Best Diseased Poems
Nothing In his eyes
i'm nothing in his eyes
how did it get this way?
i gave my all, gave my best
but none the less
he choose to take my child
blindsided by the illusion of love
i though he wanted me
he make excuses about his childhood
so why would you wanna
do that to your own child
betray me in this way
i'm nothing in your eyes
no matter how hard i may try
you want another
i know you do
i wanted you
but you declare i want another
pushing me in that direction
telling other i disrespect you
its a lie you know it
you want another
but you want me to make it easy
give you a way out
a reason to leave me lonely
on skid row begging
i'm done, you pervert
i no longer seek peace between us
you don't want it anyway,
i know it, you know it
you've made that loud and clear to me
while blinding the minds of everyone else
pretending to love, all the while
showing me your true colors
and your fake light to others
i'm done, I'm nothing in your eyes
and you made sure i'm nothing
in the eyes of all men falling for your lies
Ps. why am I'm such a horrible person
why do some people see me as bad
find fault where there is none
finding error in me when i told the truth
made the effort to be righteous
not the self-centered person
many make me out to be
just mere slander, character assignation
questioning my motives in all things
make judgements based on perceive notions
with no base, without foundation
can i survive this persecution
this all out attack on my rights to exist
i'm nothing in anyones eyes
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Categories:
diseased, lost love, me, me,
Form:
Blank verse
Avenged adult world
Fishy funny kids’ play world
The saturnine feast.
Sorcerous* Nox night
Lone places yawn hell pervades
global fun-disease
Ghosts grovel and then wolves weep
Goblins grin skeletons sway
Thus the streets savaged
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* Roman goddess of night
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Date: 28th Sept'13
Dr. Ram Mehta
Contest: Everything Halloween by Russell Sivey
Categories:
diseased, halloween,
Form:
Haiku
spin doctor
distorter
like a well paid snake
twisted every word
never made one mistake
I watch my fellow human
become enthralled by her trap
new words bring new meaning
and distort our facts
articulating ill meaning lies
the lies morph into
better truths
you couldn't recognize
are you one too
who has tripped
into a new world
one that makes love hate
we have gone
beyond hypocritical
we are in a critical
state
our minds
stay silent and
these times
only get worse
Categories:
diseased, life
Form:
Diseased Breath
A dust particled free first breath,
feeling the sickness as it enters in.
Inhaled disease born from death,
The first son of all of our sins.
Playing Russian Roulette with our health,
born to die the voodoo begins.
This sick world digested in wealth,
The Toxic Pit of women and men...
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02/17/16
Categories:
diseased, dark, death, deep, judgement,
Form:
Rhyme
A penny for your thoughts
is hardly a bargain
the bottom line
rests in the margin
the separation
between two different worlds
it hits me
it spins me
it chokes me, I hurl
Thats when I was coming back
now I'm coming to
back when I was so young
I didn't know what to do
that's when the world was new
and everything exciting
now its just boring drama
more and more I'm finding
If I had all the money I desired
I would still be a liar
because I don't really
want any of it
unless it takes me higher
to a place of unmatched learning
a place where Rome is still burning
People come and people go
I could live without them, though
I have managed far enough
to not look inside too much
Disappointment in every turn
less the violent fern
that consumes you like
flesh eating bacteria
a fire that doesn't burn
is not the truth
rather a great big lie
and liars get what they deserve
from the all seeing eye
Categories:
diseased, art, death, fear, imagination,
Form:
Free verse
abolished beheadings conspire delicately. egotistically fawning grooves hinder intricate juries.
keeping luxurious meanders. nocturnal outlets permeate quintessentially. random splurges
transcend universal victories. whispering xylenics yearn zoomingly.
Categories:
diseased, confusion
Form:
ABC
I came to you an imprish sprite
A unicorn of delight
But instead of protecting me
You infected me
And made me a leper in disguise
**Received Honorable Mention in "a 1 to 8 poem" contest
Categories:
diseased, sad
Form:
Rhyme
He sits alone
Quarintened in illness
Not disease of the flesh
But virus of the mind
Does not understand why
He is treated like something so vile
All he knows is
This treatment makes him cry
No one speaks
No one listens
Just leave quickly
Before they can catch the illness
Stupidity and ignorance
At its finest
Pushing him away
Pushing, Pushing
Pushing him over the edge
Crying everyday
Crying, Crying
So sick of crying
Dying, alone and crying
So sick of trying
Dying, dying
Inside and out - He's dying
Are you happy now?
Categories:
diseased, confusion, depression, sad, sick,
Form:
Prose Poetry
I am me
And no one else
Better to be
Than anyone else
But that is not what they see
Because all I am now is my disease
They look my way
And see nothing but whats wrong
They stare at me closely
Wondering if I have long
But I am not this sickness
I am someone of interest
Still, that is not what they see
They can only think of my disease
They look at me sadly
Eyes filling with tears
They want to hug me so badly
And tell me I have years
But I want to talk about the moon
About my dog's latest trick
Or how I played on the sand dunes
I am not this sickness
But someone of interest
Yet, they don't want to see
They only want to think of my disease.
I fill up my days
So I sing and dance
always running and playing
And planning to visit France
Yet they say to be careful
They wouldn't want me to tire
Or do anything hurtful
They must think I'm a crier
Because to them I am this sickness
Not at all a person of interest
And they don't want to see
Anything but my disease.
I am me
And no one else
Better to be
Than anyone else
I am determined to be just myself
No matter what others may think
I will not sit safely up on the shelf
Dreading every day if I'm on the brink
So don't look at my sickness
But see a person of interest
And don't say, “There's the poor girl with cancer...”
But instead, “There's the girl who's a fearless dancer...”
Categories:
diseased, healthme, girl, me,
Form:
Rhyme
I still feel the crushing weight
Of your love in my heart.
I sense you waiting calmly
To tear everything apart.
You've embedded yourself
Deep in the dark of my soul;
Feeding like a parasite,
Slowly taking your toll.
I'm no longer yours
But I still feel your touch,
Lingering like a dormant disease...
I hate you so much.
Now you hold me captive,
Where once you set me free.
Your love is a sickness,
Tainting everything I see.
I wish you'd show some mercy,
Please just let me go.
Love's pain is so exquisite,
And its death is much too slow.
Categories:
diseased, death, loss, lost love,
Form:
Bio
Excuse me while I wrap up your tomb
Eschew myself right out the room
I've gathered data plenty and ready
I know your case!
I've sold many
We'll order some laser rays
And a few submarines
It will cost a fortune
But its not what it seems
We are healing the sick
huddled masses
Ship em in like lunch trays
To recieve their care
Life's a *****
We're all too aware
So give me that blood
I will screen your disease
Death is near
Take this envelope please
If theres nothing we can do
We'll send a Priest your way
It will show on the family bill
Have a nice day! and come again
We'll treat you as a true friend
Categories:
diseased, angst, caregiving, me,
Form:
Free verse
We cannot indefitnitly avoid depressing subject matter particularly if it's true
Deranged minds turned to genocide
While the rest of the world remained silent
Force the confrontation
Lean
Taunt
sparse in style
Employ no tricks
Provide no escape
Accept responsibility the past
Still so many who feed on the wish
On the anti semitisim that lurks near the surface of the lives of even cultured people
Committing the greatest indignity humans can inflict
Making people believe their pain and torture was an illusion
In that valley death took on substance
Those that survived turned into substance
Honor the dead Warn the living
Better one heart be broken a thousand times in retelling the story
If it means a thousand hearts not be broken at all
Their presence casts a shadow from within which we can see
In the dimmest outline
The reality they saw
touched and tasted directly
The ongoing devastation has only begun
The devastation that will never end
Devastation imposed by memories that makes the line between life and death very thin
How can one discern the vestiges of life being breathed into a corpse
We must seek relief from this horror
Let’s hope with this generation we will recapture
enough reality that it will never be repeated again
Categories:
diseased, culture, history, wisdom,
Form:
Free verse
Yes I am bipolar,
though to me it’s not a curse.
My life could have been different,
it could have been much worse.
I don’t perceive my disease,
as a curse, rather, it's a gift.
For it illuminates my senses,
and that artistic desired lift.
Many are forced to succumb,
believing they cannot succeed.
My outlook is just the opposite,
all expectations I will exceed.
So when you think it’s over,
and your mind has taken a toll.
Remember that “gift” inside of you,
is one you completely control!
Categories:
diseased, inspirational, introspection, life,
Form:
Rhyme