Best Convalesce Poems
Across the sea in a far off land,
Hunkered down in a bombed out farmhouse, a soldier makes his final stand.
Seriously wounded, but no fear does he show,
As the enemy approaches, he’s locked and loaded and ready to go.
As darkness nears this may be his only break,
With night vision goggles on he is willing to give back as much as he must take.
If his ammo holds out he may have a chance,
In hopes that his squad can reach him in their forward advance.
As pain from his wounds are taking their toll.
A vision of getting home to his wife and young son is now his primary goal.
He wipes away sweat even though the weather is cold,
With no thought of quit he waits for whatever to unfold.
Rat-a-tat-tat, the machine guns make their report,
As he holds his fire, at the present, the ball is in his court.
They don’t know for sure he’s there as they try to draw his fire,
As he huddles close to the ground in his own blood and mire.
All at once they are upon him as he raises to shoot,
But the enemy falls before he does and it takes a moment for this to compute.
Then he spots his comrades as they make there way to him,
He said you guys are a sight for sore eyes, he said my chances were getting pretty slim.
They get him to a med-o-vac and back to base,
As they work feverishly to save his life, he loses an arm in this ongoing race.
Weak and weary, they ship him back to the states,
To convalesce, and thank God that his arm, the price he paid for our freedom was to be his
only fate.
He thanked the Lord for sparing him one arm to hold his wife and little son,
He thanked the Lord that he got to come home and his battle was done.
He thanked the Lord for a country that embraced him in his darkest hour,
And to the Lord he gave all Glory and Thanks for His Almighty Power.
Categories:
convalesce, devotion, recovery from..., warwife,
Form:
Verse
Unlike the opaque, and shadowed depths which must be stirred;
Moving only when senses or wisdom are blurred.
As emotions dart, here, and there;
Fleeting like a shimmering flash, in the darkest of lair.
Healthy spirits wise to the current’s ebbs and sways;
Intertwining before, during, evermore, and always.
Droplets converge, streams become a river;
Tumbling and turning, but each drop a giver.
Varied in movement, but progressing none-the-less;
The mighty torrents of the waterfall do convalesce.
Supporting each other, connected at the core;
Each atom of being begging to give more.
Categories:
convalesce, addiction, change, drug, growth,
Form:
Rhyme
FIVE DOLLAR FRIDAY AT SAFEWAY,MY FAVORITE DAY OF THE WEEK.......
FROM EIGHT PIECES OF GOLDEN FRIED CHICKEN,AND MORE,BESIDES THAT I MUST SPEAK.............
BESIDES OF GOLDEN FRIED CHICKEN,THERE'S SO MUCH,SO MUCH,MUCH MORE.....
UPON THAT GOOD OL' FRIDAY,AT SAFEWAY,I ADORE....
SWEETS,FRESH FRUIT,AND PASTRIES....
ONLY UPON A FIVE DOLLAR FRIDAY....AT SAFEWAY....BE.............
MY FAVORITE SAFEWAY;AT "THE ISLAND.......'SOUTH SHORE DRIVE'.......
OF ALAMEDA", UPON ANY FRIDAY TO BE HAPPY,FREE,AS WELL..AS ALIVE.....!
FIVE DOLLAR FRIDAY,IS THE BEST..........
TO SAVE LOTS OF MONEY,UPON THE WEST...........
BUT...FIVE DOLLAR FRIED CHICKEN,I'LL TRY TO BE TRUE..........
INSTEAD OF ONE BASKET,HELL.......I'LL JUST PURCHASE TWO!
AND WHILE I'M AT IT,I'LL GET SOMETHING ELSE..........
TO LAST A WHILE,WHILE I'LL CONVALESCE.........
I'LL NEED SOME PROTEIN,AND IRON,TOO..........
AND GOOD,GOLDEN,FRIED CHICKEN,OF PLENTY...WILL PERFECTLY JUST DO...!
AND,I MAY SOUND REAL GREEDY........
BUT,IT'S JUST COMMON SENSE..........
FIVE DOLLAR FRIDAY,IS WORTH SAVING A LOT OF DOLLARS AND CENTS!
BUT,I'M REALLY NEEDY.................
FOR THEM EIGHT PIECES OF GOLDEN FRIED CHICKEN TO GO...........
AND IF I CANNOT HAVE IT HOT,THEN I'LL GLADLY TAKE IT COLD..............
FIVE DOLLAR FRIDAY AT SAFEWAY...HERE I COME!
HAVE THEM FRIED CHICKENS READY,SO I CAN STOCK UP ON SOME!
I SAID IT ONCE,AND I'LL SAY IT AGAIN..............
FIVE DOLLAR FRIDAY MAKES ME HAPPY,AND VERY SATISFYING.......!
AND THERE'S NOTHING IN THE WORLD,BUT,I WON'T SETTLE FOR LESS.......
THAN,FIVE DOLLAR FRIDAY AT SAFEWAY,IN THE BAY AREA,THAT I MUST CONFESS........
A SIMPLE PERSON,THAT I KNOW,I BE.........
BUT,WHILE I'M STILL LIVING,AND WHILE I'M STILL FREE............
IT'S JUST FIVE DOLLAR FRIDAY,AT SAFEWAY,,,,,FOR NOW,FOR ME!
Categories:
convalesce, appreciation, birthday, blessing, celebration,
Form:
Limerick
A poem tribute to the lady caught hanging at the window of the concert hall during the Paris carnage.
Help ! I'm pregnant.
She was perilously clutching
Tooth and nail to the castrated window
She thought would harbor her panic
And placate her disarray
Bellowing her throat out
Ripping out the numbness of the scene
Please help ! Help !
I'm conjuring your chivalry
Help me salvage my asylum
Conquer anew my shield
Convalesce my autonomy
Safeguard my peculiarity
Withstand my chastity
Help ! I'm pregnant
I'm gravid with nativity inside my bursting gut
Gusto indoors my veins
Don't let bête noir
Torpedo our culture,propagate abhorrence
Pilfer our grin,
Terminate our jubilation
The aftermath of our salvation
Is every inch in your hands
Is inside my conceiving belly
So lend me your hands ....
Categories:
convalesce, hurt,
Form:
Free verse
Operating at Zero G
As cosmos coalesces with the universe
Lights out at space station four
Meteor storm exaggerated its orbit
Plunged it into brilliant dark
Surgeon lost his grip on scalpel and will to cut
As he floated from the operation
Down the hall with nothing on his mind
Patients convalesce and wave good-bye
Touched only by a will to live in space
Astronauts knew not what to do
They too spun away
And prayed for better weather
Categories:
convalesce, absence, adventure, caregiving, conflict,
Form:
Free verse
This abysmal agony finally ebbing away from my mind
A grotesque phantasmagoria of spirits in the wind
The duel with death has eventually culminated
The disease that almost ripped me apart has dissipated
Now is my trial to convalesce after my battle
Now I finally find time to balance myself in the saddle
I reminisce the sights, plights and frights
I perspire because the disease almost raped me of my rights.
The sickness has left,presently,wondering
If it afflicts me again and leaves me stuttering
If it does,I can no longer stand the attrition
But be overwhelmed by the infectious apparition
A relapse, I will have to endure,if not death
But if I do die, I will no longer have the desire to loathe
Myself at my lack of strength to fight the parasite
As atrocious as it may sound, it is best to commit suicide!
Categories:
convalesce, farewell, me, me,
Form:
Lyric
THE PRINCESS AND THE BEAUTIFUL ROAD
1. The Princess:
A generation ago in the month of October
A first fruit gifted the world a Princess
She was nurtured with the vital ingredients
She grew into a damsel with great prowess
She grazed and dazzled the walkways of Pageants
Her appellation of "the journey road is beautiful"
Is just as truthful as it is wonderful
With her it appears a lifelong voyage to remember
2. The African Scene:
She is a Princess with rich cultural splendour
Akin to the Hispanic angels from Guadalajara
Her panache occupies the desert sands of the Sahara
Up to the grasslands of the Sahel Savannah
Meandering through River Nile and Lake Limpopo
Across the skies from Mount Drakensberg to Kilimanjaro
Adding to her African heritage, morals and honour
She is a panacea for all of mankind's Wahala
3. The Royal Garden:
In the garden of her divine Royalty
Happiness, laughter and joy blossoms
Like a Bird of Paradise, she illuminates the orchards
With fragrance eclipsing Roses, Lotuses and Orchids
A view bettering a Hibiscus, Tulip and a Cherry Blossom
Surpassing the scenery created by Dahlias and Gazanias
She could easily replicate the sight of Utopia
Bringing forth convalesce, empathy and serenity
4. The Significance:
The lyrics of this romance script
Have always been preserved in my manuscripts
Altogether, she portrays my perfect imagination
The shadow of her smile personifies my vivid emotions
She encourages my positive dreams and aspirations
And aligns my templates in best permutations
While helping me to soar above my limitations
In preparation of a lifetime of true love, care and affection.
Jideofor.Obidike as "The Plantagenet"
Categories:
convalesce, appreciation, dedication, love, romantic,
Form:
Lyric
You may withdraw yourself from others
Become quiescent or lackadaisical
Disrupt sleep or appetite alter
Feel sluggish or delirious
When the echoes of your parents'altercations
Rack up your eggshell mind
When you avoid people whose company
You've typically rejoiced relishing
Yet you remain part of the quotidian process
That regaling you would your emotions trivialize
The world should revere your right
To confront a loss thouroughly
Convalesce from their turgid prosperity
Immerse your weighty dejections
Schedule some constructive episodes
I can but accolade your approach
To coin a new gist of aliveness
Absorb and merriment apprize
Amend lamenting into cleansing
Strike a joke or be sarcastic
Amass and boast your high-pitched impetus
And above all your insights vitalize
Extoll your bewitching sorcery
And perceive a world better to be.
Categories:
convalesce, anxiety,
Form:
Free verse
THE PRINCESS AND THE BEAUTIFUL ROAD
1. The Princess:
A generation ago in the month of October
A first fruit gifted the world a Princess
She was nurtured with the vital ingredients
She grew into a damsel with great prowess
She grazed and dazzled the walkways of Pageants
Her appellation of "the journey road is beautiful"
Is just as truthful as it is wonderful
With her it appears a lifelong voyage to remember
2. The African Scene:
She is a Princess with rich cultural splendour
Akin to the Hispanic angels from Guadalajara
Her panache occupies the desert sands of the Sahara
Up to the grasslands of the Sahel Savannah
Meandering through River Nile and Lake Limpopo
Across the skies from Mount Drakensberg to Kilimanjaro
Adding to her African heritage, morals and honour
She is a panacea for all of mankind's Wahala
3. The Royal Garden:
In the garden of her divine Royalty
Happiness, laughter and joy blossoms
Like a Bird of Paradise, she illuminates the orchards
With fragrance eclipsing Roses, Lotuses and Orchids
A view bettering a Hibiscus, Tulip and a Cherry Blossom
Surpassing the scenery created by Dahlias and Gazanias
She could easily replicate the sight of Utopia
Bringing forth convalesce, empathy and serenity
4. The Significance:
The lyrics of this romance script
Have always been preserved in my manuscripts
Altogether, she portrays my perfect imagination
The shadow of her smile personifies my vivid emotions
She encourages my positive dreams and aspirations
And aligns my templates in best permutations
While helping me to soar above my limitations
In preparation of a lifetime of true love, care and affection.
Jideofor.Obidike as "The Plantagenet"
Categories:
convalesce, africa, appreciation, dedication, love,
Form:
Lyric
Observant, intrigued, reflective, unsure
Perturbed, relieved, withdrawn, protected
Bolder, inquiring, dreaming, procuring
Selective, ascendant, resplendent, projected
Joyful, anguished, measured, waiting
Conversing, reversing, sizing, panting
Flirting, statuesque, posing, baiting
Impatient, confused, questioning, ranting
Anticipation, adrenaline, perspiration, noblesse
Restlessness, fanciful, fearful, convalesce
Ecstasy, rendezvous, unique, finesse
Precarious, gallivanting, nonchalant, acquiesce
Is this a test?
Kiss me you fool!
05/03/2018
Categories:
convalesce, desire, dream, feelings, first
Form:
Sonnet
What's madness but nobility of Soul
at odds with circumstance
Theodore Roethke
Extraneous circumstances
delve into utopian
realizations that
make you understand
you may not
be all there
Ramifications manifest
themselves on a
daily basis totally
controlling you
Petulant realities
stream into
your consciousness
pestering routines
that convalesce
within dimensions that
are never surpassed
beckoning in a
new direction
that you never
thought could exist
Categories:
convalesce, anxiety, emotions, psychological,
Form:
Free verse
He enlisted with his great mates
And embarked with his life left to fate
To Egypt and its desert sands
Training hard at the Army Heads commands
He was at The Landing at Gallipoli
Battling the Turks in Shrapnel Gully
Until he took a piece in his back when doing his best
And to Egypt for treatment and to convalesce
He went to one of the new battalions when they were formed
To England and Salisbury Plain as was the norm
Enduring the Bull Ring then to the Front Line
Finally falling at Pozieres where the German artillery was not kind
They buried him on the broken battlefield
On the ground that he refused to yield
And his papers recorded a postscript lastly meant
“Where the Australians lie” in soil
cared with reverence.
© Paul Warren Poetry
Categories:
convalesce, death, remember, war, world
Form:
Elegy
Beguiled by the eyes of a thief
Whose hands have stolen the moist of my skin
With just a breath my very soul he unruffled
With just a gaze he made these words improper; jumbled.
Not like any other, he's chaste
Not like any other, Not like...
Ever he would wipe these tears away
Ever he'd kneel to his knees to plead
His volition's bullet in my chest
Digging trebling holes that never convalesce.
Not like any other he mastered
This art of hate that tortures as it perforates.
Shut the door, I beg
So I'll ever see your face
It attracts more of distaste,
venomous like a snake.
Shut the door and don't
remind me of your world
-Your burning dreams off the wall!
Dull me like a flower on the wall.
Cause I could die every day
My veins would not display
Free fall, I already fall
I beg, please shut the door.
Cause how to let you go?
...Really. I don't know.
Categories:
convalesce, devotion, emo, hate, hurt,
Form:
Free verse
It's a wild tourist attraction
for the stoic opulent mess,
Atrocity in its burning glory,
joyous and omnipresent,
The fire singeing my wry reaction,
heroically in distress—
Cowering to their nefarious core,
until we eat the resin.
Although I'm frightened and rigid,
but not quite to death,
With all the holiest war torn grief
pinned upon my breast,
I refuse to taste or even to give it
a chance to take my breath—
Whatever it is that I've become
has sworn to thwart their quest.
Everything here ends in tears
with sorry sullied intentions,
The mighty deception of the night
would blame its friends for less,
Nobody ever mends their fears
in yellow-bellied dimensions—
Perceptions of the light will change
when it bends to convalesce.
So as it stands; crumbling down,
I'll climb the wheel to flee,
And though they'll grin, so shall I,
as it rolls into the sea.
Categories:
convalesce, conflict, goodbye, humanity, war,
Form:
Rhyme
God has created me,
To be a mate to my counterpart,
To be a helping hand in this uncommunicative world,
To be a soothing relief to him after exhaustion,
To be a part of distress and sorrow,
To tame him of his vindictive furrow,
To keep him cheerful forever.
But the world is so bizarre that,
No one sees the plight of hers,
The one who makes the life of
Her counterpart so smooth
So calm & so vivacious,
That every bit becomes precious,
But she is always in curses,
Sometimes cursed as daughter,
Sometimes beaten as wife,
Sometimes traded as prostitute,
Sometimes tortured as sister,
Or sometimes raped in a brutal way.
Torture is the truth of my life,
Atrocities are my fate,
But see my devotion and faith,
That I still remain a mate
After such savagely stage.
Off late I will try not to be at this state,
I am a source of new life to this earth,
I will regain all my energy
To wipe out these heinous crime,
Convalesce the torture,
Revenge these contumely,
Erase this conundrum forever.
Categories:
convalesce, caregiving, daughter, family, hope,
Form:
Enclosed Rhyme