Best Nausea Poems

This is not a time for us
Facing these weeks of hospital walls
My knight now jousts an invisible foe
Shorn of hair, yet still he wears
Tubes of...

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Anxiety    (The Worst Noose In Town)

-- like flooding waters, creeping in
I count 30, seconds, holding my breath again
Drowning in agitation, overwhelmed by...

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“The death lasts an average of 49 days, starting from the day the deceased realized his death”. Bardo Thodol (The Tibetan Book of the Dead)


I...

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Whiskey on the rocks, advised by my doc
combats dementia, so bring on the blocks
no need for a glass;  I'll have me the bottle
with a...

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Yesterday Richard inspired me to write this update. Thank you Richard. 

To Be More

3 days of this virus, feels like 3 weeks
Every hour a battle,...

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Writing a poem is like giving birth to a baby.
With the copulation of fancy and thought,
Comes the moment of conception!
 
It swims into you as...

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She did not have to guess.
She felt it in her bones. 
Unfaithful he always was,
Unfaithful he'll always be.
She knew where he would be.
 
Anger flared...

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50 Fallen Stars
There's a plague of insanity among us
Is it blind ignorance or just the blatantly ignorant?
A whole new land of despair and those with...

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Contn'd from Pg 1

So she called out to the stranger and asked for a ride
Snow had fallen heavily and already piled three feet high
When she...

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My personal physician
says I’m the picture of perfect health
Then he hands me the pharmaceutic scripts
Dr. Miyagi
makes me wonder sometimes,
if he’s a paid health insurance company...

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You feel your body falling in blackness.
You snatch your shoulder to the right.
The nausea stops.
The bottomless pit is hell.
Do not enter the midnight.

Up in the...

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Standing upon the roof top,
watching her brothers walk to school,
Rekha reminisces about her playground,
full of childhood innocent smiles.

A sole kite decorated in orange and red,
floats...

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Realizing a fresh life growing inside, 
What thoughts coursed through your mind, 
I still wonder, oh dear my mom. 
Did you gleefully welcome the news?
Or...

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"a dagger of pain, a tear of grief"
quote by Constance La France


Tossing and turning, I think
where is the lid to this pain?
Perhaps, capping this...

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i prefer to remember you like this
there was a time when this space was meant only for us
now we created a hole that allowed grief...

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