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Short Anaesthesia Poems

Short Anaesthesia Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Anaesthesia by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Anaesthesia by length and keyword.


Premium Member Operation Anaesthesia
Screaming til my face collapsed, broken arrow’s here called 
     Dear God she’s so beautiful, a cascading insouciance befalls 
             Forensics yeah they’ll differ, no doubt say, it was inhumane
     I don’t give a fig leaf, as the daisy cutter obliterates my pain


By 
David Kavanagh...

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Categories: anaesthesia, allusion, pain, perspective,
Form: Quatrain



I Know Me
It was a freak accident of epithelium
under anaesthesia.
You place a window
on to a hollow brain. 

The money makes the monkey out of you.
A green light
blocks the fish, your memory,
to swim in black thoughts.

The yellow rose burns
in your hand. It was beginning of
a domestic race. The nightmares will
take care of the sleep.



Satish Verma...

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Categories: anaesthesia, art,
Form: ABC
Anaesthesia For the Soul
Anaesthesia for the soul

A feeling that has a spiritual flow,

Somehow it feels arcane and old

But the reminds you of years gone by of gold,

We are light beams,

We are star seeds,

We are sunbeams,

Shining light and energy,

We share the love

And bring about beauty and harmony,

Through the act of coalescing unity,

This is anaesthesia for the soul....

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Categories: anaesthesia, inspirational, light, love, spiritual, uplifting,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member Myst
"MYST"
Under Anaesthesia the dream bleeds fast, it lasts forever, it’s over too quick Some kind of fantasy, you meet those you missed Terra Firma no longer exists Floating with other beings Legends are embraced lovingly long time kissed In the Bardo, the "Between" place I'll wait for you with those missed I will wait for you in the Myst (Lovejoy-Burton/May 2018)
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Categories: anaesthesia, journey, love, mother daughter,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member Do I Mind When Things Don'T Add Up
oceanic are my dreams sedated by soporose slumber I drift washed up on a different shore no longer bathed & preserved within icy saline the opposite of the safety of the womb yet preferable to awakening with eyes skinned so that harsh realities sink in I choose to close my eyes shiver in unknown surroundings await the sandman's anaesthesia amnesia battles denial truth battles confabulation I don't want to stand & stare
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Categories: anaesthesia, emotions,
Form: Free verse




Book: Shattered Sighs