Best Sickness Poems

I’m in such a state of confusion,
I don’t understand what I’m doing
I know your there
And I know you care
But I can’t see you
I can’t hear you
I just don’t know what to do
I know your there in the stillness,
Waiting to heal this illness
 
There is a...

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Sing a song of sickness after a barrel full of rye
Two men drank the whiskey and soon they were pie eyed
They woke up in a prison cell; their heads began to ring
Now they know the consequences too much alcohol can bring

Sadly in their drunken state...

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You left your sickness rotting on my tongue
But it seems your betrayal has only begun

Infected, my throat lets no word pass their lips
Your sickness has become a total eclipse

Brittle, my tongue slowly begins to decay
Broken, my feet still dance your ballet

Made low by the sickness...

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I've still not healed from you
You're in my blood, my veins
You've seeped in every pore of me
A plague upon my brain
You make me hot like fever
I sweat, my body aches
Lose air when I am close to you
How much sickness can I take
I'm infected with this...

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So many, maybe millions
No, billions. Trillions?
Of stars, a quiet, hot snowfall
of white stars; sandal season squall.
Each birch tree here outdoing 
January's record accumulation.

Weeks of hour after hour after hour
upon day upon day upon day of
birches' burstings into snow tears
seed of children as-yet unrooted,
unsown, ungrown, unknown.

A...

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      A lone lion,
      the whiskers
      sniffing for something
      No sudden movements
      His faithful
      the...

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Two hands in folds of shoddy cotton,
in clouds of cheap champagne and cigarette smoke.
My ringing ears

Echoing the television murmurs,
but it’s the same news on a broken record,
broken record horrors.

Now the clock— It’s snickering, a thief, consuming time and stealing
the 217 kisses, the 32 chocolate milkshakes...

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Is dance a metaphor for sex?
You’d think so if you knew my ex
(at least the barflies all believe
she’s hoarding something up her sleeve).
But what makes people want to dance?
An aural frenzy? True romance?
Would Hamlet, Shylock or Macbeth
ever dance themselves to death?
Strasbourg is the kind of...

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There is a system 
That turns innocent to victim..
And the aggressor turns to witness.
There’s a sickness in this business.
The whole judicial system is with this!
Swept under the rug with a quickness..

Children being taken by force with the courts..
How is it that there are so many...

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Another One Shuts Down (Corona virus version)

Gates and boards and reels of wire
Garbage by the gates
Driveway overgrown with grass
The factory is a state

Security checks once an hour
To make sure all's still locked
Another business shut it's door
the economy was rocked

Another workplace bites the dust
Another one shuts...

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Its here the thing we all fear, 
The apocalypse is near,
The devils spurn has risen,
Trapping us in our homes like prisons,

To plague our planet already broken,
Is it retaliating, squeezing our lungs chocking,
Like the black death the plague upon our people,
Swooping, stealing the lives of the...

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When, in the night, your strength slowly wanes
your future a dark unknown even left to breathe
as you grapple demons inflicted ghostly pains
and stare into swirling abyss not of your weave
Alas!  The end no sight seen upon which to cleave

Here I am,   the...

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Claims to fame through healing
Cultivating strong pills
Capturing special brews
Curing virus’ and bugs
Coming through for illness
Catching colds before they
Cause some deathly ailment






Pleiades Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Joseph May
October 3, 2020
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(The Hollow City Cycle include:
The Hollow City
I Remember You -- the city speaks
Last One Left)

They never saw me--
not fully.
Even when I begged them with my eyes,
or left poems scratched on alley walls
between peeling posters and prayer graffiti.

When they fled,
I stayed.
Not out of bravery,
but because I...

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(The Hollow City Cycle include:
The Hollow City
I Remember You -- the city speaks
Last One Left)

No footsteps echo on broken stone,
only wind dragging secrets through dust.
The city sighs—
its breath made of ivy and rust.

Windows gape like hollow eyes,
watching nothing, remembering everything.
A carousel groans beneath twisted vines,
still...

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