Sickly Poems - Poems about Sickly

I saw Jesus Today I saw Jesus this morning… in shredded clothes, shivering, begging and all he wanted was just to eat! I saw Jesus this morning, on the street… under the scotching sun. He had no shelter on His head. I saw Jesus today In my neighbor’s house… Frail… sickly… He has no money...

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I saw Jesus Today I saw Jesus this morning… in shredded clothes, shivering, begging and all he wanted was just to eat! I saw Jesus this morning, on the street… under the scotching sun. He had no shelter on His head. I saw Jesus today In my neighbor’s house… Frail… sickly… He has no money...

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I can’t play on my phone anymore. Because the screen hurts like a laser in my eyes. I can’t watch TV anymore. Or read. Or think. But I’m not bored. My mom is confused. She doesn’t understand. Why I’m so petulant. Refusing to sleep. Because I might wake up with no limbs. This bed, It hurts, Like someone is scratching my back. But if I stand, I get...

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I like to complain about being locked in I like to nag about my freedom About how much I have lost the illusion of control over things. Over me. I was scared. I was afraid that being alone with me would be devastating. There would be no escape from my mind. There would be no...

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I was born sickly in a certain way I had to eat my "veggies" every day If I did not My brain would rot At least that's what my mom would always say!...

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Mine flaps and falls while yours glides and soars; I can’t match in my heart what you have in yours. And if there’s anything we don’t have time for It’s brand new paint on a cracking floor....

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Unjustly stymied, down by law, The good citizen balks, throws his - Monkey wrench into the grinding gears of society: "They all be damned." But freed, aided, The good citizen (Way, will) makes straight that path, Turns forward the Great, Lasting Wheel of Society, For the benefit of all....

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Hark! Loudly sounds th' ill-advised trumpets... Dance thou Addicts! Dance thou Alcoholics! 'We Dance Sickly' as though helpless puppets; Do all addicts and alcoholics....

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I stare at your picture, its so, exotic now to me, to see you healthy for once, and is it true, that look on your face, says your finally happy... Your bodys getting back in shape, no longer are you starved, no longer do drugs eat you away, and still, my eyes graze the skin above my heart... I thought I once let...

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Smite me, my Father. Oh yeah!! Smite me! Grab me by the handles and pump me full of your Love. Bend me in all directions. Hurt me my Father, as I have hurt You. We are forever separate. I open my mouth, stick out my tongue. Salivating for Your salvation. In holy communion I am unburdened, as you prod me with Your Light. Do you...

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