Sickbed Poems - Poems about Sickbed

...As the yellow-orange sun slowly rises Memories of your class's fun flood my heart Thoughts run to your teaching and enterprises You brought those tiny ......

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... How does a Wallenda fly on a trapeze How does ‘Houdini’ escape with such ease How does a warrior rise from his sickbed Is it courage of the heart or that of the head H......

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...Look out you might see them scuttling down your street patting the neighbour’s dog nodding to people they meet They lurk on hospital corridors wearing their black shiny shoes then scour obit......

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...Looking Out My Window From My Sickbed Longdead treeshadow Creeps across the face of a nurse-white house Immortalized in sunlight A mantis Stealthily Touches the shattered eye; A window ......

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...The new groom Loved his bride so One day she took ill He took her in tow I'll clean and I'll cook Set you up with a book In a day, maybe two You'll be as good as new To eat, what'......

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...SAVIOR Who is he who has regard for the weak, restores the length and breadth of a sick man? In bleak times, whose mercy does the flesh seek, when troubled times divert you from canned plan?......

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...Suddenly over the sudden years I have felt an encumbrance; I sense an albatross - the weight of sundry uncharted days. Times I chronicle today as if I were a wax cylinder and not the broken spool......

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...Writing to you about the evil I enjoy. More like knowing the hate I have for fever. On this sick bed I curse fever. For employing my body against me. I sneezed a hundred last night. Accompanied ......

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...This rainy morning you gave me a feel of your flower Thank you I want to give you a poem in return Soaked in pleasant smell of the showers I like your eyes going through these words from green f......

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...see this happen one night, a night as white as a phosphorus star left her (and all of us) blind beggars with holes in our clinking tin cups an awful bluebeard a redblooded villain was to ch......

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...A stomach virus laid me out, My husband down as well And then we were surprised to hear Somebody ring the bell. Two bags delivered to our door With Gatorade and soup, Saltines and even Alka-S......

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...For the chrysanthemums in the back yard Are overly dignified, For the cosmos in the front yard Are simply too tall… When I alone looking at the troubled world outside through the window, the C......

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...lonely as a dried up hero legend only to the past, as a world moved on from foolish children’s faith, energy of generations arrives at perigee, blown out like flatulence snuck into polite conversatio......

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