Lung Poems - Poems about Lung

My window shut, blocking Summer’s fierce gaze and brown haze from distant flaming timbers. One machine cools the room, then my cats and I may nap. Another, like a Vegas magician, pulls gallons of water from the air we breathe. My window shut, glazed by Winter’s cruel lick, outside sheets of ice and broken branches. Furnace air and a space heater blanket us with dry heat. Eyes...

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As the sun slowly fades it’s dimming light Pain takes hold and consumes the night. A mind haunted by what’s to come, Losing my strength, I start to come undone. In my reflection, I am left to see, The toll of sadness that burdens me. I hear, The whispers of strength left behind, Echo reminders of a restless mind. Longing for what...

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These days, when I look at you Fear transcends Your heaviness Your electric breathing Your encompassing total body You, the iron lung Yes, now these days Fear strikes out against the childhood horrors The endless nights of lone imaginings The images that a fifties child bears deep within the mind to get vaccinated. You’re not alive and You’re not after me, climbing my steps as you pant and...

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Grim reaper scion donned as nodule on lung... Lodged squarely upon corporeal property (i.e. necessary soft tissue) of Amelie Beth Harris-McGeehan mine eldest sister, when medical technician informed aforementioned unpleasant tidings earlier today February 25th. Utmost grievousness grips analogous to invisible strong hands strangulating "I can't breathe" while grappling trying to process apocalyptic forebodings (impinging on mine corporeal fifty plus shades of gray matter). Impossible mission (insync with absent impetus), thus renders feeble...

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Thoughts which spark reaction Induce an odd phenomena Thrusted lung eruption Humour honourer ...

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Every time you light a cigarette All you want to do is forget Forget the past and the future For years you've smoked away You smoked and smoked and never quit Suicide is that your thought? Never thought once about your children Whom lie there forever sleeping Out there in the bitter cold Without any...

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The Iron Lung Haunting in the shadows from the Fifties' years turning up for unexpected shock, why does it recapture all my hidden fears, whether having known its ways or not? Panic pulsates deeply in the iron lung, phobia that swells from feet to neck. Man and machine working as a rhythmic one, encasing all but head to chasten death. Huge, steel, 800 pound,...

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Descending down the spiral steps to hell; Acquiesced charcoal in phosphorous glow. As if enchained by an enchantress’ spell; Into the flames do I merrily go: Endeared, the Master speaks ill of my worth Before softened lips move closer t’wards I; Lavender fragrance plumes lavishly forth - My lungs become gills…her perfume is dry. And as my squalid breath cries out for more Some...

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Even though she needs to feel it between her lips she won't smoke those cancer sticks because then he'd be in her lungs....

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He carried the oxygen from one room to another but the smallest effort cost. The air was fresh but the breath wouldn't catch and coughing. He wondered how his plan was left unfulfilled. He had used every human he had ever come in contact with. And now after living with his sister and her husband for thirty years he...

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Incredibly hung , with the one bung lung, And kidneys not quite a failing, He went to the dentist , Tooth reefed out, Sucked ciggys without inhaling. The guys in the bar, Sucked on cigars, Checked him, the toilet, ha, Were enthral led with , The girth n gift , “how come it are” Said, “Wear no jocks, Or stinking feet socks,” Too big for...

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