Diagnosis Poems - Poems about Diagnosis

POLITICAL DIAGNOSIS Political gout, has sprung wintering pain; it's time for healing spring:-...

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she sits at the bar near chamberlain high school, her nails chewed to nothing, a lipstick smear on the rim of her glass. the men orbit her like moths, drawn to her heat, but she keeps her eyes on the jukebox, fingers twitching against the lacquered wood. there’s something inside her— a scream buried too deep or a wound sewn too tight. she scratches at the...

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On the noisy streets of a hurried world, Labels are thrown, like in a card game unfurled. A sad smile, or a tear, are signs of danger near, “You're anxious!”, “You're depressed!”, sharp voices we hear. With ease, society doles out diagnoses, ADHD, bipolarity, phobias that impose. But sometimes, a bad day is not a clinical scene, It’s just a moment, a...

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Do you think we’re the sort of girls to sit around on a Sunday night? EAH (loud buzzer sound) you’d be wrong!! What’s the opposite of seasonal depression - seasonal euphoria? I’m self-diagnosing here, but I think I’ve got it. I have all the symptoms: Excessive happiness: a level of joy statistically improbable. Compulsive smiling: grinning under the most mundane circumstances. Irrational...

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Diagnosis I am sick, I forgot my life, I haven’t that, never been Never been, it’s strange, is life evil? No. Psychology Psychology, evil science, I don’t like it, I need my life I need my life. How can I get that? Without you? Oh Oh. Oh, no. No, and no. Without you, I can’t get life I can’t get...

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Here I am still hanging around Feet firmly planted on the solid ground Throughout my ordeal Smiling widely I feel Like starting anew a plan quite sound (... a plan so well received) ...

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LOVE DIAGNOSIS She said 911 what’s your emergency, I said my heart, its skipping beats, She said palpitations and l said maybe, She asked if l could drink water and take a deep breath, “Even my stomach feels like it has butterflies ”,l mummered, She said maam,are you sure this is an emergency, I said am trying to figure out the...

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Your diagnosis is not your destiny Grace to you in this century You shall receive mercy Because you show mercy to others Season's change Life rearranges itself In proportion to your faith God is able We see this throughout the Bible So know that your diagnosis is not your destiny Your diagnosis is not your destiny Grace to you in this century You shall receive...

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my brain simmers like scrambled eggs on a stovetop burner round like that clock hanging on the wall tick tock ticking away... observing eyes fixed watching with intent me a-waiting test results brain flopping ...

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Trembling she grins, beaming resonating in shadows Soft and delicate flashes, Wiping at bruised faith Contemplating second chances Now fading, falling away Like the silence within a dream After the music creates Guitar promises, harmony From the darkness Where she remains only The stillness beneath Heavy reflections - soothing Coloring her illness, Multiple sclerosis In hues of richest wisdoms Insights to protect her from listening To the dark,...

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A February Saturday, Dull and cold and wet, A visit from my daughter, That I never will forget. “Hello dad, you’re looking tanned”, “Oh wait, no, you are yellow” “Get on to 111 she said”, Before even saying “hello”. Put on hold for half an hour, And finally got through, They took down all my details, Then said hospital for you. I travelled to the hospital, At this...

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My father, an officer in army, his friend too, A hypochondriac friend who was always blue, Said I’m off to see the quack, Doc said, odds against you stack, Diagnosis: you’re pregnant Rex, out he flew!...

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They told me I had twelve days to live the entire life I have known; final visits with the people I love. The sickness was serious. So do all the things now and what you wish to do evermore. I contacted everyone I ever wronged and asked for forgiveness. Understandably, each of them was busy and did not reply. One note did arrive and indicated...

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Salt tears drip from leaves, To land on tea colored pages. Hopes and dreams, Written in the ink of history Slowly blur and drip Into the underworld of the Abandoned and long forgotten. Salt waters of the ocean And tumbling waves turn Stones and pebbles to sand, Erasing familiar shapes And throwing up barriers To once precious memories. Dimming eyes look out on Unfamiliar landscapes...

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A Life Hit ThIt was a life hit, A one after the other: For first, there was the coma, And just the idea of it To struggle with, but then, Afterwards my eyesight smudged Spaces, altered them, imposed Textures, shapes and colors. This was diagnosed (A complication from my coma) As Charles Bonnet syndrome. Hmmm... Tough call for an artist — Already dealing with proliferative retinopathy, and its...

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