Undiagnosed Poems - Poems about Undiagnosed

... Ignorance doesn’t ask questions, thinks it’s weak to be confused reliance on interpretations doesn’t second guess the clues arrogance shows what it knows communicates itself with vigour ......Read the rest...

...It comes to me that every street or patch of crowded humanity has become a battle zone. The fight is muddled the cause unclear. The sky rains tears of spite and rage and it comforts us not. ......Read the rest...

...Though our birth we don't remember, for it was long before our memory as we depend on those before us and those before we were conceived To carry on, in the tradition, to reinforce what we believe,......Read the rest...

...Old Bolsanaro wishes he was, and takes strides to become, a fictional character as a way to promote more predictable backlash from his invasive, divisive and inflammatorily abusive comments—you know,......Read the rest...

...Maybe just maybe I am and always have been an Undiagnosed Apoplectically archetypal orthodox Dislexic Who unfortunately tried to spell it out to anyone willing to listen But obviou......Read the rest...

...At every turn in time, I wish to live the best dream The best wish everyone could have That caress the precious grace per luck Which colors achievement And can be counted on as reinforcement cu......Read the rest...

...What strange cascades course down my spine - invisible, unnameable, and as of yet, undiagnosed. I only can liken them to rain or wind. Sometimes they are as a shower - pitter-pattering lightly do......Read the rest...

...Esteemed Mr. Elly reveres science friendly, Aibohphobia undiagnosed always studying, thinking constantly Azotemic energy, breathing theories ideas enlightened, eliciting fawning students read......Read the rest...

...Every cell in my body’s tweeting out pain Something undiagnosed like a speeding train Wants to kill my physical but not my brain So I’ll just keep dictating my life’s refrain. If you’re living,......Read the rest...

...The intrusive thought of murder Haunts me day to day. All brought about by pure anger- Pure rage. Rare, and Undiagnosed. When will it end? Can’t handle to sound of a voice. A voice that’s s......Read the rest...

..."Pallida mors aequo pulsat pede Pauperum tabernas regumque turris" Death comes in many forms And never counts the cost. A brutal suicide bewilders, Desolate are the young mother's children. ......Read the rest...

...This foggy sky darkly and relentlessly rains especially for an early May morning. He is not prepared for darkness seeping in from new-born leaves, not yet full grown into this year's tree-laci......Read the rest...

...Nothing to hold, yet Everything--withheld Strained by light, becoming a shadow, hiding in that shell Crawling in the dream a brief reality Hell no I said I laugh because it's funny, you know? ......Read the rest...

...(prior to tha ode dee us political stink sans hillary rodham clinton, i scrawled out this poem. her likelihood to grasp to political mantle than considerably greater than fourteen months when anothe......Read the rest...

...I told myself before she was born I would never put her in any form of torment but it feels like she's absorbing all the horror that's forming..it's torture knowing she's not with me and I'm suppose ......Read the rest...