Best Incurable Poems
will tell you,,why I dont sleep
but this will only make me weep
the sunken pride of my eyes
all the dreams that I visualize,,
in my naked heart !
the engine over here doesnt start !
i creep and crawl in the staircase
and think of my pure golden days
i am a patient of this incurable disease
sucking my blood like a deadly leech
with this heavy and powerful Tryptomer 25gm
I am still awake till 5.00 am !
No longer do I pray for the sunlight !
i love to walk in the moonlight !………..
Categories:
incurable, depression,
Form:
Rhyme
What is this incurable decay that is called life
What gives us the right to opinions ?
We knew nothing when we were born;
We'll know less just before we fall to our death
Categories:
incurable, death, life,
Form:
Alliteration
Two scales must always be within an approximate range
for an accurate weight, and the close relationship
between the Humankind and God must withstand any change.
Solutions must be found before catastrophe approaches,
and if we were caught by surprise, we would regret the outcome;
less trees should be cut down to make room for buildings.
Thieves, murderers and rapists should be held in contempt
and thrown into dungeons...instead of giving them cosy cells,
the Law admits that's just to punish, but inhumane to torment.
Nightly streets have been taken over by muggers, drug dealers
and prostitutes, now called escorts, haven't changed their lewd attitude;
even madams of the brothels open doors for the well-dressed sirs.
Society has gone mad, and it has condoned both sexes of equal desires;
never was Sodom and Gomorrah as iniquitous and lustful as this one;
God forbid...I entered this city and be found guilty of their perversions!
While on the outskirts, in run-down homes poverty duplicates its horrible woes,
politicians' corrupt hands are not seen...pocketing money that Congress approved;
and the suffering of the poor is plagued by famines that turn into deadly diseases.
Crooked judges are manipulated by criminal defense lawyers who have handfuls of cash;
justice can never be served when criminals are given their parole, and the innocent,
humble men are detained and put behind bars, because of their limited wealth.
Proud hearts see neither simplicity nor beauty in anything that evolves into splendid light;
self-praise, greed, bluntness and invulnerability are the rules they live and swear by;
humbleness is unacceptable and insignificant...it's a virtue which diminishes their pride.
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
Categories:
incurable, adventure, confusion, health, natural
Form:
Terza Rima
My passion drives me to look into your eyes
I see your wants and needs with no denies
My puppy look expression takes you by surprise
As I hear your heart call out with love of sighs
With such a cute look and expressions that wills
I yell out to you with hope and love that thrills
I smile to you with kindness in mind
And you come running to me and hug me so kind
My heart aches for you with beauty in sight
My life would not be so sunny and so bright
If you could hold me with love of affection
You can see the passion of detection
I come to you with open heart
I hold with embrace our future to start
Categories:
incurable, beautiful, beauty, care, desire,
Form:
Rhyme
Doctors working on a polio vaccine
Gave a mixture of plasma to the chimps,
The chimps mixed plasma was given to the Congo and its Africans
The Congo gave it to the men
The tourist snuck passed security and gave it to the man.
The man gave it to his women
The relationship ends and the woman screws the city
And the epidemic spreads into incurable pity.
Categories:
incurable, political
Form:
Free verse
Whimsical feelings hidden in heart,
As in deeper blue.
Desires are endless,
As expanse of the sky.
Thoughts are velocious,
As swift as breeze.
Dreamers are legendary,
Incurable and fatal !!
Categories:
incurable, love
Form:
Couplet
Chromed blade promptly
With adroit, raw incisions
Separates toxic, mounting mass
Unsterilized weeping fears
Tourniquet burnt
By caring eyes separated
Self-victimization
Flooding the dark room
With febrile infectious tears
Incessant wakened hours pass
The phantom poison
Remains flowing
Categories:
incurable, angst, introspection, life,
Form:
Free verse
A woman with incurable bleeding
came behind Jesus, reached out and feeling
the hem of his garment
did find at that instant
she had received miraculous healing.
Jesus then asked, “Who was it that touched me?”
“With the press of the crowd just how can we
possibly know,” said Peter.
Jesus now a bit weaker
said, “I felt that some power had just left me.”
Finding she couldn't remain hidden
the woman with trembling was smitten.
To Jesus she explained
just what she had gained.
“Your faith's made you well, you're forgiven.”
Luke 8.43-48
Categories:
incurable, bible, gospel, jesus, miracle,
Form:
Limerick
Our lips barely touch.
I breath in the taste of you.
You linger on the tip of my tongue.
Softly brush the edges of my sentiment.
Near enough to touch yet out of my grasp.
Off limits. Forbidden. Not allowed.
Futile sweet captivation.
I am utterly without cure.
Categories:
incurable, angst, desire, longing, loss,
Form:
Free verse
Our Bodies, they Hurt. Our Lumps are on fire
It befuddles our mind, Our Thoughts a quagmire,
We want it to stop. We want it to end.
We need a cure. We need to mend.
We speak to the experts, but they do not know,
How to ease our pain. How to make it go.
It hurts to walk, and it hurts to move
It's NOT in our mind. That's what we need to prove.
We're in a quandary, we're in a muddle
We want to be held, we want to be cuddled
We grin and we bear, we fight our pain
one day this agony will float away
We will not lose, we're going to win
We will not surrender. We will never give in.
We have the will. We have the fight
We'll battle Dercums with all our Might
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Categories:
incurable, anger, angst, dark, health,
Form:
Rhyme
He studies the dinner card,
ticks off the boxes for Jell-O
and fruit cups; anticipates a deliciousness
that he will later swallow mechanically
on a plastic spoon.
He’s fascinated by his own breath;
tasting it on the exhalation, savoring a coolness,
as lungs struggle to filter
the chemical soup of the ward.
He imagines sipping an effervescent sky,
pouring it through a revitalized body. Shivers,
as fingertips recall tactile experiences.
He turns on his side, curls up into himself.
The skin of his curved spine delicately corrugated.
A nurse checks his chart, adds a note.
She does not record
a swaddling pall covering his flesh
within which his wife, dog, even a 1958 Plymouth
coddles him in a chrome enclosure for memories.
At night, he enters a potting shed
A place evolved from sweet tobacco, string
and dark red begonias.
From a gun-metal tin,
he takes a small Swiss Army knife,
scrapes a yellow clay from under his fingernails.
He waters psychic seeds
with the milky drops of his dreaming eyes.
By dawn plasmid tendrils will have sprouted,
they will bind up all his loose ends,
then he will drift like a gibbous moon
over the rib-sprung hollow of his bed.
Categories:
incurable, poetry,
Form:
Blank verse
For it’s always been you that I utterly adore,
My sweet soul shining wonder in the night-
You have been my companion, my amour,
You are the crimson passion my embers ignite.
For there is no scenery seen in my sight,
That could make me love you anymore.
Medallion smiles held with periwinkle affection,
Share with me tomorrow, and we shall prevail-
For we share a rare bond, a complete connection,
For you are the very breath of life I inhale.
So come over here, my beloved, and unveil
Those clothes you wear over a perfect complexion.
I’ve never starved so much as I have with you,
My appetite has never been so sound and strong.
You satisfy every desire within, this is true
And it shows me just how much we belong.
I’ll play you the hymn of our favorite song,
You can dance for me under the stars of blue.
For you bestow a truth so secure and durable,
cupid’s dart has pricked with a love incurable.
Midnight Valentine Poetry Contest
January 30, 2019
Categories:
incurable, love, marriage, valentines day,
Form:
Rhyme
A word or two with you
worth a million texts
Squeezing hands ‘fore parting
cure for desultory sex
Categories:
incurable, happiness, love, romance,
Form:
Rhyme
If doc. know it all, slaps you with incurable
ask for his credentials
even if you think their legit
ask yourself for a second opinion
then just go on living
burn time down to embers
pack the remainder of your life onto a pinhead
just like you should have from the beginning.
Categories:
incurable, life,
Form:
Free verse