Illness Poems - Poems about Illness

They claimed this world, Its not what it seems to be. So it started to unravel, bursting at the seams. So I lied in a wake. Unable to slip away. So I'm begging you now go back to sleep. counting your stars while they poison your sheep. Once the wave is set it's doomed to repeat. Thats where they linger hidden within your dreams. Just waiting for...

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God is watching you. He is watching me Whether you are a monotheist or godless He is waiting for us to come home He says heaven is crowded Stay away a little longer to make room Don’t do anything to shorten your life Don’t be in the wrong place at the wrong time Don’t bury your talents like an ostrich Watch me dive...

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Why promote wrecking-ball malice Behind the wall of a palace? This callous man sick Acts like a big dick To cover up his small phallus...

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The tower dark and cold, a conquest for the brave. My hands shake, a sign. The bed unmade, Mother’s throne. My cheeks lift, freedom. The jougs bite, a bit looser. My talons reach for it, Click. Thud. The crickets and wind sing, a perfect recipe. My limbs remember the weight, stillness lingers. Hunger gnaws where helplessness once slept. Instincts awaken, survival bound. "Mother could not keep...

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What I’m saying. What is decaying. I have enough at home. Feeling sad as that dome. The office building over there. Is as strange as hair. There could be enough. But treasure chests are tough. Mind powers. They told us it would only take hours. Take as much paper as you want to. It’s true. I had...

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I dig the blade into my skin I don’t get why it’s such a sin. People drink until they drown Until they can’t hear a sound People smoke until they’re high Until they think they’re in the sky People avoid until there’s nothing Until the pain starts numbing What’s wrong with a couple small scars? How much different are they really from bars...

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i will do it the day after tomorrow. i will do it when the sun feels less like an interrogation, and my skin stops aching from the weight of my blankets. i will answer texts, fold the clothes, untangle the mess in my chest long enough to sweep the floor. i’ll brush my teeth like it means something. but not today. not while the silence keeps calling me back. i...

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journey into a bipolar mind pebbles in time . there were ripples in yesterday’s water where stones once were tossed . pebbles really, yet enough to form concentric wrinkles soothing over rough edges and drowning silly circus clowns . each circle died and glass-like waters were again still undisturbed as though he had not been there . perhaps he hadn’t . in his head circles rolled onto circles and the pale painted...

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As an easy pushover and soft touch lamenting my demise Vultures swooped overhead and preyed on my vulnerabilities forcing me to carrion camping as fine young cannibals sharpened their knives and licked their lips while eyeing me as their naked lunch bound and gagged as a huge cauldron bubbled awaiting yours truly as human sacrifice preparatory to be boiled alive shorn of clothes embarrassingly in the buff with me...

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(yes, I'm serious) Three minutes. That’s how long it took to name a swarming mess: A self-appointed poet with rogue chemicals sizzling in her nerves. The diagnosis long and fancy— bitter but addictive on my tongue, like the gin I’ve grown fluent in. (Is that why his voice was slurred?) ...

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Its not a lighthouse in a storm Theres no foghorn to be heard Lighthouses warn of danger Make you turn away without a word Its not a spotlight to be avoided Not glaring into your soul Not trying to bring attention To every flaw or failed goal Its a beacon there to guide you To help you find your way to shelter No matter what...

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In my heart broken fog of grief, I realize that I am not alone I have family, friends, God, my husband, and so many prayers to sustain me but it feels like the air is heavy, the tasks ahead of me are impossible and I am alone in the world BUT, I am not and I will put one foot in front...

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My mind spins in endless flight, chased by shadows of self-doubt. Love’s mirror feels unkind tonight, each flaw a storm, my heart shouts. I wish to rest where calm resides, be free of the chaos within. But winds of fear whisper, collide, uncertainty sways where I begin. Yet in...

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JY and I met through a mutual friend in 1991. We strucked a deal with a handsome transaction, In which we both were in a win-win situation. Since then, we became close friends, Every week, she travelled a long way to see me, Made big efforts bringing sample of deserts. Which she made and delivered to many shops, Displayed closed to the...

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Night is pending. Not even the most anxious can avoid time. Day after day I dread the the death of nothing that the night spawns. The TV becomes my best friend~ a window of light in the abyss. Old TV shows are brighter than the new. Tonight I choose The Andy Griffith Show. I put my earphones in, and turn the volume down (on the off chance sleep embraces me) and I...

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