Here is a list of Health Poems. Read poetry, post your own poems or comments. Poems on these pages are copyrighted © by the authors who entered them. Click here to post a poem.
tommy hackle
its bite is worse than the dog next door,
bleeding from my heart with everything gone wrong,
courts are messed up and marriages apart,
children are adults and adults are young,
buildings are old and new ones are all wrong,
streets are more safe during the moonlight ,
cemetery is the place to sleep at night when everything has gone,
still seeing the flames in my dreams brings haunted memmories,
world news makes the end sound so close to doom,
with light my heart brings happiness as i battle the past,
minds so screwed up i try to push through,
with time i have learned to just say tommy hackle to everything gone wrong,
and that one word makes me laugh and continue on so when your all beat
like a punching bag full of holes ,
just say tommy hackle and hackle a little you will soon be laughing,
laughing to the end of time.
bleeding from my heart with everything gone wrong,
courts are messed up and marriages apart,
children are adults and adults are young,
buildings are old and new ones are all wrong,
streets are more safe during the moonlight ,
cemetery is the place to sleep at night when everything has gone,
still seeing the flames in my dreams brings haunted memmories,
world news makes the end sound so close to doom,
with light my heart brings happiness as i battle the past,
minds so screwed up i try to push through,
with time i have learned to just say tommy hackle to everything gone wrong,
and that one word makes me laugh and continue on so when your all beat
like a punching bag full of holes ,
just say tommy hackle and hackle a little you will soon be laughing,
laughing to the end of time.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: May 2012
About this poem:
this is based on a word i use to make me laugh along with my thought just picture your male neighbour in a skirt then say tommy hackle and take a deep breath im sure you will start laughing .
At Peace
As i reach into the depths of my soul
To search for reason if not a goal
I am surrounded by peace an traquility
As the beat of my heart slows with me
Each breath i take unties the bind
Leaving but a presence of mind
Focusing on the centre of me
Exhaling the negative to be free
Down down deeper still
Sleep is not far but i have my will
Entranced by the peace i find within
My journey here a welcome thing
I will take my time for hurry there's not
Relinquishing reality that mattered not
Tiptoe down the corridor of fate
Carefully not disturbing my mate
Procuring nothing but an abscence of mind
To enrich the soul for the sake of kind
Staying true to the being inside
While nourishing .........my worthy pride
To search for reason if not a goal
I am surrounded by peace an traquility
As the beat of my heart slows with me
Each breath i take unties the bind
Leaving but a presence of mind
Focusing on the centre of me
Exhaling the negative to be free
Down down deeper still
Sleep is not far but i have my will
Entranced by the peace i find within
My journey here a welcome thing
I will take my time for hurry there's not
Relinquishing reality that mattered not
Tiptoe down the corridor of fate
Carefully not disturbing my mate
Procuring nothing but an abscence of mind
To enrich the soul for the sake of kind
Staying true to the being inside
While nourishing .........my worthy pride
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: May 2012
About this poem:
Deep relaxation.........~~~Allergies~~~
Aah what a pleasant day!
The wind is blowing on my face!
I can feel its gaze!
Warm and yet cold!
Particles of dust flying around!
Along with some bacteria in the pond!
My nostrils inhale!
While trying to take care!
That not much goes in!
Unfortunately, my body thinks another thing!
Sniff sniff, should I be pissed??
Aach chuu, good god, bless me too!
Puffy red eyes!
Scratching my thighs!
There goes my day!
Thanx to my immune system!
That has ruined my weekend!
This Bloody Recurring Allergy System!
Benadryl, Allegra, Zyrtec!
Oh God, they all give me a headache!
Antihistamines, don’t work on me doctor!
Don’t drug me coz I don’t want to revisit the hospital!
The wind is blowing on my face!
I can feel its gaze!
Warm and yet cold!
Particles of dust flying around!
Along with some bacteria in the pond!
My nostrils inhale!
While trying to take care!
That not much goes in!
Unfortunately, my body thinks another thing!
Sniff sniff, should I be pissed??
Aach chuu, good god, bless me too!
Puffy red eyes!
Scratching my thighs!
There goes my day!
Thanx to my immune system!
That has ruined my weekend!
This Bloody Recurring Allergy System!
Benadryl, Allegra, Zyrtec!
Oh God, they all give me a headache!
Antihistamines, don’t work on me doctor!
Don’t drug me coz I don’t want to revisit the hospital!
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Mar 2012
About this poem:
For all the Allergy sufferers does anything actually work on u people or just like me you all suffer??
Healing heart
Words spoken but can they be heard
Hearts broken with just one word
Weak is how the broken feel
Until they find the strength that helps them heal
Hearts broken with just one word
Weak is how the broken feel
Until they find the strength that helps them heal
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Mar 2012
Post Comment
eyes so dim
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.
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.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Feb 2012
About this poem:
written observation on a train
Hear my cries
Demons in my mind wont rest
Silence when I sleep at best
Tormenting me in the morning hour
Stealing from me all my power
Putting words in my head
Convincing me I would be better of dead
Feeding me all manner of lies
Not giving a stuff about my cries
Finally going to sleep I bid ye farewell
Free for a moment from my internal hell
Silence when I sleep at best
Tormenting me in the morning hour
Stealing from me all my power
Putting words in my head
Convincing me I would be better of dead
Feeding me all manner of lies
Not giving a stuff about my cries
Finally going to sleep I bid ye farewell
Free for a moment from my internal hell
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Jan 2012
About this poem:
This describes a mental health issue I was experiencing one time
The Alien
The Alien came
took over my body.
I went to the Doctor
scared, pacing in
the waiting room.
My Heart racing.
They call me back and
into a room I went.
The nurse had everything ready
when the Doctor came in.
His words to me minor discomfort.
Li er!!
Does the executioner say relax,
before the prisoner is executed!
Just days to live go through my mind.
The Doctor is finished.
A week later I'M back to
Hear the Doctor tell me the test results.
He looks at me from across His desk.
I smile and say,
I'M ready to fight this cancer alien!
Copyright 2011 John Yona
took over my body.
I went to the Doctor
scared, pacing in
the waiting room.
My Heart racing.
They call me back and
into a room I went.
The nurse had everything ready
when the Doctor came in.
His words to me minor discomfort.
Li er!!
Does the executioner say relax,
before the prisoner is executed!
Just days to live go through my mind.
The Doctor is finished.
A week later I'M back to
Hear the Doctor tell me the test results.
He looks at me from across His desk.
I smile and say,
I'M ready to fight this cancer alien!
Copyright 2011 John Yona
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Nov 2011
About this poem:
My Father fought the cancer alien and won!!!
Invisible Weight
Memories flash and chime,
the film of reality rewinds,
visions replaying another time,
now questioned, why?
Dwell in hell.
The enternal flame burns bright on the brain,
forever focused forcing emphasis on pain.
Shattered dreams fade,
chipted with baggage and freyed,
-cemented in conrete and layed,
across the brains front page.
When can one move on?
From haunting memories gone.
In time wounds heal -
but not to deal,
with the scars reminding us what is real.
~And What Has Been Done.
the film of reality rewinds,
visions replaying another time,
now questioned, why?
Dwell in hell.
The enternal flame burns bright on the brain,
forever focused forcing emphasis on pain.
Shattered dreams fade,
chipted with baggage and freyed,
-cemented in conrete and layed,
across the brains front page.
When can one move on?
From haunting memories gone.
In time wounds heal -
but not to deal,
with the scars reminding us what is real.
~And What Has Been Done.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Nov 2011
About this poem:
I need some java.:p
Tick... Tock... Clicks the clock...
Tock.. Tick.. Lounder it shifts..
Boom. Boom. Reverberations loom.
Bang!Bang! Echoes gang.
BEEP-BEEP! BEEP-BEEP! ~ Snooze hitting sleep...
Lacked by the insomniac greeted by attack,
Chirps roaring wrath while rays rising rend..
In the end,
another sleepless night at the expense of a poem.
Tock.. Tick.. Lounder it shifts..
Boom. Boom. Reverberations loom.
Bang!Bang! Echoes gang.
BEEP-BEEP! BEEP-BEEP! ~ Snooze hitting sleep...
Lacked by the insomniac greeted by attack,
Chirps roaring wrath while rays rising rend..
In the end,
another sleepless night at the expense of a poem.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Oct 2011
About this poem:
My insomnia..
Quess What I have?????????
)
If I was a talented individual I would walk on a tight rope and walk till I could not walk anymore....
I would walk this tight rope ~~ that is high and slight adjourned with arms outstretched ~~ for poises sake between the cool, rippling water that can bring me assistances of creation and deep, sweet sleep. The wrong way up the tight rope with its well of darkness; A mirror reflecting geniuses who stare through my own eyes. I walk this tight rope and I walk it often as I am only of this tiny little small lady bug~~~~~ walking on the tight rope gives me the sence of owns beauty of walking on a tight rope~~~~~~
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Oct 2011
About this poem:
It is alright to walk on a tight rope~~~~ even if you are a tiny lady bug~~~~~~~~~~I changed the title to get a few more views and maybe a new comment or twoit s not all that bad of a write my friend.....Poems entered on these pages are copyrighted by the authors who entered them. They cannot be reproduced without the author's written consent. © Copyright 2001-2024. All rights reserved.
This is a list of poems submitted by CS members. Click 'Details' tab to see all poems, or click on a poem title to view and comment on individual poems. Click headings to sort by comments or views.
Would YOU like to post a poem in the Poet's Corner? Have you written poetry that you'd like to share with other members? Posting your poetry shows your skill and creativity and helps members get to know you better. Your poem will appear on the Connecting Singles Poetry page and also in a link on your profile page.
Click here to publish your poetry »