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Afraid to step out , afraid to be inside
The scene haunt , WE WANT JUSTICE that's what everyone reside
God made this creature to admire
Contrary these devils are burning them in fire
Didn't you understood yet ?
What am talking about ?
Devils who roam are now considering it as bet
Were a time - only one dirty gaze and our ancestors fought
Flowers were beautifying the nature
Yet shattered to make someone day
Or end up lying on someone grave
Left no hopes of array
It's not only about flower
Do every beautiful thing meant to be destroyed?
Is this is a destiny - left beauties with no power
Harsh right ? The creature suffer the most which meant to be mesmerized
They blame dressing sense for the cases which are raised
Can you explain why white coat turned to be red ?
Why devils attacked them whose face can't be glanced?
What's the fault of someone who just stepped?
Why the one whose one leg is under the grave ?
Contrast of universe is no joke
The beautiful eyes shed the tears most
Society said in victims opposition
Said job like teacher and doctor are made for them
Numerous of question arises with mixture of conclusion
Say why white coat found soaked with red floor then ?
Why children threat make them suffer from hypertension
Silence....yet full of answers
Thundering works made sky in tears
It hurts more
When own species answered in opposition
False reason...applying salt on the shore
Everyone silent - even after reaching the conclusion
Clear ! Neither clothes nor occupation is the reason
If something is - then it's those eyes with bad intention
If you still don't feel bad
Then just imagine you sat on the boat and went for boat riding
The bunch of crab made your stick fall which you had
Suddenly got hit by huge wave and you started drowning
Seagull saw the scene got shocked and hurriedly stand
Started marching cried with agony
Now open your eyes the view was terrifying
Now think how those are dying
Thinking to make full stop on these ?
Please ask everyone to clear dirt from there mind with ease
Instead of teaching them synchronisation Teach them to fight
So they can save themselves when situation is not right
Thanks
“Cats teach us how to enjoy life. They savor every moment, from
the warm sun on their backs to the joy of a well-played pounce.”
– Anonymous
Snow stopped rubbing against my leg to get attention
when he became curious about Christmas tree lights
tangled all over the floor to the point of contention.
I saw him begin nibbling the bulbs, taking little bites,
so I shooed him away in a moment of apprehension,
afraid that he might break one. Oh, the hypertension!
That lasted all of thirty seconds, and Snow was back,
crouched in hunt mode, his eyes locked on a string.
I saw him tense, creeping closer, ready for the attack.
He chattered and launched himself like a coiled spring,
landing in strings and ran as if he was on a racetrack.
I reached for my camera. It was moment for my Kodak!
Instead of being frightened, he was perfectly content
to walk around, wrapped in lights from head to toe,
so, I let him prance like that for a while without dissent.
But when I tried to take them off, I got a hiss from Snow
letting me know that giving them up was not his intent.
It became a problem that I had to cleverly circumvent.
I thought that turning on the lights I'd already strung
might change his mind and fill Snow with a bit of fright
so, I busied myself with ornaments and stockings hung,
then found him cozied up beneath the tree. What a sight!
He was licking each brightly colored globe with his tongue.
That string still tightly wound around him, they were flung.
I didn't have the heart to take away his brand new toy.
While soothing him with my voice, I plugged him in,
standing by in case he was scared, but not my lil' boy.
Here's the photo and I swear, Snow is wearing a grin.
He's asleep before the hearth, on a pillow of corduroy.
A memory to treasure on this Christmas filled with joy.
When I placed a golden star atop my Christmas tree
I heard the faint mewing from beside the fireplace.
Snow's big blue eyes were open wide as if in plea.
I just couldn't stand the sad look upon my kitty's face
and put a star on his head, then got a holder for a battery
so his lights could move with him. Now, he's purring at me.
Lost Soul
We’ve gathered here to say goodbye
to yet another boring guy,
kept on yelling for attention
till it gave him hypertension.
Now in the box beneath the shroud
he’s got the eye of all the crowd,
best leading role he ever had,
but no applause and no one’s sad.
Old mourners sprinkle ancient pews,
ill fitting suits and pee-stained trews,
some glasses, dentures, aching backs
with makeup plastered in the cracks.
They kneel for prayers on creaking limbs
then silent lips mouth unknown hymns.
The dead man’s peers in church are few.
Who pays respects where none seem due?
His painted widow in her weeds
now wonders who will sate her needs
with hubby just about to burn
and end up ashes in an urn.
She never grudged the man his health,
content enough to share the wealth,
but pleased this sudden turn of fate
serves up his helping on a plate.
Poor vicar wonders what to say.
about this stiff that’s come his way.
He’s no great speeches in reserve
just... bless a saint and damn a perv.
He settles for the standard rite
then tells the crowd they’ll be all right,
“beyond the stars lie happy lands,
so love your neighbour all shake hands.”
Corpse’ brother sitting cap in hand,
chief mourner in this dismal band,
now ponders on the decent wait
before a widow has a date.
Just wants to get her into bed
but cash and sex means getting wed,
been dodging that since leaving school
concludes that life is Goddamn cruel.
Sister of the spurned cadaver
cannot stand all this palaver.
She didn't like the man in life,
all flashy cars and tarty wife.
Deep down she’s feeling rather chuffed
for all his din he quietly snuffed.
Same cap fits the other brother,
clone of father, not his mother.
This woman weeping by the door
floats back in time to years of yore,
dreams of a lovely friend at school,
so kind and gentle fun and cool,
who shared a secret both held tight
that seemed to change him overnight.
He truly was a super lad
until abused by evil dad.
I remember when we were little and I always imagined we would grow old together. You always loved butterflies and sunflowers, the brightest things and even singing you are my sunshine to your daughter as we got older. We had our fights, but we always forgave each other. When that day came and you gave birth to your daughter I knew youd be a great mom but we found out something terrible. You had a disease called pulmonary hypertension. Your lungs and heart gradually got worse, I watched you month by month get sicker.. and thinner.. your hair was falling out. I never imagined how it would feel having the disease until November when I fainted and they told me I to had it. You were by my side every day, helping me through it.. through the change I never imagined we would face. Together we understood while everyone around us never did. The night you went to the hospital .. because you had pain and we found out it was a blood infection, you caught 4 months.. good and bad nights we were so close to that lung transplant but it just ... didnt seem good. We spent time together, I saw you every day I could. The night they took you in for your heart surgery.. I looked at you so beautiful so strong, you faught so hard.. I thought I'd see you again.. laughing and smiling.. talking walking and breathing.. days after the surgery you never woke up.. and we lost you. That day we made the toughest desicion .. to let you be free... and I swear now I always see butterflies.. everywhere I go I know you're still with me but I just feel like I cant see ahead .. I always thought wed stand.. together at the end.. you're at peace.. you're flying .. you are a beautiful butterfly and I know you will live on in memory and in the heart. I love you, my dear sister...
Fight for a Cure
Pulmonary arterial hypertension
Encapsulation Versus Elaboration...
Therefore, I opted to
reduce heavy sedation
within unsuspecting reader rabbit
summarization superseded elaboration,
less reason spurring salacious secretion
i.e. a-z expletive epithet, et cetera laced
verbalization crucifixion subsequently,
neither nameless nincompoop (me)
crossing verboten drive,
nor this ditto anonymous
poetic purveyor to burden heavy
onlookers with elegiac colluding bugaboo
even daunting grizzly Adams,
endeavoring exclusively exercising
"E" valuation in futile attempt
to express mild exuberance
entailing English language.
Essentially erudition wrought
elucubration, ecstatic emotion,
enunciation, enumeration, eradication
narrowly avoiding writer's block
concomitent ebullition, emasculation
exacerbation, exasperation,
stepped up escalation elevation
malignant hypertension, encrustation
elementary (my dear Watson)
extemporaneous embarkation
severely affected non exlax induced
emergency enema evacuation,
but not even for the grace of dog
unstoppable elimination, ejection...
exhausting excavation
water closet expedition
elucidation, elation, edification,
vis a vis emancipation,
despite literary emaciation malnutrition
near extinction yours truly,
nonetheless... faint eruption
eureka ejaculation elongation
emanation awoke new edition
regarding neigh saying kid on the block
elicitation, elocution, energization,
eroticization, estimation, excitation
activated skeletal echolocation
eye opening entrepreneurial effectuation
analogous TVA electrification,
hence enervation equalization
relieved self cannibalization
thankfully discouraging envenomization
invariably in conclusion,
no exaggeration pronouncing
exemption verdict against
my extirpation sore disappointment!
AMERICA AND MY CHILDREN ARE DISPLACING ME---
must I die
said the elderly man
must I cry
says the elder woman
what wrongs have I done
to be treated as such
America treats me like an unwanted shoe
Like a bunion that needs to be cut off, shaved
Pluck me out of surroundings ship me off
No time for me because your job and your own children
mistreated
unappreciated
misguided
subsided
abused and recused
unaccepted neglected
make check myself
sell my home, my house
basically telling me to git lost
place me a nursing home
haaa!! been grown be 4 U was born
now your torn lock me up throw the key away
Come visit me every other holiday
Life savings, home car sold just enough money
To pay the nursing home bill for about 2 months and 3 years
Now falling down
Taking my car keys
Cloddish veins, headaches, hypertension, diabetes
Are not my greatest fears
My greatest fear is America and my Children have just locked me up
America you've thrown me away
Help me Lord
your servant Mr. and Mrs. Elderly
America treats me like an unwanted shoe
Like a bunion that needs to cut off, shave
Pluck me out of surroundings ship me off
No time for me because your job and your own children
Living NO dying in America
what wrongs have I done
to be treated as such
must I die
said the elderly man
must I cry
says the elder woman
Pluck me out of surroundings ship me off
No time for me because your job and your own children
mistreated
unappreciated
misguided
subsided
abused and rescued
unaccepted neglected
make check myself
sell my home, my house
basically telling me to git lost
America you've thrown me away
Help me Lord
your servant Mr. and Mrs. Elderly
America and my children placing me a nursing home
12/9/18
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©2018
The ones we love, are the ones you shove,
Yet you think He is happy, the one above.
Probably He is not watching the game...
That will soon bring upon you, shame!
Or will spare you with the earthly death,
But you shall live to suffer while you breathe...
The ones you admire, will be burnt like Fheroes' desires,
To morn your faces with tears so hot of fires!
That in agony, thy peace will know condolences,
How sharp its thorns wear out sighs in sequences;
For love to live the humble royal craziness,
With which you neglected their moms and dads to unwieldiness.
The world you cherish, you shall pray it perish.
Rainbow of trouble, color their courage in fetish!
And cease its effectiveness cum due morrow,
That today will drag the past skipped sorrow;
Unto thy running feet to a one corner...
Feeding you from its karma like foreigner.
The running feet would retire to Niger Area,
Which you abandoned to mosquitoes causing malaria;
Thinking you can forever run the relay...
Traveling to fro the globe without delay-
Getting back from outside the house;
Cleaned of no raging mouse.
Their blood pressure is your hypertension,
You can not hide all day its tension.
Their stifled heartbeats are in your thoughts,
You shall continue to see as stars like astronauts.
Their shining stars have been mar,
You will never be clean of its scar.
Their own home you set on cry,
You will never know joy no matter the try.
Their parents you render childless,
Your wards calamity be bottomless.
Their ways you made bushy,
You will never know ways so cushy.
Live to drink the whole of little,
To mark Abels' blood on Cain not belittle.
AMEN!
Sunshine grows men on ropes
Similar with metaphors and similes
And cold plastic smiles.
Slim, shiny, at first slimy, Then…
Then mass produced body index
Fat and hypertension deficit syndrome-o-matic.
Failure due to faulty, underfunded, cheap union labor parts.
Broken and glued
taped back
to the semi-flaccid meat bag’s parts
Ad nauseam,
But worth regurgitating
for the sake of curiosity’s infinite lives.
Will you spare a tired old man a dozen redbirds?
All dead and empty.
Ad nauseam.
Entering ourselves head first, strong
Into the green-blue gluttonous mausoleum nausoleum
With fancy golden embryo.
Embryo cold ,
with teeth chattering loose,
Broken from gnawing the misconceived development
Of a prenatal worm-child.
The background was aforementioned “Thus”.
Inter-missionary positions
on all seeing eyed pyramids
Connect myriads of the labyrinth.
Run for cover before the light breaks the shadow fault line
Of what is right and what is written
Because I can’t bear to tell you what is wrong.
Sunshine grows ropes on men
different from the same old, same old.
Mad at the world because like opinions and ideas and optimism
And a general surety of a done deal.
Nothing is relative to Uncle Certain.
Just Aunt Be.
Hollow minds can only feed hollow stomachs
From the, “Why did they even come here?”
Go back home to your party fanciful.
If you think it’s you then why are you still here
Under the tree that shades us from falling
Birthmark razorblade sweet tarts.
It all starts over and over.
I think it's genius
when a person can
see beyond the veil
as they used their gifts
in the most creative way,
in imperiling the darkness
in a jesting way.
This is what we call comedy.
There are many but
few will dare to speak out.
The few to speak out
are the most noble ones
with the heart of a lion.
Bernie Mac,
Dave Chappelle,
Kat Williams,
Eddie Griffin,
Richard Pryor,
Jim Carrey,
Redd Foxx,
Lenny Bruce,
Dick Gregory,
The Smothers Brothers,
There's more,
but I would like to say, gratitude
for carrying the torch
of illumination in
exposing the darkness.
Thank you for never
backing down when the
odds were against you
as you stared into
the face of temptation.
Heart pumping faster
than a cheater chasing
it victim. Blood on
the borderline of hypertension.
Out of the blue,
things became peculiar,
and frightening, as their
intuition, forewarned them,
ahead of time. Leaving
them in a state of distress,
they became agitated and startled.
As these events were unexpected,
it lead them, not to trust anyone
again, but it was to late.
Spiritually, they received
their rewards for their
bravery and courage deeds.
There's only a few of
them that still persist,
as the hyenas secretly
tries to silence them.
Some light chicken noodle some like beef and broccoli some like vegetarian some light broth some like tomato some like cream of mushroom but my favorite soup can I tune to is the ones with the alphabets the letters the verses I am devoted to Poetry Soup I love me some poetry soup it's beyond alphabet pasta boiled in salted water
Unlike your natural soups filled with wheat flour water whole egg egg whites niacin you might want to change the focus sulfate favor1 drenched in salt should I say sodium salt it's a carrots chicken fat modified food starch did I say salt flavored with beta carotene yellow color dye dehydrated parsley garlic powder did I say sodium filled with lots of salt nutrition not facts is filled with 940 mg minimum of You Know sodium salt did I mention can you say hypertension
I think I just stick with my mind and my influence and the still small voice Whispers in my ear to contain the inspired will of a guy who and steals the letters the words the versus it's my choices to recoup to live on the nourishment I derive from Poetry Soup
A dedication to all my Brothers and Sisters in verse bless you all members of Poetry Soup
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