Author: Unknown
Watched a man the other day, he was sat on the floor close to a door
As he sat there I began to wonder and stare
He was rocking, toing and froing, mumbled words were coming and going
Heard the odd profanity and thought he’s lost his bloody sanity
I think for maybe over an hour I watched him sit and cower
Watched him to and fro, thought soon he must get up and go
Saw something familiar there, as he return my stare with a glare
He was looking at glass and time seem to pass, then fascinating thing he started to sing
He was staring me out, thought what’s he doing we are going to have this thing out
After some time he arose from the floor, grabbed a handle and walked out the door
Don’t know if will see him again, he looked to be in an awful pain
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Posted: Nov 2012
About this poem:
Wrote this some years ago when in a darl time in my life :-)
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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
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Posted: Aug 2012
About this poem:
The Cotard delusion is a rare psychiatric disorder in which a person holds a delusional belief that he or she is dead, does not exist, is putrefying or has lost their blood or internal organs. Rarely, it can include delusions of immortality.
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i see you aren't feeling well,a poem for you,i have to tell,sickness is a mighty cell,divine health is like a spell,kings and warriors
even fell,to drugs and herbs that badly smell,GOD sends you an angel with a miracle in a shell,to make you smile,scream and yell,like a perfect little happy girl,in my life you always ring a bell:may you soonest,my rose:"GET WELL"!
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Posted: Nov 2012
About this poem:
i wrote it about a dear friend who was sick,my intention was to put a smile on her face.
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Author: Unknown
If I OBSESS about my pain....
Will it go away?
If I WALLOW in self-pity ...
Will I feel better?
If I COMPLAIN to family and friends ...
Will they better understand?
If I am ANGRY about my situation ...
Will I see reality?
If I WORRY about how to cope ...
Will I get relief?
If I am ANXIOUS about things not in my control ...
Will I be composed?
If I DREAD what the future may bring ...
Will I avoid my fears?
If I HATE what life has dealt ...
Will I be a better man?
But if I ACCEPT my weaknesses ...
All I gain is STRENGTH.
And when I realize that I'm in control ...
Only then … will things change.
Then I can LIVE
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Posted: Nov 2012
About this poem:
I wrote this in coping with my RSD and how it may effect and affect those who deal with this condition. Just some reflection on the thoughts that those with Chronic Pain or Conditions experience daily it trying to manage what they are going through. We all experience periods of distress during our lives and the way our thoughts and emotions control our abilities to overcome our challenges. It is when we can accept our situations and acknowledge that ultimately we are the only one in control of our reactions to these situations that we can eliminate the suffering and anguish that manifests itself in our lives. Then we can learn to LIVE, no matter what life's obstacles may present us with. ... Peace to all
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I'm looking for something,
Inside my head,
A button or lever,
Before I'm dead,
The switches that control
my blood and breath,
So I can cheat death...
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Posted: Sep 2012
About this poem:
Written awhile back...
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The fruits of Life
The wealth of Love
The abundance of time
The joy of a smile
It can all slip away
In a blink of an eye
How cruel is fate
Karma is at stake
Slapping you from behind
You've been played the fool
You can close your eyes
Hide you head in the sand
But once you've faced life
You see what's planned
You can prepare yourself
Thru sickness then sorrow
Hold on to tomorrow
And maybe cheat death
You‘re invincible
But not to death
And now...
you can't catch your breath
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Posted: Oct 2012
About this poem:
I wrote this when my Mom was diagnosed with cancer
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Author: Unknown
anger is red danger. but a familliar stranger. so it came as no. at the times i have paid the price. more than thrice. before becoming very wise. the judge said. i should have been put in a cage. if one considers all the damage. i brought on whit my rage. i knew. my anger was unreasonable. my anger was invincible. my anger was uncontrollable. but.....
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Posted: Sep 2012
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Everyday we get up
feeling stronger everyday
Everyday we get up
Glad to see another day
Some battle we have fought
Just to stay alive
Some battles we have fought
Just to see another day
Some battles we win
Some battles we lose
For reasons unknown
For reasons we choose
We all have our battles
That we must fight
Some harder than others
Some you take in stride
When your heart is full of love
You have the courage to fight
When your heart is full of love
You can do everything right
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Posted: Sep 2012
About this poem:
For My Mom who was in the hospital
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Even though of age
you are you move
with elegance
and grace.
You put a smile
on everyone's
FACE.
Your music flows
in and through
people making
them want to
move and grove
to the beat.
Now it is your
turn to dance
to your music
setting the
TONE
RYTHMN
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Posted: Aug 2012
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I came upon a mental block,
A path in my mind where I could not walk,
The way was shut and I was stopped,
I peered and pried,
I couldn't get in ,
I tried
But every time,
I was denied,
I couldn't see what was inside,
I was put out and I pouted,
"I'd get in there if I could."
The voice in my head said,
"It's for your own good..."
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Posted: Aug 2012
About this poem:
Something recent...
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