha!
~ ~...

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Pretty
Sadly
Needy
Pushy

Limping slowly pretty sadly shy
Anger rises needy pushy pain.

Contest: tyburn sponsored by Dr. Ram...

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I was on my ambivalent fence
about who to watch watch the solar eclipse,
my alcoholic allies
or the designer THC corporate investors.

Wherever it was,
we read excerpts from two permaculture designers,
to get our minds ready for this great transitional event.

Robin Wall Kimmerer,
an Elder Native American
permaculture designer and teacher
of...

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Politics season
Sans rhyme and reason
Never-ending blitz
Constant News Network
Won’t give it a rest

Traffic today
Bumper stickers’
Noted absence
Relief, not grief

Excitement 
Is absent
Root against

Trump chump
Hill pill

Lose.

3/22/16...

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Good Morning Pain
Another day, Old Friend
Silent and invisible 
Besides the cracking of my joints
and the pounding in my head
Every Day You And Me
I've grown tired of the misery
Its easier to sleep you away
At least I can't feel you then
But there you are the next morning
You...

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Oh sing to me once more
The melodious tune of breeze
Thru glass of tormented soul
I feel the shout they bore.

Thus whisper to me once more
The beauty of the world I live
Thru crystal words you might to utter
I feel those light touch my wrinkled skin.

Oh caress me...

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CHRONIC MELANCHOLIC-IAN MUNYWE
You are a chronic melancholic,
critics` labels are emphatic.
Allegations rooted in phonetics,
assertions cemented in logic.
They often spark thoughts,
Am I a chronic melancholic?
With objective prejudice they device,
means ways methods of advice.
We must save this sinking case,
lest in society we lose our place.
To obfuscate truth to...

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Not sure how fond I am of this write very different style to my usual genre. #experimenting 

Well look whos back again
My old compardra 
My closest companion chronic pain 
What a lovely way to see in the new year 
And spend new year's Day 
Alone...

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When traveling a stretch of life's highway
Does it feel like it's uphill both ways?
Does it feel like winter's twelve months long?
Do you work like a dog for small pay?

Well welcome to a newly formed club
The Association of Chronic Bellyachers
We meet every Thursday at the crack...

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15 years I have been a prisoner
I was the victim of identity theft 
Who I was, that person was stolen, 
And it was I who had to do the time
Despite not being the culprit of the crime  
Half my life was taken away from...

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