Short Tuberculosis Poems
Short Tuberculosis Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Tuberculosis by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Tuberculosis by length and keyword.
intellect
not the same as intellectual
I avoid one as if it was tuberculosis
the other I run toward, happy to greet it
Cough and he will show us
POTUS halitosis
oil and conquest focus
his loyalty is bogus
when what they do not notice
sows tuberculosis
grandfather
died in the forgotten plague
of the last century*
I sit musing under the cherry
startled by a white possum
*tuberculosis
Cough,
O this endless cough
Don't know what is this
Asthma or tuberculosis
Allergy or real disease
Cough in the morning
Cough in the evening
Where to find the cure?
I consult to the doctor
But still,
No cure.
Outbreak of tuberculosis
Out and out ridiculousness
Outcomers who refuse inoculations
Outgrowth of a new pandemic
Outlandish selfishness and self-importance
Outrageous and intolerable
Outside of common sense
Outstandingly self-absorbed and neglectful
She looked like an angel
Sitting there in her bed
Everybody loved her
She had a great sense of humor
They say I am like her
I am very honored.
She was my dear mother.
She was a very sick lady.
She had tuberculosis and stomach cancer
She left me and this old world at the age of forty-five
I was age five
Mom I love you and I miss you.
Rosy lips,
And rosy cheeks,
Plump face,
A person with a grace!
His ‘good’ (?) health,
Behoves his wealth,
Eats well,
Looks well!
But becomes easily breathless,
Often gets night-sweats,
His health is virtual,
And not real!
This ‘big’ boss,
Can not have “Koch’s!”
Some one may challenge,
Beware! A strange cozenage!!
Form:
We never appreciate feeling well,
Even when we are sick and swollen
And hurting.
We never appreciate feeling well.
Even when we have been sick for
Ten days with the sorest throat
We have ever had
We never appreciate feeling well
Even after we have had shingles and
Tuberculosis and blubonic
Plague for a year
We never appreciate feeling well
For very long.
And we rarely say
Thank you.
When you eat chicken,you get chicken-pox.
When you play polo, you catch polio.
When you color,you catch cholera.
When you descend on people you catch dysentry.
When you like harvesting potato tubers you catch tuberculosis.
When you steal answer you catch cancer.
When you don't like people you catch Aids.
When you eat from a dish in a cafeteria you catch diphteria.
If you continue to tie your headtie you'll get typhoid.
Weary, sullen, mournful face,
A tale of internal disturbance tells,
Perhaps of some chronic illness,
Or of current affairs!
Dark rings around the eyes,
Malar prominence and sunken cheeks,
Malar flush of high fever,
Makes the diagnosis more clear
Clinicians! beware! pay attention!
It may be Acute consumption!
( Note:-- The first episode of
Acute consumption i.e.
Acute miliary tuberculosis may
masquerade Acute bronchitis. )
Form:
A coughing coffin,
When befriending HIV —
A double trouble;
They both bring death in a private jet.
Its cough is tough,
Appetite grows tight,
Its fever can boil a river,
And weight is lost as death awaits.
Treat it — that’s how to beat it,
For death is a debt.
So don’t shrug off the drugs —
Complete them at least.
Stigma erupts like magma,
Losing friends becomes a trend;
Though the battle may rattle you,
Revival will bring survival.