Best Coma Poems

I smile at you
From deep within the folds of consciousness
Where, they say, no recognition does exist
I feel your hands and hear your voice
And smile at you

I see you
While drip drips to moist my burning eyes
There is no vision, nothing to recognize they say
I see your...

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want to lie here forever
in this place where you never leave
hidden here for so long
fate made you breathe
made me find you all over again

to wake is to hurt
unconscious is comfort
where i never have to let you go

forever is not long enough
i will hold you till...

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I smile at you
From deep within the folds of consciousness
Where, they say, no recognition does exist
I feel your hands and hear your voice
And smile at you

I see you
While drip drips to moist my burning eyes
There is no vision, nothing to recognize they say
I see your...

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She was lava lamp pliable
Easily moved and positioned
Flippy floppy appendages 

Ridiculously compliant
Rare signs of life
Loud breathing

Danger of falling
Bed sore bound
Six year coma...

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Life has cruel ways of muting emotions
Over time in how we treat each other
Manifest and shameful self promotion
At the expense of loved one’s own druthers

Forgetting the passion igniting fire
With the excuse we’re busy and stressed
Denies quite natural human desire
Honesty and fidelity to test

Love backs up...

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Life and death on a video game
their punching buttons not responsive
to hospital gadgets and electromagnetic technologies.
Consciousness is pinned to extinctions wall
and disappearance in court
advocating for a permanent roommate.

Every stepping win shows the direction
to which this soul is destined.
Existence is in a pitiful mood
with just its...

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Sleep has become my savior 
Dreams now my manifest destiny
Construing the world for me
Calming the chaos of my waking mind 
My conscious plays little games 
To create a sense of order
Then some sort of Messiah rescues me
And gives me blissful shelter
Why wouldn't I want to...

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COMMA     COMA


The difference  between a cat and a comma, as you know,
         Is that one has claws at the end of its paws, 
        ...

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vocation to bloom
puzzled buds in dizziness ...
spring smiles soothingly


20 February 2022...

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Oh! I miss your spontaneous laughter,
the mischievous, bright glint in your eyes;
everything around you is quiet
just like my heart which silently cries.
I wish you could acknowledge my words
and respond when I gently touch you.
No-one now bothers to kiss away
my tears as they unrelenting flow;
for I...

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Will i tend to forget
The innermost part
Of my memory
Interfere with my plans
Doubt the existence
Of this translucent layer
Will the signs of my weak 
Body disappear
...
Epileptic thoughts
Anonymous crashes
Hallucinating phases
An eternal vexation
A dizzy maze
A painful exhalation
...
Will i tend to lose my sanity
When i wake up,
Will the truth be...

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Mr. Robinson’s going into a coma 
Slowly… gradually… 
All his family’s seeing him 
But nothing to do anything 
Mr. Robinson’s going into a coma 
What a deep sleep it’s! 
How much long a death is it? 
Little by little Mr. Robinson’s 
going to be unconscious…...

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In the avalanche, I lost track of my guiding light.
I fled my fireside. I had to evacuate my homestead. 
Driven far astray by frenetic frozen fright,
I was just a cowardly racing rescuing airhead.

The wounded wooden face of my brother
lugged away by paramedics in a wheelchair.
My...

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The third surgery didn’t work
He tells her there can be another one. 
He lies. Struggles to look in her eyes

She apologizes from a restless state
"I Won’t be here to see them graduate.
I won’t live to see Christmas will I?"
“You’ll have the best Christmas ever.”

Doesn’t take...

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death did not enter the room
death built the room I was in

a saga worth being exhumed
death did not enter the room

seeds of guile indeed did bloom
slow, malignant, and close to sin

death did not enter the room
death built the room I was in...

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