Best Migraine Poems
There’s rain in my brain,
A pitter patter on the old grey matter,
Cats and dogs in the cerebral cogs,
A shower dampening my mental power.
There’s precipitation in my imagination,
A cloud collision in my vision,
A deluge in my centrifuge,
A tidal surge has overwhelmed my optimistic urge,
A tsunami is rampaging through my spiritual harmony,
A lighting strobe just struck my frontal lobe.
There’s a vortex in my cortex,
An eddy in my heady,
A blizzard in my gizzard,
Hail in my vapour trail,
Sleet on my feet,
Snow on my big toe
Making me feel low.
I’ll pop a pill and rest my head
Upon a bed of feather
And when I wake I’m hoping
For bright eyes and better weather.
My mind spirals with murky metaphors
In kaleidoscopic circles where
Graphite moon-walks through magnified pain
Reaching a piercing sphere noisier than
A whirling maelstrom wrapped
In fluorescent fogs of frosty confusion
Neon green stars amidst chaotic intrusion
Engrossed in pills and throbbing tribulation
Maybe these flawed verses would
Undress the crippling reality of a
Shadowed poetess drowning in distress
Inking torment from unsolicited riddles
Numbness that riots into the
Gates of a crystalline glass library
Sanctuary of throes in unfinished prose
There's a little green man in my head,
With a hammer that's made out of lead,
He bangs day and night,
Just so that he might,
Make sure all my brain cells are dead!
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 follow me around
With claws in my shoulders and neck
And knives in my hips and back
Your murmurs sharp in my brain
I can't remember when I didn’t ache
When my head didn't throb
When my joints weren't sore
When I dreamt of dreams to achieve
Will you haunt me forever
This endless battle
Living or just existing
Goodnight Pain,
see you again tomorrow
Crippling, draining, head in a vice
Throbbing, nauseating, not very nice
Poor concentration, vision change
Heightened perception, feeling strange
Sleepless nights, debilitating pain
Intolerance to light, that’s Migraine
Ears ringing, sounds too loud
Wish I could click and send to my Cloud
Body fatigue, from migraine attack
Day’s left feeling, I’m out of whack
No magic cure, a complex condition
No click to cloud, just my rendition.
‘Migraine at my senses’
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Sense early stages
Background changes
Soon it bangs
Like sharks at cages
Neck so strained
Fight heavy brained
Lights too bright
Fog explained
Smells so sickly
Escalates quickly
Temples vice
Jaws like ice
Blindness takes
My own advice
Shut me down
I'd rather de-fence
Furrowed brow
Pain my one sense
Soon becomes insufferable
Far too long intolerable
Silent cries as pain so raw
Pillow hard like cellar floor
Feeling buried underground
Imagination peakes I found
Then weak, can't move feel paralysed
Weak muscle beaten pulverised
‘Migraine at my senses’ ~ by Victoria Payne
August 2016
Head pounding
Noise resounding
Everything too loud
Avoid the crowd
One side of my head
Is giving me dread
Light becomes evil
It’s truly miserable
Pain is draining
Tears are raining
Strobe lights flashing
Head is smashing
As water stream from my eyes
I think I’ve met my demise
I have what is called a Migraine
And it is slowly driving me insane.
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©copyright Juanita Torr
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Imagine an ice pick
to the core of the meat
twist and yank and pull
through smashed socket
cracking temples in a vice grip
hammer through bone and gristle
take that sharpened fork,
heated sear my tender neck
claw it off my tightened shoulders,
dull saw my jaw ragged
grind out each tooth
every nerve alive
flesh shivers
mouth waters with contained spew
taste of rot and bananas
every little sound
chews off my ears
is this what death feels like.
no. no.
*
My neurologist (brain doctor) encouraged me
to submit this poem for all who have felt the
wrath of migraine pain. I am also posting for
those who have never experienced a
migraine, lucky...
What once was Golden inside and out.
Now stops my progression, within me I shout.
Everyday gets harder especially the start.
Just to be normal...with good health I can’t part.
A mystery prison has all specialists confounded.
Whilst I wait, in my mind and body I am bounded...
Who cares for peptic ulcer !
Who cares for migraine !
As lovely as you are,
one not falling in love with you
is nothing but insane !
But that insane i do want to be
head over heels,
be a forever lover of all your pain,
when will you have those eyes to see ?
(05.10.2022)
In the tummy
Of gray matter
A grinder of ghostly gushes
Sends down
A pulse, cunning, brutal and nutty
And the skull’s
Soft mass………….
Booty to desert vultures
Pulling apart and tearing
What not, nerves
Otherwise steely, so to say
But noodles……
To woodpecker.
The bulged torch’s ugly show
Even the lamps dim—a cry
One wishes for prolonged turn
Of not dim voltage
Of but total shut down
For the light is oh! But so malicious.
And the bag of bunches alone
Raises the voice, calls the pulse
‘Idiot’
Of the muscles at the neck
Held in cage of cactus dry
And the bullet’s spiky head
Makes the eyes to bleed
Yet the poor flow un traced
Like a mosquito held in traffic mess.
The factory of jammed wheels
Running poorly deep into the skull
No pill or potion
Satiates the lust of devil
That ravishes the nerves
Right at the square,
Leaves undone the tattered skin
Of not chest, but of brain,
Makes fool of us
For we rely on
Doctor’s vague reason
Yet they push their pills
Deep into our poor stomach
To grab our fee
Poor Lot…………….
In nuisance, often I
Pluck the hair out
Till the bald head protests
And I do burn my fingers
On that hot plate
Or often over that silently burning candle
Yet into these eyes
Stay a nail of pains
And in despair I do often
Turn to music
But the strings of my guitar
Fail to find a tune
And in hope I sip
The hot coffee
But in mug too big
Yet no way
The devil leaves
In utter lunacy
Often I with trembled hands
Begged for tranquiller
But alas! No relief
Till I bow before the Mighty God
And weep bitterly
And often the nose
Leaves the space for the flow
Like a traffic cob suddenly
Appears in the mess
And makes the wheels to move
For the next episode
What craftiness?
'Migraine Pain'
Tinnitus won't you please shut up
Migraine puke in nearest cup
Bright lights, please shine another day
Smells so strong just go away
Autonomic failure, hard to breathe
Heart beat faster makes me seethe
Dizzy, falling, must lie in bed
As throbbing, knocks inside my head
Pain take your course through someone else
As showers down like hailstorm pelts
Clouding over, feel my storm
Lie here wait in bed thats warm
Sunnies on in darkest room
Quietest sound so loud does boom
Energy wiped no matter the sleep
No strength left in me to weep
The nasty enemy arrives at my door.
He taunts me and hurts me,
Till I can't stand it any more.
He blinds my eyes with outrageous pain.
When he's been around,
I'm been left totally drained.
The migraine enemy is a terrible fellow.
I can't stand light and noise,
So I retreat beneath my pillow.
I cower and can't face my friends.
I don't want to be disturbed.
Till the enemy leaves,and it all ends.
my migraine headache
gives me a free lightning show
the theater is dark
Another morning
Breaks in a wet and thickening
Cling of fog, gathers on leaves to load
Down and bend
Each with a growing weight,
Fastened until too heavy to hold when all
Gives way to spill and
Hammer on the roof of your world.
Inside, the air throbs. Fragile nerves
Jar with every weighted blow and cry to
Keep the light from
Leaking in between clenched lids.
Migraine !.
Nothing worse to wake to,
Or have the inflamed dregs of a dream
Pounding like a pestle in the mortar of the skull,
Quickening with every stroke and
Revved to pummel each clambering thought
Should you try
To escape the prison of your pain. And when
Unable to take anymore, you have that
Vision of a place where you would like to go, then
With your finger, marking it with a large
X on your imaginary map, hoping when
You're ready, you can blast off leaving a smouldering
Zero on the pillow where your head should be.