Sickness Poems - Poems about Sickness

Your smiles frozen over, and you stand tall above the water like an iceberg, so tall and elegant in your presentation. But surface-level trickery can’t fool or satiate my scuba diver curiosity. I see through your poorly constructed ruse. I prep my gear, dive deep into your ocean, and discover that underneath the surface-level beauty lies dormant a bummock of cuts and bruises. The true nature of things, the true nature...

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Sickness can turn your house into a personal jail When friends come to visit you use anything as a veil The moments you lose track of the day and time If you need medicine you would spend every dime To pass the time you watch old episodes on Netflix Eating soup for dinner and inhaling vapors of vicks It feels like...

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I didn’t expect this – it came quickly, without warning I couldn’t hide. It left me with no choice – but to go to war, battling the deafening poison, the affliction feeling like the deafening crash thunder raging, pouring out its fury I didn’t ever imagine this would come to be, silencing the courage that I’d once felt, giving my plans a...

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Everything in the summer is like a bog. Even when you live in the driest desert. Bog, fog, everything is dragging along. Summer mosquitoes. Open toed shoes, letting in sand, and mud. Everything is sinking, sickly. When it’s summer, you can buy an ice cream cone. Which is nice for five minutes. Then the bog, fog,...

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A promise born, a life designed, To emancipate, to break the bind. But fate dealt blows, parents passed away, Leaving her to shadows, in a world astray. She sells her body, a living corpse, A pretty face, a paradise sepulcher, a tragic force. Uncertainty looms, her future unsure, A womb evacuated, her soul obscure. Loneliness creeps, a dejected soul, Yearning for companionship, a heart...

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you're damaged goods, people say many implored me to run, not walk, far away from you; ...

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(The Hollow City Cycle include: The Hollow City I Remember You -- the city speaks Last One Left) They never saw me-- not fully. Even when I begged them with my eyes, or left poems scratched on alley walls between peeling posters and prayer graffiti. When they fled, I stayed. Not out of bravery, but because I had nowhere else to go. Now the city wears silence like...

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(The Hollow City Cycle include: The Hollow City I Remember You -- the city speaks Last One Left) You left me when the lights flickered and the water turned bitter. When the sky coughed ash and the birds stopped singing. You ran. All of you. As if I hadn’t held your every heartbeat in the bricks of my spine. I fed your dreams-- from paper boys to prophets. I...

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(The Hollow City Cycle include: The Hollow City I Remember You -- the city speaks Last One Left) No footsteps echo on broken stone, only wind dragging secrets through dust. The city sighs— its breath made of ivy and rust. Windows gape like hollow eyes, watching nothing, remembering everything. A carousel groans beneath twisted vines, still waiting for laughter that will never return. Billboards fade into ghost stories. Sidewalks...

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Is dance a metaphor for sex? You’d think so if you knew my ex (at least the barflies all believe she’s hoarding something up her sleeve). But what makes people want to dance? An aural frenzy? True romance? Would Hamlet, Shylock or Macbeth ever dance themselves to death? Strasbourg is the kind of town that’s unassuming, buttoned down. These people don’t let down their hair: rarely...

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If you want someone to change your world, Don’t give up on the sick girl. You may see her walking down the street, But you won’t know of her struggles because she is so discrete. You would never guess she had to re-learn to walk – twice, Because her presentation doesn’t give off signs. When you come to know her and...

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At last I found the reason Why my mood has been so low Many trials and tribulations All these things You didn't know Know of all the sickness And know about the pain I'm thankful that I have You Lord With You I can't complain Some days are bright and sunny And some are dark and blue Please help me Lord to guide my steps So...

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Mixed into the depths of my soul, a darkness resides Shadows that linger, a presence that hides A place where fears and doubts will grow A realm where hopes burnt out light won't glow The darkness within me, this labyrinth of night A maze of shadows that consume all light This place...

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Through nights that steal both sleep and rest, I give my all, and hope for best. Each heartbeat tells a tale unknown, A life I guide, yet not my own. With science sharp and spirit high, I soothe the soul, though some must die. No gold or fame shall mark my name, For duty, not for worldly claim. Where sickness treads, I’ll take...

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My only niece Lonnie created sheer joy for me especially after i gave birth to two daughters Lonnie was indeed the boss of playtime visiting every summer being she was few years older than my girls she was very excited the summer of 1985 i was at least six months pregnant wearing wires buying weapons...

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