Last Commented Health Poems (232)

Who are you, I'd like to know
For you leave my soul so hollow
You entered my life, and then
Something changed, can't tell you when

I'm not sure when you arrived
But it didn't take long for you to thrive
To lock my heart, deep inside
Somewhere in there, you reside

Rest assured, my dear, with ease
I've been here, always, to appease
Though I had to intervene
For I wanted you to glean

At first, I let you be
I didn't interfere, you see
I didn't want to cause you pain
Or drive you to disdain

But when you intervened
You made me seem so weaned
Like my heart's turned to stone
And won't be loved, it's known

I know this, my dear, it's true
But it's for your own good, too
For if you don't love, you'll find
You won't suffer in your mind

So what do you want me to do?
Stay alone and silent, too?
How long do you think I'll last?
Living life, steadfast

Don't worry anymore
It's better off, I'm sure
If someone comes along
And you believe they belong

I promise, I'll let you go
To love her too, you know
And if she loves you back
Together, you'll stay on track

So do you give me your word
That you won't cause me hurt?
And that you're not with me
Just for your own decree

You haven't realized
That we're just one in disguise
I am you, and you are me
Created by God's decree

You can trust me, without fail
And you'll see, your life will prevail
I wouldn't cause you pain
For in your body, I remain

So now, let me tell myself
What has been, shouldn't dwell
I'll make peace within my mind
And hope that happiness, I'll find

Darkness reigns
As the crispiness of breath
The chill in the air, increasing
As it collides with the tears
That fall descending from grace

In the midnight hour,
A glimmer of a flame flickers
Searching for warmth
Amid this wretched feeling

With depression leaning towards grief
A parting of ways happens at dawn
Annhiliating my negative neglect and belief
As daylight, the autumn morning begins to yawn
As sunrise and hope for life is reborn

The Grandfather clock struck midnight
In the distance, acknowledged, in my awareness
The rest of the street remained quiet,
Except for the sounds of the leaves
As they crunched beneath my feet

A gleam of moonlight shone through the window
Within the gap between the purple curtains
The climbing roses descended along the back
Of the settee, dust brushed beneath my fingertip
As I swirled my name on the mahogany surface
Of the sideboard

In that one moment, memories are captured
Tears fell, like raindrops, stirring the sadness
In my soul, long forgotten times of old
That had filled my psyche with stories of gold

The finess of fear had danced with the scent of
Death as it participated in a parody of a spoiled Life
Style was not its finer moments when the envy arose
From the depths of darkness, toying with the devils' mits
Clasped in chains, my body had driven away all inklings
Of Depression, of doubt, already, too early on in life

Now there wasn't much time left to think about it
All in its entirety of darkness did parry itself with fright
But it only showed indefinitely...
When I decided to turn on the light

Silent but glossy drops of rain that fall
into the psyche of my mind
Transform into the forbidden depths, bringing splashes of clarity
Revelling in the wake of a sudden variation of questions that are
Raised with brows that seem incredulous at the simple answer
That is given, a simple balance or fluctuance that rides between
The two sought after answers of the battle I'm riding through....


Pieces of a chess board scatters my energies, having to recenter myself daily to work out what I want, to compromise what everyone wants from me, as a angel on my shoulder, and an devil on the other shoulder persuading me into a temptation that should never happen yet it does, always the incessant wish for change and yet it doesn't happen....

I'm the catalyst to the change...

...introspection spikes as i put my words into motion, sadness renders from all directions as the battle is won but the war isn't over yet, still gotta live through tomorrow where it begins all over again, frustrations rise higher than anticipated, people want more from me for what I'm prepared to give, my mind just can't take it anymore...

Is option out of life the easy way out? No, its not. Nor is giving up. Only one way to go which is onwards and upwards, forwards with might, for that way, only things in my life will change. And maybe, just maybe, some joy will come of it...

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

Sometimes I felt like a waterfall
Where water never stops to fall
There are times I want to cry
But I don't know why

The pain hurts so bad
Small things makes me feel mad
Pain relievers are the best
I hold it all in my valuable chest

They say hydrogen peroxide is the key
But it is absolutely not a guarantee
I don't want to stain my dress
Because that causes me a lot of stress

I can't believe I'm writing this
I just want to say my piece
I experience monthly hell
That it is hard for others to tell

Stitch by stitch, weave your tapestry of growth,
Embrace the lessons, both humble and loath.
Each thread represents progress made,
Self-improvement's masterpiece, to never fade.

Close the doors, close the curtains.
Put on your music and an old T- Shirt.
Have cerial and coffee on the table.
Run a bath with scented oil, soak and just block out the world.
Shave what needs to be shaved.
Paint your nails.
Cream everything that needs to be creamed.

Become a Lady, an enchanting Women again just for you.

I knew clearly where things were before
being older now, I'm not sure
what caused things to become so
I really do not know
folks say it's a stage
it's the last page
It is called
the old
age

Wide awake it's 3 AM
insomnia, can't sleep again
movies playing, theater of mind
times long past, another life
haunted by so many memories
inside recalling ancient history
what was said, what I did
people and pets since I was a kid
brief and long lived interactions
who, what, why, and how they happened
things that shaped me when I was young
every picture framed and hung
sights, sounds, scents, stored sacrosanct
black and white or colored paints
wide awake, the stories speaking
Keeping me from resting, sleeping...

©? Antonio Acosta