Kidneys Poems | Examples

In the Hours Between

It was in the morning 
When I heard him snoring 
Like loud like a lion
He who falls from my eyes
Every sense feeling nonsense 
Early lights in goosebumps 

Served myself a red riddle
Leaving me tortured and energetic 
Shooting my lungs to no air
My kidneys helped me breathe
Each cough counting complaints 
In a peaceful war against the snore

It was at the noon
When I took the spoon
As slowly as a chameleon
I heard with my idle itchy iris
The solo sweetness of sugar 
The extent the morning envied

The signalled shock swiftly slowed
At this cold clock I realised
You'll possibly progress into pains
In cheerful charming your chains
I needed bread! I had bread!
Was then full a hundred

It was in the evening 
When he saw me shoutly quiet
In twilight trails similar to noon
All that split my peas into pies
I had no more morning mourns
More morning laughs had me

Evin Prison

Khaled was a bodybuilding champ in Iran
A photo shows a smiling and very strong man
Then in Evin Prison, at the mercy of nasty folk
His spine fractured, kidneys failed, heart was harmed, leg was broke.

Evin is a bad place, 113 degrees and no A.C.
I'm sure you can think of better places to be
One woman tells us solitary had no toilet or bed
4 months there then 400 days before she learned if she'd be dead.

Israel destroyed the Evin Prison gate
Then Trump called for cease fire, peace could not wait
I guess he didn't want to be dragged into a "forever war"
But for Evin's prisoners, Iran will close that door.

From the "dungeons of oppression" Khaled sent out a cry
He said "freedom of speech and human rights here are a big lie
But most Westerners know that.  It's just "what can we do?"
Until they come for us for their big plans include us too.

Naked Legacy

I taste the beating of your heart
As truth drizzles onto my soul
Daring me to challenge this equation
That turns two pieces into one whole

I embrace a broken mirror
As I am claimed by torment beyond measure
Calling me to face the rigors of this legacy
But instead I run toward pathways of twisted pleasures

I am adrift on a raft of exasperation
As my kidneys' secrets are revealed
Moving me along with sweet defiance
Yet I can't deny this stinging that I feel

I step on a muted diamond
Then blood trickles from my feet
Washing the shackles from my being
Releasing me from this lie of ambiguity

A Threesome in Sioux Falls South Dakota Josh Moore

Whisper is jealous of Josh's black leather boots and Katie's fur lined boots, so they have a threesome to make up for it. They frolic in the moonlight, playing the oboe, xylophone, and vacuum, drooling and spanking each other. Then, the platypus, jackal, and whale join in, hammering out a rhythm on the pajamas, racing the tortoise, and jumping the rabbit's tail. Suddenly, the clocks, magazines, and movies come alive, streaming dirty gray hounds, tungsten spigots, mothers' spleens, kidneys, and tonsils, and cannabis shouting at the moon. The saxophones vomit sand and the pianos strike Jacks, while clouds batter receipts and panty liners. Finally, the cantaloupe refrigerator seals the deal, and the night is filled with laughter.

Looking Forward to

Looking Forward to

I look forward to 
wringing my 
endocrine glands covering the 
top exterior of 
the kidneys; loving deeply, intensely, first respecting and 
approving the 
toilet brush; the 
new second Tuesday of 
the week.

Clear Black

Melt into me
Give in and give up
Let your skin drape over my shoulders 
Shed the light on your insides 
 
feel deeper 
Hear farther 
Black hair growing 
Get out of your head 

A baby-faced killer 
Sold his kidneys for bread
Hunger is a loud beast 
Unforgiving and sweet 

Rest your heart on my chest 
Accepting is death 
You are no longer a shadow 
You are arriving 

Goodbye is illogical 
Leave them wondering 
Misunderstood even in dreams 
You’ve arrived

ALCOHOL AND SMOKE

Is there any pleasure
In a slow, painful, untimely death?
Trading your happy ending
For the dread of this earth.

They say alcohol lessens
Our burdens of this world.
We smoke to blur our worries
Drink to forget yesterday.

Is there pleasure
In a slow, painful, untimely death?
Restraining your lungs for breath
Smoke, and we ready the wreath.

Alcohol and smoke are friends of the dead
They first get into your head.
Then kill your lungs, kidneys, and liver
And once trapped, no means to deliver.

Reckoning Diabetes

Written: June 08, 2024

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I am recognizing this horrible condition
It is to assess the effect it will generate
Every shard and unit of the human body.

Also, accepting the truth is crucial
Balanced fitness and diet are options
Accept each piece of advice seriously
Still, symptoms of pancreatitis may breed
So you still feel frightened
There are several potential hazards.

Explore how diabetes destroys cells
It may require years to learn
How much actual harm occurred?
It is too late to reverse the harm.

Consider it a ticking time shell
It may burst within without escape
The greatest hazard it poses
It may burst within without escape
You may lose your vision or kidneys
A stroke, renal failure, and others are risks. 

The litany of doubts that live in the heart
Fear apropos health risks is ubiquitous
It won't pull away from you as a specter
As long as this sickness is incurable.

Male Footle Slang Names: Part 7

Give This Guy a Chance

Throw in
Rowen

The Hypochondriac

Dyin’
Eyan

So Generous is He

Giver
River

The Sneaky One

Wily
Riley

The Parachutist

Glider 
Ryder

Legal in Half the States

Ruby’s
Doobies

Cute as a Lass

Bonny
Ronny

So Sweet

Randy’s
candies

Always at the Beach

Randall’s
Sandals

Swam to Florida

Cuban
Rueben

Too Stocky for His Race Horse

Jockey
Rocky

Give him a Hanky, Please

Clammy
Sammy

Prefers Prosecution

Lawyer
Sawyer

Guy with Allergies

Itchy
Richie

Time to Land

Fly low,
Shiloh

Always on Dialysis

Sydney’s
Kidneys

A Simple Rapping Pieman

Rhymin’
Simon

Ballerino

Twirling
Sterling

Why He Was Put in Time Out

Sinbad
be bad

The Guy Whose Buttons Pop off

Glutton
Sutton

Dead

I feel myself becoming scraggly in this place.

As if I’m old, but I don’t remember being old.

I feel my face and it’s smooth this time.

They lead me to bed.

They give me bland soup that I dribble everywhere.

I take my bites and they don’t care.

They want to take my organs.

They want my kidneys, and brain, and skin because I’m special.

I fall asleep anyway.

Then it’s breakfast.

And my heart is gone.

To Drink

I drink and drink
One may call it a bender

I drink and drink
Yet never forfeit

I drink and drink 
But only when there's a true call for it

Oh what oh what would be a true call they cry
Why, not a truer call than death do I reply.

I drink and drink
Yet they do not revive

I drink and drink 
Yet my kidneys do thrive

Oh how I drink
Only when death comes
Do I truly oblige.

Oh how I will drink and drink
And drink again
When nothing left flows
Will I subside.

Incessant Wrestle

So the heart murmurs and the kidneys fail, 
The lungs draw wheezing breath as tedious chore, 
The joints in every limb - feeble and frail, 
The mind doesn’t remember anymore…

Yet somehow, something, somewhere out of sight, 
Is full of joyous, everlasting light. 
Now it is time to call a spade a spade 
With the last winning trump card to be played. 

As the ailing body mocks with grim grin, 
As aging organs pull the faulty strings, 
It feels the battle’s lost, fragile and thin - 
Yet stroppy spirit sings on soaring wings!

Conception

The first source of Qi is inherited from your parents at conception. It is known as the “innate vital substance” and is stored in the kidneys. The second source is derived from essential substances in nature such as the air we breathe, food and water.

Kenya

I’ve heard tell of some suicide cult in Kenya;
Poor folk pledged to starve themselves to death 
For God’s glory, and so malevolent surgeons 
Can harvest their organs for profit in trade.

Well, I’ve been to Kenya, and I can say this:
Mombasa seemed quite exotic with its 
Sculpted elephant tusk archway granting 
Unfettered access to the Year of the Cat.

The open road to Nairobi was a safari adventure in itself,
Needing no explanation other than a quarter pound
Of the finest black Afghan hashish this side of Kandahar.
While in Kenya, I never once thought of killing myself.

But I did determine that it would be unsafe
To pass out drunk in any public venue
For fear of waking up with a pain in my side
And find I’m missing one of my kidneys. Kenya, dig it.

Not Necessarily Green

Sausage and custard and ice cream with mustard
Chocolate coated Kentucky Fried Bustard
Whipped cream with mushrooms or frogspawn on toast
These are the foods that an ogre likes most

Volcanic craters and baths full of gators
A pantry thats choc full of gagged and bound waiters
sleeping on bones in a pterosaurs nest
These are the places an ogre likes best

Eyeballs and elbows, the odd severed nose
Ankles and legs and a number of toes
Earlobes and kidneys and hearts to dissect
Things that an ogre just loves to collect

Teeth that are bleeding and eyes that are red
Skin like the skin of somebody that’s dead
One missing ear and a hole in the throat
And chomping raw meat from the leg of a goat

So now that you have him laid clear in your head
The image you see is of someone to dread
For sometimes the truth is a pain in the neck
And ogres in real life are nothing like Shrek

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