Short Maladies Poems
Short Maladies Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Maladies by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Maladies by length and keyword.
it is never a great day
to have pink eye or shingles or hives
Every time I get these maladies
it is an unhappy reminder that
today will not be a great day
Made for the healing of
maladies of the flesh.
May also help the mind.
Marketed by greedy
manufacturers who
maybe value dollars
more than human beings.
3/30/17
A Stone Therapy Cure
Heat application
Ocean rocks are balanced
smooth and round.
From thousands of years
of swirling sea water.
Likewise our bodies yearn
for such harmony.
Cool or heat the sea stones
to tone our maladies.
HEAVY
when the greatness of life
feels arduous under mass
weight of onerous days
we pray in tunes
of blue to blank
out the blaze
of vehement
maladies
that
plague
© Kim van Breda—10 December 2015
Karma is real
Across eons
Stay woke
Thro' troubles
Thought simple
Vistas pure
Maladies heal
Spirits soar
Leave the dark
Endure the present
Dwell on trutjh
Grow compassion
Advance to Dharma
Pure in spirit
A soul at peace
Tranquil from within
2am
In a lost world
vineyards doze
fatigued anticipation
of the next poem
or next breath
Until then
I breathe for you
my brother
I breathe and dream
as best one can
for maladies to fly away
and poets to soar in skies
of imaginations
where we are formerly introduced
by Nuwas
us two
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Storms of Normalcy
David J Walker
Choose your form of
Insanity and
Embrace it
Lace it up like
High-top boots
Lose your view of
Normality
And the maladies
Of societal norms
There will be
Storms
There will be visions
Of a different future
That only you can see
When you weather the
Storms of normalcy
Keep everything clean and clear
When you see that is very near
As all small details judge the big
May make all to take a deep dig
Premise without dust and clutter
Lets colourful butterflies to flutter
Wherever we traverse let’s not
Release the CO2 and sneeze shot
We will have no more maladies such
When verse manifold melodies much..!
How am I to know
What’s wrong with my own mind
The moodiest madmen can’t go
And understand my kind
Just exist is all I do
My maladies stay unnamed
And as the wildest creatures too
My thoughts remain untamed
I write nonsense words and crazy scrawlings
Only I can decode
But through all the madness and sudden bawling
My mind will never unload
The Show
alone
living room dark
pensive
maladies
naked death
the devils dancers
images flash
bright
blindness grips the stage
there is no show
sorry
I can not tell you that
I do not know her
What is a Poet?
A singer of songs, a caller of warnings;
A crier of tears, a laugher, a weeper.
Lover of life; of nature, of God;
One set apart; scoffed at and shunned.
Sufferer of numberless maladies.
A poet spreads his soul;
Rampant over white paper;
To be wondered at and mocked.
To incite passion, tears, and smiles.
To expound truth and create beauty.
she took a breath thinking of her child self
the lights compelled her to begin
she danced as well as any prima donna
appreciative applause for her troupe well-earned
her daddy was finally getting to watch
his baby girl show off her intense prowess
for angels do not have maladies like blindness right?
She danced in his honor, loving the nod she received from heaven.
lout tout clout
pout mouth shout
draped zeal drooled
pruning punctured pool
hoity hankers hoisted
callous crescendos clothed
eerie passion pulsed
gaunt gifts gulped
tempestuous tongue touched
mystic rhythm moaning
busted, blitzkrieg cloning
muffled maladies glowing
dark dribbles damped
taunted thrills trashed.
'20:03:27:17:09
Note: Dedicated to Adeyemi Joshua.
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The gulf between us
is such a yawn.
It's boredom
drawn out
in endless re-runs.
Opposites are meant to
attract like magnets,
north and south.
Right!
But our chasm is abysmal.
It's a melody of maladies
and sick jokes bespoken
by a stand-up
with yawning incompetence
standing on a cliff,
shouting into the distance
while peering into the gulf
of what might have been.
No one's listening.
Right!
Incurable maladies surround us all
heavy it is to bear ones or else's fall
why then interfere's distracting faith
the fact of now places impossible case
Miracles phenomena fades in blaze
Alas soul,
remains in thy kingdoms maze
urging to believe anew relief
put aside all sadness an grief
bethink of joy an pray for glory
never doubt nor worry
an be a part for evermore
in thy greatness an call
I WILL SAIL.
Today I will sail away
Through dark seas
Out of tiny consciousness
Engulfed in clouded gale
Relying on my fragile sails.
Hemmed in by sterile body & mind
Within thousands woes & despair
With no help to cure my maladies
Except myself and the unknown.
Concept upon concept to de-create
Mystifying an inconceivability code
Worldly goods gone in sour mood
In search of destiny of no abode.
Do flower essences cure
maladies?
Flower essences made from
Edible flowers are safer.
Rose,lavender,rosemary.
Cover in a glass with pure
water and position in direct
sunlight for a few hours.
The warmth of the sun extracts
the essence from the flowers
into the water.
Wella,you have flower essence!
Unless preserved,this essence
stays fresh for only a day.
Dr. Edward Bach's research
was the inspiration.
Sanitation and Health
The Sanitation Department merely manages our waste
It will not teach us to reduce the output (advising, “Eat less!”)
The Health system manages our obesity & diseases;
It will not teach us to prevent diseases, prevent obesity -
(unless it can start another symptoms-managing scheme)
So there is a similarity with health and waste (O crap!)
They are managed by experts, who won’t cure our maladies!
©Deo, 20200108th
Here they partake
Here they undertake
The populace for claimed change
But no valuable range
The undertakers often masquerade
The masquerades parade
In-advance will in will
The will unveils self-interests
For youth no job invests
For populace no dining table
For Gerinians maladies incurable
V.I.P Gerinians are equal
In Gerinian all are not equal
When this life is over, whatever be my fate,
I have a few God questions I'd like answered at heaven's gate.
Why do some live long lives while others leave so quickly?
Why let children suffer with maladies, so sickly?
Does a soul choose its birth family?
Will mankind ever live together peacefully?
Is there truly a hell where bad people go to fry?
What happens to animals when they die?
I'll hold my thoughts for eternity if God would only answer, mercifully.