Bronchial Poems - Poems about Bronchial

... Sitting by the window and reflecting, on one bitter cold day, The sky cloudy, the weather report predicted snow, The temperature outside 10 degrees, a little low, 33 years ago, it was a sad, ......

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... all poetry begins with presumption should you expect anything different here? I would not hold a full lung's air too long would not bust a bronchial capillary in the waiting for its novelty......

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...10 POEMS THAT DEFINE ME https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/the_cry_of_an_angel_1053080 Despair, sadness, tears, bewilderment, not prepared to accept ......

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...How happy can one be? Ofentimes, I wonder aloud, Taking advantage of my creative licence. Let me explain - The filth I encounter in this city: Stinking garbage hills along the sidewalks, Bloody......

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...(A village in the Khasi hills) Sickly pine trees in tiny clusters On balding hillocks with grey grass Fighting harsh battle for survival Against bronchial suffocation Of dust storms stirred up......

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...Wheeze in, wheeze out again as pollen invades two chambers of lungs in a choral synapse, an orchestral acapella lifting my bronchial tubes as they rise and warble high-pitched notes: ......

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...Humid and hot this April strain Hurls heavy slot of flu refrains Here and there see May's fumbling pains With coughing spree and choking gains. The viral bug wanders around With feisty t......

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...Abrupt change Wet rain pours; Misty landscape scene ~~~~~~~~~ Roadside kerb Walkway water puddles; Splash of speeding cars ~~~~~~~~~ Wet window panes A thousand droplets; Random......

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...God Has A Plan For Me I came into this world August 12 1986 by the Grace of God. I was Two months early and was only weighting at four pounds then. I didn’t give up then My God has a plan for me. W......

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...Attic living The echo of wine is sadness, jokes told are not funny and laughter is a bronchial cough. Mirth gone when Sunday is despondent, an autumnal leaf that drags itself along a clammy aspha......

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...I never overcame your departure brothers since then my feet walk crippled the kidney only filters half of the residues my heart partially collapsed and beats insufficiently the gastric juice be......

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...Bronchial car chugged along, As if it was a train, Its tyres were bald, Needing treading, Its color unhealthy pale, Its window glasses almost porous, That you sit in four, And possibly take a ......

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