Diagnosis Poems - Poems about Diagnosis

You Make Me Smile the diagnosis came as a shock life altering-all came to a stop several surgical scar forming resections steady course of skin burning radiation multiple courses of poisonous chemotherapy grueling grind of gut-wrenching nausea valleys of deep depression alternate with hills of happiness each day another day of life totally different than the day before through it all you have managed to maintain...

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Droolin’ Joe Biden has been on a media blitz trying to gaslight you again that he isn’t an addled old fool before a couple books telling of an orchestrated cover-up by the White House and congressional Democrats and the mainstream media are released in a couple days. A book written by the same people in...

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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… it’s acting strange.” She replied, “In what way? Fast? Uneven?” I said, “It flutters like it’s lost its rhythm.” “Try some water. Take a breath,” she said. But my voice cracked, “There’s more… It’s like butterflies are throwing a riot in my gut.” She chuckled gently, “Ma’am… is this life-threatening?” “I don’t...

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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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