Health Poems | Examples of Health Poetry

They call us snakes. Evil. Cold blooded. Cruel. Why would you say that when learning someone was diagnosed with a mental disorder that was out of their control? Oh, but right, you hear about it on crime shows and boisterous podcasts, so that makes you a licensed-to-judge therapist. You hear about it in shootings, thievery,...

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Bulgaria...Well done.' Sweden scored a hole in one.' Papua New Guinea.' You got me stunned.!! Three great Examples.!! As I see.!) Eschewing the con-vid intent of A rabid W H O decree..No pop up tent events.!! No guilt schemes Playing on t v..? No radio dj's holy moly-ing it seems.? Just the general tide of life.' More or less.? In...

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You’ve been my doctor for the past 25 years. You’ve been there for all the small things like a sneeze or cough. We’ve had times of laughter, but also shed a few tears. The times that I didn’t feel well, you wouldn’t back off. Even while on your vacation, you would call me, Just to see how I was doing...

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You learn to embrace your very own darkening When trapped in a prison of your own making. When it is the lights that were always looming, Yet never letting the light in for any healing....

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I place my pen so painfully on the page Ink stains so sinister Too dark for the heart to feel over again And over again And again I feel my heart launch inside my throat Choking me Breath which used to come to easily Thoughts once produced so placidly So readily Fade suddenly Fog...

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My mind is a wasteland, a place only poison and death thrive. My mind is a wasteland, where not even hope is alive. I’m not safe from my thoughts, these venomous snakes that haunt my memories. My skin crawls from pollution, from anxiety and doubt. All I want is to get out. ...

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What is calling me As I gasp for air Trying to breathe As the epitome of darkness Is haunting me I have been shackled From my Liberty As I can no longer grapple The darkness in front of me Alone I fall To my prophesy As the Angel of Death Is what’s calling me ...

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And the sea heals for every soul with its beauty ....

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Wake. Commute. Work. Repeat. They call this living? I call it the hamster wheel— spinning faster each year while the cage only shrinks. Three jobs to afford one roof. Two hours of daylight between shifts. One life slipping through fingers calloused from climbing ladders that only lead to more ladders. We've normalized exhaustion, wear our burnout like medals of honor. "Busy" is our battle cry. Our worth measured in productivity units, our...

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You'd never know Surely no one could tell I almost took my life ten months ago From the flames inside that burned a living hell Where demons dwell and angels ache to break free from below It mustn't show, the absent soul hidden with a counterfeit shell...

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Neuroscience takes a world class meal grinds it into bits and tries to convince us — its taste has improved (Villanova University: April, 2025) ...

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If all I know is the hurricane, where is it's eye? As if it likes to play hide and seek - make a guess - who is the seeker? Isn't life a game, after all? It thinks I'm eager to play. I'm not... Are you?...

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I want to want - I want to look into your eyes and feel the weight of damnation lifted from my shoulders. I want to see endless days without the foresight to end it. I want to envision visions of eternity in eternal bliss. I want to hold your hand and feel the embrace of light itself. I want to...

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Look at Me I don't feel sick, Yet something inside is twisted Not in body, but in the sap that shivers within. Are these petals not what you envisioned? Look at me. What did I do wrong? I sing the songs you taught me, My voice trembling a whisper against the wind Does its fragile tune echo your hidden sorrow? I grew as you...

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It is just another little solitary prison, Containing everything of which I am as a person. Seems I am meant to be alone without any visitation....

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