Sickness Poems - Poems about Sickness

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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When I am sick would you come visit me with fruits, Sit beside me to peel me clementines as I hear your rambling? Would you hold my hand in yours to ask me how I am feeling, Gently caress my face with your warmth As you tuck behind the hair falling on my face? Would you spare...

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In the quiet corners of my heart, Where pain and strength intertwine, You lean on me, expecting much, Unaware of the battles I silently fight. Your eyes sparkle with dreams ahead, Yet behind my smile, there's a hidden pain, A struggle I bear with every breath, Trying to stay strong through the strain. I treasure our bond, our laughter shared, But in the shadows,...

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For context, I'm almost 22. I got sick at 18. It's not like cancer or M.S., I'm not going to die. But there's no explanation for the reason why I got sick. Nobody knows, not me, not my doctor, not the specialists. Mum thinks it's because I left home too young. Dad thinks I have too much...

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Friendly sage from the starless height Now dying without fright In his human and earthly sight The cosmos dimmed its light Dying from old diphtheria Still his will looked higher He lost his voice to teach and greet That poured wisdom so sweet All he could do was meekly bleat Uclers formed on his feet...

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