Incurable Poems - Poems about Incurable

Diagnosed with NON contagious, yet incurable case of logorrhea..., yielded following resultant fiction, which arbitrarily selected thread first popped into my head considered one among many possible near infinite concocted scenarios arose up, thus continue at your own risk only entertainment ye need dread. When just a ruthless babe at me mother's breast already talking fluently and creating one after another prolific literary pièce de résistance superbly...

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If doc. know it all, slaps you with incurable ask for his credentials even if you think their legit ask yourself for a second opinion then just go on living burn time down to embers pack the remainder of your life onto a pinhead just like you should have from the beginning....

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A word or two with you worth a million texts Squeezing hands ‘fore parting cure for desultory sex ...

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A woman with incurable bleeding came behind Jesus, reached out and feeling the hem of his garment did find at that instant she had received miraculous healing. Jesus then asked, “Who was it that touched me?” “With the press of the crowd just how can we possibly...

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He studies the dinner card, ticks off the boxes for Jell-O and fruit cups; anticipates a deliciousness that he will later swallow mechanically on a plastic spoon. He’s fascinated by his own breath; tasting it on the exhalation, savoring a coolness, as lungs struggle to filter the chemical soup of the ward. He imagines sipping an effervescent sky, pouring it through a revitalized body. ...

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Our lips barely touch. I breath in the taste of you. You linger on the tip of my tongue. Softly brush the edges of my sentiment. Near enough to touch yet out of my grasp. Off limits. Forbidden. Not allowed. Futile sweet captivation. I am utterly without cure....

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For it’s always been you that I utterly adore, My sweet soul shining wonder in the night- You have been my companion, my amour, You are the crimson passion my embers ignite. ...

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Our Bodies, they Hurt. Our Lumps are on fire It befuddles our mind, Our Thoughts a quagmire, We want it to stop. We want it to end. We need a cure. We need to mend. We speak to the experts, but they do not know, How to ease our pain. How to make it go. It hurts to walk, and...

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Whimsical feelings hidden in heart, As in deeper blue. Desires are endless, As expanse of the sky. Thoughts are velocious, As swift as breeze. Dreamers are legendary, Incurable and fatal !!...

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My passion drives me to look into your eyes I see your wants and needs with no denies My puppy look expression takes you by surprise As I hear your heart call out with love of sighs With such a cute look and expressions that wills I yell out to you with hope and love that thrills I smile to you...

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What is this incurable decay that is called life What gives us the right to opinions ? We knew nothing when we were born; We'll know less just before we fall to our death...

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will tell you,,why I dont sleep but this will only make me weep the sunken pride of my eyes all the dreams that I visualize,, in my naked heart ! the engine over here doesnt start ! i creep and crawl in the staircase and think of my pure golden days ...

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Doctors working on a polio vaccine Gave a mixture of plasma to the chimps, The chimps mixed plasma was given to the Congo and its Africans The Congo gave it to the men The tourist snuck passed security and gave it to the man. The man gave it to his women The relationship ends and the woman screws the...

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Two scales must always be within an approximate range for an accurate weight, and the close relationship between the Humankind and God must withstand any change. Solutions must be found before catastrophe approaches, and if we were caught by surprise, we would regret the outcome; less trees should be cut down to make room for buildings. Thieves, murderers and rapists should...

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Chromed blade promptly With adroit, raw incisions Separates toxic, mounting mass Unsterilized weeping fears Tourniquet burnt By caring eyes separated Self-victimization Flooding the dark room With febrile infectious tears Incessant wakened hours pass The phantom poison Remains flowing...

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