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Ill Being Poems - Poems about Ill Being

Premium MemberWithout Fear


It’s the darkness, flooding the silent room
A still so bitter it flows, splashing fears
Weary as the moments I would never presume
Pierce the heart with feelings, frantic tears

It’s the night, breathing in echoes of anxiety
Murmuring shadows who still the soul
Wiping out the silhouettes of notoriety 
Following the screams of a dread’s control

It’s the dusk, ending twilight’s
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Categories: ill being, anxiety, cancer, fear, grief,
Form: Rhyme

Premium MemberBefore Midnight


                                                true love
     
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Categories: ill being, care, love, night, wife,
Form: Verse



Premium MemberThe Final Word



I didn’t expect this – it came quickly, without warning
I couldn’t hide. 
It left me with no choice – but to go to war,
battling the deafening poison,
the affliction feeling like the deafening crash
thunder raging, pouring out its fury

I didn’t ever imagine this would come to be,
silencing the courage that I’d once felt,
giving my plans a
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Categories: ill being, age, anxiety, cancer, health,
Form: Free verse

How To Stay Broken

Wake up. If you can.
Or just lie there, blank-eyed,
Listening to the ceiling rot.
Time is fake. Clocks are arrogant.
Let them tick for someone who matters.

Forget food. Hunger is just the body begging
To feel something. Anything.
You know better now.

Scroll until your bones rust.
Doom is infinite.
Your spine will curve to match the screen—
A digital prayer
To no god in
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Categories: ill being, angst, conflict, dark, depression,
Form: Free verse

Premium MemberLost and Ill-Replaced

Oh, what pale imitation now is this?

My train of empty carriages which held 
A score of lovers, harem of my flesh,
Now emptied of those who within me dwelled.

These rails since lain to waste, just fractured tracks
In rows like tombstones, each besides its mate 
A massacre of fellows, myself cracked,
My new friend, false as shadows, in
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Categories: ill being, anxiety, death of a
Form: Sonnet



Premium MemberThe Weight Of Commonsense

The lack of common sense
makes nonsense easy,
things that should make sense,
slip through, unchallenged.
Yet common sense itself
makes the absurd unbearable,
forcing logic upon the illogical,
struggling to grasp the uncommon.
To live without it
is to drift through chaos,
unbothered by contradiction.
To live with it
is to wrestle with reason,
forever questioning the senseless.



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Categories: ill being, wisdom,
Form: Free verse

Premium MemberRegret

That which is ill-begot will love you not,
but pull the strings of a heavy heart.
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Categories: ill being, character, conflict, corruption, heart,
Form: Prose

The Women preys of Mercenaries

As I heard a sad 
story of a woman named  
Elysée, 
I am standing to tell the entire world about it. 
The woman who knows her value. 
As some mercenaries called
M23 entered her house around
a day and foced her to lay on the ground
 while looking at the sky. 
She listened to them and
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Categories: ill being, abuse, betrayal, bullying, evil,
Form: Free verse

they shouldn't have said you still think of me, now ill never be free

enough!
i'm calling your bluff
all of us can see
so true, yet so hidden from 

you
and these stupid conclusions
you cannot make them filled with confusions
are you under some illusion? look!
you're bruised, this isn't delusion

do you really want to turn us to dust?
allow our sweet rays to rust?
oh.. now i choke on distrust
and this new found lust

say you
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Categories: ill being, heartbreak, i love you,
Form: Rhyme

My darling ill fate

27/7/2024.
Close to the 45th anniversary.
Still no idea where to go.
Should I leave it to fate?
The more I know you, 
The bigger the gaps in every aspect.
Just like every body, 
You could not keep your promises.
Well, I hate surprises,
What you did was as predicted.
In a way, it was OK,
But, somehow, I did not like any bit
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Categories: ill being, anniversary, confusion, fate, forgiveness,
Form: Free verse

Premium MemberIll sort yours you sort mine

Like a ghost ship idly mooring
Cleaning your own mess is totally boring
Sorting other people’s stuff is fun however
Why don’t we switch houses in cold weather?

I’ll sort yours and, you sort mine.
We might both have a really fun sorting time.
How difficult could this trade of services be?
I just have to find someone as messy as me.
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Categories: ill being, light,
Form: Rhyme

Premium MemberJolly Jill



Jill just can’t sit for one minute still;
In everything she wants some thrill!
One rainy evening she climbs a hill;
From there she slips making a shrill!
This results her fall straight into a rill;
She swallows water a gallon at her will! 
As her belly swells, she falls critically ill;		
The quack there tries on her every pill!
It costs
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Categories: ill being, 4th grade,
Form: Rhyme

Ill-fated

The Ill-fated

after the bombing 
dead children everywhere
like an exploding dollmaker's
factory
Tomato sauce and noodles 
a parade of the inhuman
Presidents are helpless
their country is helpless
while they slept
all power lost
A chorus arises, and songs 
drown in thunder 
We are the masters
we were the chosen
Cumulus clouds
will ask we see and hear
doomed humanity
Shivering, we wait for
the last bomb to drop 


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Categories: ill being, anti bullying, anxiety, arabic,
Form: Free verse

Ill Fated and Eradicated

start out sedated
when it had been ill fated
eradicated
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Categories: ill being, allegory, analogy,
Form: Haiku

Premium MemberBeneath the everyday attire, the spirit falls ill, dormant

Beneath the everyday attire, the spirit falls ill, dormant,
In the monotony that seems an eternity of silver smoke, contingent.
Boredom weaves its fabric between walls of flesh, walking dead,
Many beings live this pseudo-existence, in slumbering cages.

They slowly make their way to offices, in convoys of rusty machines,
Immersed in the deep sea, where words become unwritten stones.
They
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Categories: ill being, fantasy,
Form: Free verse

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