Sickbed Poems - Poems about Sickbed

... 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......Read the rest...

...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 ......Read the rest...

...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'......Read the rest...

...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?......Read the rest...

...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......Read the rest...

...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 ......Read the rest...

...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......Read the rest...

...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......Read the rest...

...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......Read the rest...

...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......Read the rest...

...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......Read the rest...