Disease Poems - Poems about Disease

Paranoia, a sly stealthy disease Fells men as tall and as massive as trees Tiny fears in their minds Unravel, leave behind The...

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You couldn’t see the forest for the trees, Just another microbe in America’s disease. “Read my lips,” Bush One said — You listened close and voted Red. Taxes rose, spending too — How’s that working out for you? You couldn’t see the forest for the trees, Just another microbe in America’s disease. “It’s the economy, stupid,” Clinton blew — You bought the line and...

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He looked at me, eyes dull and cold, “What the hell are you doing here?” And just like that-my heart caved in, Shattered by the words I feared. I had come with love in trembling hands, A daughter needing something small- Just a soft goodbye, a crack of light, But he built another wall. I stood there stunned, not sure to speak, Not...

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As yellow leaves wither in the autumn breeze, only apathetic thoughts remain in this nonchalant existence of my diseased body and over the hill mind! It reminds me a time of agility, A time of struggle and celebrations, An age when dreams of a better future bloomed, And leaping up those stairs to pluck the petals...

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How many women here have been impregnated by Elon Musk? looking for hands He plans to repopulate the planet single handedly - well, not handed exactly - you know what I mean. In Australia, great swaths of Texas, and of course Mar-a-Lago, he’s a serial offender, because his sperm is legal tender. Factoid: you might catch a disease, he’s sleeping with everyone north of Belize and...

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The world grows weary reading scripture's tomes but a leaf of love enlightens us. —Kabir, translation by Michael R. Burch No medicine rivals Love: one drop transforms you whole being to pure gold. —Kabir, translation by Michael R. Burch Without looking into our hearts, how can we find Paradise? —Kabir, translation by Michael R. Burch They called the doctor to investigate...

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A strange disease is rolling coast to coast and leaves its victims on their knees in fog. The weaker mind feels the affliction most; next, those with an affinity for grog. Some say a brain worm fled the campaign trail; some say that it arose from rotting meat. The latter likely seems an old wives’ tale; what’s true: synaptic clefts are incomplete. Although...

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The congregation of passportology Is an overwhelming majority Don’t know much of my geneology Even don’t belong to minority But anyone can attach me of course To the less equal nation in Orwellian sense For that mental trick I must feel some remorse Must believe in the depth of offence But I must be a little madder To take this to...

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If love is the disease of the heart, I want you to infect me with it, If love has impaired my vision so that I cannot see, I want you to blind me with it, and show me where you store it. If love is caught between the trees and I cannot move, send a...

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In the murmur of modernity, a disease courses through the veins, A silent malaise, binding hearts and thoughts in heavy chains, Where no one thinks, feels, or dares to care deeply anymore, No spark ignites, no spirit ventures beyond mundane chores. All emotion drifts like whispers in a forgotten dream, Beliefs eroded, lost, in an unbroken monotone regime, Each soul devoured...

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I wrote a Monoku about bamboo and Zen ~ found it fun, and then I was totally obsessed with writing more ~ so I wrote twenty-four monokumania is a disease ~ with rhyming end words ~ yes, please seventeen syllables per line ~ if you get addicted, it's a sign that you have been infected, for sure ~ it's...

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Your faces i see when i close my eyes Voices still heard in the summer breeze, Gatherings curtailed by a floating disease, Poisoned air that we all breathed. All things stopped except time itself, Onward it went causing dissent and strife, Everything aged memories to fade away, Will we have time to gather...

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A tumour abated alters and waits. Pathway incised, a new one it makes. Spreading and forming, roots growing down. The moment’s now here, a mighty rebound. Battle exhausted, the bones ache and crack. The units expended; yield to the plaque. Inquiry, anger, negotiations above. But the body is weakened, aching and done. “I’m sorry - I’ve tired - but failed in...

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Words Like I’ve never felt the worst Like I’ve never felt it hurt You don’t know me now do you? Ghosts Haunting brand new unused minds Feeding on a soul alive You’ve not felt it now do you? Was a tough struggle, ‘Tween land and water War zone placed with the faintest border To paint the struggle, the hues uncertain Couldn’t understand why ‘‘twas so...

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Hurtful words followed by deriding deeds. There is no escape, there is not an out. How to handle the necessary needs? I fear for our sanity, I have doubt. Moods swinging from serene to confusion. There is no escape, there is not an out. Moments remembered, then self-delusion. Cherish the memories, and times lucid. Moods swinging from serene to confusion. Conversing in language not...

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