Best Disease Poems

The other day
you asked me my friend, who I am
I replied:
I am you in another body!

Yes, it is true
look, how much alike we are,
no matter what, the color,
the creed
the race
the status.

Look,
I am born and I die
I suffer and I enjoy
I love and I hate, just
like...

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I watch a sunset 
that I'd love to share 
and nobody sees it but me 
   
I'm scratching my head 
in utter amazement 
that nobody cares much to see 
   
Things to accomplish 
things to get done 
a million things every...

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You have my voice that sings
My eye’s that love to see
My heart beating when it believes
My hand writing poetry of what should be
My steps walking boldly thinking of thee

My minds consumption of 
vast amounts of time 
My work that tries providing
Any attention that I can...

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-Infected- with *PSD

My luck is tough, 
My life has been rough,
I cannot feel my dreams,
I dream of dreams, that can't be felt.

In the deep corners of my mind
There is something there no one will ever find
I close my eyes and disappear into a world of...

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Dull As A Disease

I am sitting in my Dorchester lair,
Behind the door I do feel your mien,
When my poetic muse is in apt flair
You look real as life, my amore mia.

When I am surfing on the internet,
You are there in my click I envisage,
When I...

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Son, my mind is now full of holes
So I moved the memories to my heart
Locked them here and lost the key
To treasure them before they part
Hold my hand just like we used to
This time you tell the stories to me
Please remember how I've loved you
In...

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I never got why you always
Ate the red pink color out 
The Sherbet ice cream

It was like excavation
How you removed all the cherry
Without even affecting the other colors

Leaving the orange and the vanilla
Neatly for others
Who does that?

Being a poet I used to think that one...

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Beaverish, feverish
hot Mrs. Cleaver wished
that her affair had not
given her clap. 

Fast Eddie Haskell, her
boy-toy, that rascal, his 
transmissibility
claims were all crap.

“Tickle me, pickle me,
say it’s not true, for if
you have the clap then I
must have it too!”

Doctors prescribed her some
anti-microbials,
Ward soon found out that...

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Violent as the gleaming blade
Of a vicious criminal crazed
Ferocious as the lion’s jaw
Lingering on an innocent calf
This wicked affliction forces
Its teeth into the harmless heart
Bites wildly into vulnerable flesh
With haste to destroy and devastate
End the life that it penetrates
With a hatred that is inhuman –...

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Note:  Sundowning – Most commonly in Alzheimer and Dementia patients, Sundowning, is changes in behavior that get worse in late afternoon, evening and can even last all night.  Patients may be agitated, confused, unable to sleep; it may appear in other forms of...

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Once, I’d stood beside a man
Who, with heart and soul o’erwrought, 
Silently searched for answers, but answers found him not. 
His sister recently had passed from Earthly life to next,
And left her brother standing, filled with emptiness.

We stood within a classroom, throbbing with life and...

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She came from nowhere, mouse-like quiet
At first we thought it’s just a trick
But soon her powers were dark like night
We saw her strength cut to the quick.

Covidia came from foreign lands
But traveled fast with power and speed
And she was subtle with sneaky hands
She quickly knew...

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Neglect
by Michael R. Burch

What good are your tears?
They will not spare the dying their anguish.
What good is your concern
to a child sick of living, waiting to perish?

What good, the warm benevolence of tears
without action?
What help, the eloquence of prayers,
or a pleasant benediction?

Before this day is...

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driving to work is a regular part of the day for her,
but the specialised hospital is too far -
twenty-five days, exactly at nine!
the best option is the subway ..why not?
instead of watching those busy roads,
immersing herself in a peaceful reverie !

peaceful reverie? deep into thoughts!
radiation...

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To me, it was a revealing experience…
                That I could be that strong in face of adversity!
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