Most Commented Health Poems (230)

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Will you be my eyes
when they grow dim
Will you be my ears
when voices grow faint
Will you be my legs and hands
when mine are weak

Our love will never grow old
but our bodies will
So I ask once again
Will you be there?

Such an evil ploy
a grasping toy
How shallow
do i scan


which one shall I cast
my feather of my fan

shouting words
I
albeit turn to walk away

but always knowing
do words
crest the land

it is so dum
really
yet words fall

O some times
I think
Me! to have that wonder
To have those great arms

to grasp me within his thunder

Pills
They come in different sizes
Some are hard
Some come in a plastic like capsule form
Why do they cost so much
My doctor prescribed me two medications
That came to over 1,000 bucks for a three month supply
I won't take them anyway because if I start I can't stop
Stopping them might give me a heart attack
What about the disabled who don't have to pay the bill
They must have thousands of tax dollars wasted by greedy doctors
Doctors more interested in their brick driveways and castles
Than the real health of their patients
If doctors really cared
They would tell you to eat right and exercise an hour a day
Not give you poison pills

I Move the Mountain
I shift to the east...
moving my hands, I move the mountain....

I pivot to to north...
reaching, I capture the moon.

I spin to the west...
I step, across the great oceans...

I look to the south,
I return, from whence I came.

Gregory s

Oh bonnie face but eyes so dim,
I wonder what lie within,
What thoughts have you and dreams you see,
But there by the grace of God goes me.

What hopes and dreams do you harbour there,
Does family see you as a cross to bare,
Society labels you as mentally impaired,
Truth isyou have them scared.

We grow old not from an old age
Not from the lived years.
We grow old for fatigue,
For offenses and from sins.

From melancholy and hopelessness,
From unfulfilled love,
From everyday hopelessness,
Daily vanity

From cares that are only multiplied
From problems that don't decide
We grow old before age
Because souls are dried up.

I don't claim to be an authority on the definitive nature of depression
even though my entire adult life it's been a cumbersome possession
Many in our society are still ignorant enough to ridicule the validity
their cognizance needless to say is unquestionably void of lucidity

Because of personal experience these symptoms I can honestly convey
"Peace of Mind" you wish for each day gets overthrown by dismay
How and what you see and feel is no longer symbolic of the before
the ZEST you once had your disposition won't allow you to restore

Zoloft everyday before breakfast is an aperitif I despise but MUST take
failing to medicate worsens depression putting your mental health at stake
Anti-Depressant's are poison but suicide certainly skyrockets without them
"Brain Fog" is guaranteed and conducive to needed focus remaining dim

This disheartening affliction does literally Zap motivation to leave home
I know with 'severe depression' you can't stop suicidal thoughts that roam
The Band-Aid of Drugs is their only true inspiration not producing a cure
during this life depression to some degree every human is bound to endure

Clearly no amount of fame or fortune saves one from unfathomable inner grief
when Misery reaches unbearable death is increasingly the option for relief
Humans consistently create new technology but nothing to eradicate disease
after defeating 'Polio' they put any serious thought of future cures on freeze

Shouldering the weight of depression all my life has been rough
battling such agony will leave you spent no matter how tough

In a memory of places that you’ve been
But are no longer
Like a foreign country where you once settled
And absorbed every level of light
What stays with you is an awareness of perfection
The oxygen of the knowledge and experience of balance

In the memory is the eternity of health
Health that waits for you when you are busy
Inside of life and its momentum
The memory waiting, that never goes away
There because it has a home within the health that you share

There in this memory there is the inevitable pain
The pang of desire for things no longer within an arm’s length of you
A street you once used to frequent
A monument that once used to repeat itself in shadows
as you walked by on your way to the conservatory
A bakery where you used to pick up a teacher’s favorite treat
The spontaneous positions of a river constantly changing levels
where you would prop yourself atop the 'banksteps to have your lunch
wherever it would let you

And as the richness of the present increases,
Your private presence built by memory upon memory,
The significance of those characters--
That happened to be there once upon a time--
Shrinks to its rightful size
And the new people you meet
You only manage to bring to this best new position
Where everyone is a distant perfect observable picture that can never disappear
Never leave
Each inhabiting the new place involuntarily
Each forced to leave petty motivations behind

And as you harvest of them they harvest of you
And you pray
That the machines that keep us together
Will forever grace us
With this touchless
push and pull
When we are
ever and again
down

Take care of yourself
It will save your health
You don't want to come to me
I give you pills that make you sick you see
I've sold my soul out to greed
It's piles of cold hard cash I need
Medical mistakes
You should know why there are so many for goodness sakes
We have to get as many patients through in day
That's the only way we will exceed a million a year in pay
So if your day turns to grey
And bills and threatening phone calls from collectors make you ill
The solution of course is to find some way to pay the bill
So take heed in what I say
An apple a day keeps the doctor away