Most Viewed Health Poems (230)

In-person meetings suspended
Conference rooms closed to use
By keeping a 6-foot distance
everyone stays apart—not aloof.

Blues, folk, rock concerts rescheduled
Museums closed to showing art
Theatre not performed on stages
Citizens asked to do their part.

Flattening-the-curve approach required
But when our leaders fail to lead
people are driven to poor decisions
and takers feed upon their greed.

Shelves in stores stripped to empty
Essentials horded, stock-piled away
Preparing for the worst to come
Hoping to be spared anew each day.

Public schools closed until April
Red Sox Opening Day postponed
Weighing decisions to self-isolate
with every day to be spent alone.

Boston Marathon moved to September
Walk for Hunger canceled complete
Needs in air still hover, linger though
movement ceased beneath our feet.

With tents as makeshift hospital wards
first-come-first-served policy goes out the door
Triage decisions necessary to be made
disproportionally impact the poor.

Forego cavalier, casual attitudes
Avoid need for imminent, acute care
There are vulnerable people everywhere
Covid-19 travels through touch and air.

Individual freedom temporarily bartered
to provide better protection for everyone
Embrace physical-distancing as one way
war against this pandemic can be won.

© 2020-03-14

A million tiny bubbles
pop their echos in my head,
surrounding me in a deep
relaxing calmness so wet.
The refreshing feel of water
trickling over soft fine hairs,
sinking lower and lower
into the warmness of my lair.
Tranquilized by the scent
of Eucalyptus and Lilly,
the waters softness caressing
every inch of my body.
The silent sound of ripples
creates a magical tune,
a song which i could listen to
forever, that is true.
But only screams and howls
of true horror are heard,
as i reluctantly pull the plug
and into cold air i emerge.

Everybody on this earth
Has some situation
This that I endure
Is my complication

Although there are times
It can seem so unforgiving
It will never be a reason
For me to stop living

With the faith of friends and family
I hold on to hope
I'll continue with my life
As I endure and cope

And through my endurance
I have gained strength
To stand the test of time
No matter the length

Until the end of time
To all, I will show love
Hate, self-pity, jealousy
All these, I'll rise above

It might be an obstacle
But it's not a barrier
There's hope, strength and love
Of all these, I am a carrier

Some might call this a curse
I call it my drive
To rise to the world's challenges
And remain alive

I want to write a poem
But I'm not sure if I should
It's about the process of aging
And the effects which are not so good

Anyway, here I go and
No matter what you may think
The time will come when
Your health will not be in the pink

Your skin will start to sag
And wrinkles will appear
It's a natural process
One which you should not fear

Your body joints which once had
A lot of flexibility
Will begin to tighten up
And cause you pain and anxiety

Your ability to focus
And to multi-task
Will weaken as you age
And become a thing of the past

You may find yourself asking
Did I do that or not?
For your sake I hope
That does not happen a lot

Some folks reading this may say
Such things will not happen to me
In response I say to you as you age
Let us just wait and see

Airborne embers take flight
Wire screen back in place
Book pulled from the shelf
Foot-rest in place
Wing back chair comfort right.

Sketched orange flame echoes
Round brandy glass in reach
On the night air rides hoot
Of an owl an howling wolf.

Rocks break the water of the creek in the back
Moon takes a rest on the flat of the lake
Sip of brandy
Turn a page
Peaceful warmth
All's in place~

The red line deep trailing down the right side in a deep rut.
So deep it touches the soul.
Pain just to move or to talk.
Fear of what others may see when looking.
No covering it must remain visible for all to see.
Questions into my personal space.
Trying to make my dignity erase.
Strength of knowing what will be.
Makes each step easy.
No doubt no hope all in their place.
For this is something time will erase.

I am empty, there is nothing inside me
No wonder I feel nothing, no pain
Nor do I feel love, that is an emotion
These things you feel not when empty

You say, 'so what,' many people are empty
But you don't understand at all
I ... am ... literally ... empty
There is nothing inside me at all

No heart, no lungs, no liver, nothing
I am a walking dead person, a corpse
If you cut me I will feel nothing, no pain
There will be no blood gushing forth

Can you not smell me????
Even to my nose the putrefying odour clings
Surely, to you it must be overpowering
The smell of me, the rotten stench of death

For you see, I am dead, no longer living
Maybe though, I have always been dead
I just cannot remember at all
Surely in time my body will decay away

Could it be that I will lay in my grave
Lay there, aware for an eternity
Could this be ... am I already in hell
I am dead, but the knowledge of this terrifies me

A goodnight prayer said for me in The States,
Is flown by an Angel up to Heaven's Pearly Gates,
There it's carefully wrapped in a tiny silver shroud,
For collection by a Fairy on a white fluffy cloud,
With a wave of her wand she crosses the sky,
Directly to Ireland in the blink of an eye,
There she slides down the rainbow where the Leprechauns live,
And to these little people the parcel she gives,
"It's a special wish from America and inside you must not peep,
Simply whisper it into Mickie's ear while he is sound asleep,
But you must travel promptly now and promise you won't delay,
This prayer from Molly might just be the one,
That cures his Cancer today".

The pops and creaks and grunts and groans,
Are caused by my condition.
Arthritis, not old age, you see,
Puts me in this position.

Still young of heart and mind I am.
With wild imagination.
Just aching joints spread here and there,
That cause me irritation.

I try hard not to let it show,
This awful aching pain.
But if perhaps you catch a wince,
Arthritis once again.

I do some carpentry at times,
Some painting and some plumbing.
Each take their toll, my body pays,
Just wishing for some numbing.

But work I must, so off I go,
Into the breech once more.
Just take it slow and carefully,
As I go out the door.

There's some folks seem to understand,
And some who never can.
They think my pain a weakness so,
Think me a lesser man.

I hope one day they find a cure,
To end this woeful mess.
But until then, I'm what you see,
In pain and under stress.

Don't get me wrong, I can't complain,
There's others facing more.
I wish them well, a healing wish,
Their wholeness to restore.

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