Health Poems | Examples of Health Poetry

Being Alive Miracle Man 1/1/2025 On January first of two thousand seventeen, God reclaimed me from death’s certain throes. Three days prior it was “The Widow Maker’s” scene, with Sudden Cardiac Arrest both lay apposed. Now, I celebrate New Years Day for being alive, I was only the vessel that brought glory to HIM. Memory of twenty three hospital days I revive, drinking from a...

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From dusk to dusk, dawn to dawn, My desires and dreams, they do spawn. I manifest the earthly wealth And call to me immortal health. My joy and passion I call to thee, Bring that of which that makes me, me. I am one to love without measure, And receive in gratitude human pleasure. Confidence and strength overflowing in me, I break through the...

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Sometimes I’m so afraid the images fluding my brain They won’t go away if I close my eyes or stay awake...

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this is the third time hubby’s rung the cancer bell since twenty nineteen we’ll never lose hope his cancer can’t be beaten and cherish each day I now love to write poems to invoke laughter and to make folk smile life is for living humour makes a difference use YOUR pen wisely ...

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Let the demons play — and let them fall As they seek their next prey. Merry-go-round, lost and found, Salt trodden deep in earth and pain. Zombies crawl. An ass's stall. I don’t need this bottle. I don’t need you. Forgive me — For all the prayers I whispered in your name in vain. Enemies within, Those who proclaimed to be my friends. Lucky, I suppose, That...

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I lived once in a land before the light where shadows ruled and terror was the king Sable dark did fall upon me every night and flittermouse did brush me with their wing. There was no day to shine away the fear so terror ruled, malignant, endless black; eyes closed or open, demons still appear and, as in life, to stab me...

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When the seed of fear is planted in minds, It germinates in brains as a tormentor— Sometimes sown by a whisper, a shadow, a lie repeated twice. When illusion becomes reality, And starts by making the heart skip a beat, then more of its beats, then all of its beat. It creates monsters in our eyes in the dark, Born from...

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Today I gave myself permission To do all the things I have always wanted To run through the halls To scream as loud as I could To shake up my soda and let it explode To run as fast as I could To jump in the fountain and splash the water To run naked as a Jay bird through...

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All the broken people I look around and see so many Then I realize I am one Of the broken people All the broken people Looking and waiting For answers that don’t seem to appear Waiting to be heard Waiting to be seen Waiting for an answer All the broken people Needing to be put together One more time Or Maybe Some of us broken people Don’t...

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So nervously, upon this earth I tread. Don't let me, again, go out of my head. My fragile mind persisted yet unbroken, ignoring all harsh words as they were spoken, until shattered with a sickening shriek. Done in, I was, as I heard a mushroom speak....

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Rage. Fury. A constant burning anger. A rage stemmed from generations of those who have come before me An inheritance we have the right to own Something passed through each black child born One that clings to our skin and bones A communal experience we share alone Every time a black child comes home from school Fallen tears from racial slurs Another wave of...

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Three days ago, I was buried on the ground as it seems! A cascade of issues as the days go by. The unrelenting sorrows and pain--- Weak, broken, desolation it brings! I seized the world with open hands, optimism, smile, love as much as could. Full of hope, peace and wisdom. Still joy would vanish out of sight. I left no trace in...

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Far be it from me to lecture others on best methods for success -- myself no paradigm. In my defense, though, many of us are hardest on ourselves, less critical and gracefully lenient when it comes to others -- But with self, constantly aware of every pimple, even those well hidden – I often wonder why so many of us bother to even own mirrors? (reflections so subjective) Too...

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Nothing beats the summer breeze The memories of the ones who leave Lotus flowers smile at me Saying this will pass, you’ll come to see Walking in a forest with my shoes in my bag Wishing I were leaving the town that I have The year is almost over, and I’m still lying on the grass The...

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My worries lies in the smiles I fake The laughter that is inflicted with pain The tears I hide Words I choose not to say Nights where sleep does not come easy Days I wish to skip Thoughts I dismiss Actions I can’t explain The anger that is filled within Coupled with trauma , pain Will I ever know peace? Peace ? That...

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