Sick Poems | Examples of Sick Poetry

Willy the wannabee Wallaby went To visit his sweet, sick aunt Millicent He met a dingo who said, Don’t look for Millie in bed, Relish her in my belly with free rent!...

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I'm sorry for being black I'm sorry I ever cared Every moment Every smile Was pity Why be ashamed? When I'm just me Standards on standards to fit Expectations to meet People to please Now I am ashamed Ashamed that I could not fit and distort my true self for others Eight years old, on a staircase, trying to scrape off my complexion Maybe if I was not...

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I've known of a girl, young and brave Not for long, yet it's etched clear an impression she left on. Struck like a storm, came a cacodemon, Strolling through her blood Tormenting every cell it encountered. Could never gauge the depth of her agony or extent of her cancer. Therapy too left behind nasty scars Her beauty taking a distinct cast Something...

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I watched you grasp for air You fought and fought hard I felt helpless I wanted to help but didn’t know how Your hospital monitors were going crazy I wanted to cry but couldn’t It was like voices in my head saying shouldn’t Witnessed your agony and pain Tears wanted to fall I held back Your eyes and body went into a seizure I knew from...

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Bring your sick along beside Me Jesus healed the sick and lame Heal me Jesus the woman cried Jesus knew her and her name Come to me dear daughter He said Let me show you the forgiving way You touched My cloak, it moved me so She dropped to her knees and prayed ...

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A man once asked me, in the middle of a drifting conversation, “How long do you sleep in a day— if you ever sleep at all?” I looked at him, searching for a polite reply but found none that fit the weight of his question. So I simply said, “I do sleep— just like any normal soul.” But deep inside, I wondered— what does normal sleep even...

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It came like a whisper on wings too dirty for angels, a fly with no gospel— just bloodlust and fire. I don’t remember the bite— only the stories they told me— the brain-boil, the silence of a body already leaving, the baby too lethargic to be called alive, and the ice-water baths. Above the crib, they hovered— not angels, not flies, but entities without names, bodiless heads...

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You may—I might—theywill—some ‘won’t’—just say: “Living’s a walnut begging to be cracked!” And if-or when-but why-sosoon-the impact of such a soundstatement will hardly weigh? on the forget- fret- fear-ful kind of gray dispositions who dwell on the abstract (no)tion of (this)regard or a(n/a)tacked self sobbing in the corner of the day.— Re—again—jected once one final more, such spirits spurn the sense ‘security’, to cling...

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Having been so long untouched, I’d become a child beyond touch and unclean. So, when suffocatingly roused from a nightmare of death to unbreathable silence in an oxygen tent, I cried afraid of dying alone. From somewhere (outside of all darkness) you appeared (starched-pinafored and perfumed a student nurse working nights after classes) bringer of light restorer of air redeemer. At your...

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From whence it came and for what purpose, completely mystifies. Could be from earth's galaxy with The One God to look toward or another universe, though those with degrees say such is jive. Perhaps, said denial is one omnipotent wisdom has long adored. Here it did appear, causing humans to endlessly, painfully agonize, as it senselessly, cruelly, ever stains us...

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I remember in every detail the kitchen where my grandmother worked while helping out at my uncle’s convenience store. There was just a flimsy curtain separating the living quarters; a bell would announce when customers walked in. I remember that big window by the table where there was a tiny 6” tv and the far corner where once in a while she would pull...

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These stairs have wept a million tears walking from parking lot to hospital room Hearts travel them, to meet their worst fears Through shadows and shame, past years Blessed by the memoires who consume These stairs have wept a million tears With the music of a soul ringing in my ears There’s more love and grace than gloom Hearts travel them, to meet...

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i wonder if this feeling will pass. if the skin rotting beneath my eyes will become a permanent color of blue, if the bruises on my knees will fade to nothing more then flesh. they say this feeling goes away as you age- im not so sure about that. i feel the agonizing sensation of pain rotting...

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A single tear is all I can give, For my body is drained of that pleasure. I’m too weak to remember the years I lived, Or the days too heavy to measure. So where does that leave me falling? What is it that could cure me? A single walk would tell me nothing - But at least for a moment I’d be...

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Bloodlet me, my precious You can make this my willing sacrifice To cure me of impurity, of sickness. Cut gashes into my face. Discard chunks of my body. These cliffs into my mind, Scars of unhealing, they save me. Blotch my red everywhere. Nobody wants my stained mind, but you— You save all the sympathy— Iridescent, darling, could you ever understand? Can't you see, I want to...

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