Short Asthmatic Poems
Short Asthmatic Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Asthmatic by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Asthmatic by length and keyword.
There is snow on her coat, her ****, and her eyelashes
She has run up the hill in spurts and weird little dashes
Her breathing is labored, she remembers now she is an asthmatic
Her inhaler is where? Too bad carrying it with her is not automatic
Categories:
asthmatic, sick,
Form:
Rhyme
Unseen, pollen floats suspended…
Asthmatic reactions in stratos.
Although a landscape looks barren…
Organism legions live in strata.
Salt water is so prevalent…
Thirsty humans can’t drink frothy surf.
*For the Sky, Soil and Sea contest.
Categories:
asthmatic, nature
Form:
Crystalline
old train whistling like an asthmatic
coal fire and soot, thoughts
deranged loosely connec-
ted salad of words
withdrawal at the last instant
birth of a celestial monster
bizarre postures purpose-
less agitations catatonic
excitements, waxy flex-
ible stupour
Categories:
asthmatic, allegory,
Form:
I do not know?
Empty as a new house
Without the eagerness to move in.
The struggle to breathe
Is almost asthmatic.
Tornado-like force
Sucks away any life within.
The smile on her face, so fake
Yet a plastic surgeon would be fooled.
But they don't care
They never did care..
Categories:
asthmatic, absence
Form:
Free verse
Daffodils on rolling hills
Tulips in full bloom
A rose emerges every hour
Aroma of peonies in my room
Dad burn it, I Hate Spring
It’s far too aromatic
Earth's rebirth blots out mine
~ Alas, I’m highly asthmatic
Categories:
asthmatic, flower, health, senses, spring,
Form:
Rhyme
As the snow is
tidal in the trees,
consider the tracks
and the dark tons
asthmatic with steam,
cold as the moon`s slight
black as the stars are hidden,
perfect as a pulse of wheel;
dead crate of steel
that rests and waits
then moves by magic
quiet through the ice night.
Categories:
asthmatic, winter,
Form:
Free verse
every breath was a wheeze
sometimes it sounded more like a whistle
who was making this sound?
I stilled myself the best I could
my nose was whistling
my mouth was wheezing
two perks of being an asthmatic
add the perk of having to struggle to breathe
and you are part of this party
Categories:
asthmatic, sick,
Form:
Free verse
Chickens we consign to coops
Pigs we pack into pens
Horses we corral in a stable
Cows we stick in a shed
Our children play in spacious playpens
at night, like roses, they sleep in a bed
Yet animals have fun, they feed and frolic
~ while asthmatic youngsters develop colic
Categories:
asthmatic, animal, children, fun, sick,
Form:
Rhyme
Beyond the gates,
Where the old bakery stood,
Was a memory of cold hands and
The saving glittering gems of the jelly doughnut.
Then late for practice and asthmatic from suicides.
My mother's voice calling in the wind.
When is it all reconstructed the right way?
Under what gray moon do things flutter with meaning
As deep as our bones?
Categories:
asthmatic, memory,
Form:
Free verse
My friend always says “we need to get together soon”
She is a phone friend.
I remind her that I am not going anywhere unless it is forty degrees.
I am an asthmatic.
Cold air triggers my respiratory infection and pneumonia.
I reiterate this twice during this phone call.
“It’ll be forty degrees tomorrow,” she says.
My pause does not last two seconds.
“I don’t want to,” I reply.
Categories:
asthmatic, friend,
Form:
Free verse
At age ten, I found a trunk in the attic
full of leather-bound books and tied up comics.
Luckily they weren't dusty; I'm asthmatic,
dad scored them cheap base on street economics
but my recall’s somewhat melodramatic.
But for years, leery of Russian atomics
I would hide in the attic; my special place,
and read a book, from Shakespeare to outer space.
(Rispetto)
Feb. 1, 2019
Categories:
asthmatic, 10th grade, age, books, feelings, home, image,
Form:
Rispetto
The heavy, white powdered legs
of snow-sticky trees arches
the tunnel of street down the
winding lane of Sunday morning
go-to-meeting church time full
of winter and children and rubber
shells of withered winter apples
used for snowmen's eyes like
asthmatic Shriners dirt-coated in
too-warm winter sun melting,
rolling, packing days of second
childhood smashed like crystal
snowballs in the future
of those green apple eyes.
Categories:
asthmatic, imagination, life, nature, winter, winter,
Form:
Free verse
The Gray Park
Our parks, are slowly covered in gray
Devoured by steel, A cement buffet.
Business is booming, but at what cost I ask
Of course not the dollar!
I refer to green obstruction, a disagreeable task
Coughing and sputtering is not reserved for cars
as asthmatic patients suffer from smog, like non smothered cigars
My park remains green, but for how long I wonder?
The gray park gains on the green, construction loud like thunder
Categories:
asthmatic, urban
Form:
I do not know?
They do not know I name them—
the trees blackened by exhaust,
asthmatic, stoic gods lining
pedestrian bridges that never forget.
Each leaf is a reluctant confessor.
Each trunk remembers
how I once pressed my palm and thought:
You too are surviving this.
I walk past ads that scream at no one.
Past lovers who will never call again.
Even the sky here has bills to pay.
But I stay, because someone has to remember
the dust collecting on invisible altars.
Categories:
asthmatic, loneliness,
Form:
Free verse