Sickness II
I am sick lying on your hospital bed,
So you can play with my nakedness if you want to;
Because this is the only time that you can see my nakedness!
For this sickness had made it possible.
Sickness, oh sickness! !
Sickness had made it possible for you to see my nakedness;
If not, you can't even smell my sight at anytime.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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The superior doctor prevents sickness; The mediocre doctor attends to impending sickness; The inferior doctor treats actual sickness.
With Sickness Comes Sadness
WITH SICKNESS COMES SADNESS
With sickness comes sadness
Will one ever escape?
The hurt of life
Hurts more deeply
Each day.
Sickness is sadness-
And I am afraid-
Will I ever be,
Healthy and Happy,
Again?
poem by Shalom Freedman
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The superior doctor prevents sickness;/ The mediocre doctor attends to impending sickness;/ The inferior doctor treats actual sickness.
Narcissism Is A Sickness
Narcissistic are those sick,
Who seek a power that they get.
To then believe they are above all others,
Doing as they wish.
Narcissistic are those sick,
With self interests they see fit.
And no matter who they use,
They don't see themselves as being fools.
Narcissistic are those sick,
But they think they have a gift.
Until exposed it shows them weak,
With temptations pleased in kept secret.
Narcissism is a sickness.
But those with egos don't see it.
They see themselves as gifts.
With a doing as is wished.
Narcissism is a sickness.
But those with egos don't see it.
They see themselves as someone's gift.
To get and please whatever is wished.
Sex and entitlement.
To get and please whatever is wished.
Sex and entitlement.
Narcissism is a sickness,
With a doing as is wished.
Sex and entitlement.
To get and please whatever is wished.
Sex and entitlement.
Narcissism is a sickness,
With a doing as is wished.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Strange Sickness.
You are the reason for my illness,
You are the remedy for my sickness,
The strange sickness attacks me,
By increasing my heart's rhythm,
Giddiness in the head,
Palpitation at the chest,
Loss of appetite and
Scores of other symptoms,
Feeling quite hot when you are far,
Feeling strange when you are near,
All people seem to be happy and smile,
When you hold my hands,
Everyone seem to be sad and cry,
When you go away from me,
What sickness is this so strange,
That is induced by you?
What sickness is this so unique,
That is cleared by you?
You are the reason for me to be awkward,
Giggle at my mother when she scolds,
You are the reason for me to be childish,
When my father checks my progress,
You are the reason for me to flunk,
Two three subjects all of a sudden,
I am not ashamed of that failure, my love,
As long as you are the cause,
And the remedy for my sickness..
Something in you causes this!
Something in you clears this!
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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Sickness is but a word!
Sickness is spreading,
People need a cure!
Will people survive,
We are not so sure!
People crying,
People dying,
People trying,
To stay alive!
People saving,
people helping,
People praying,
No need to shimmer and shive!
Please pray for all the sick people out there,
they need every prayer!
Don't let let any sickness,
grow into a slayer!
In the end....
Sickness in but a word,
Fearing it is absurd! !
(Please tell everyone to read this poem, it is very important to pray for sick people, who knows maybe someone you love is one of them, Nomatter what your religion is, Just pray for God to help! !)
poem by Kuji soliman
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Sickness
Hey little girl you re black and blue
Hey little girl you re six foot two
I know a man who loved too hard
He lost his mind it wasn t hard
Over this slckness
Over this slckness
Over this slckness
This slckness of love
Cute little knees that you got
Out in the dark parking lot
Cute little voice whispering
I know a man lost everything
Over this sickness
Over this sickness
Over this sickness
This sickness of love
Hey little girl i m almost through
Hey little girl i m almost you
Hey little girl the river runs
Hey little girl the rising sun
Over this sickness
This slckness of love
song performed by by Iggy Pop
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Metaphor
You stole my pure intention
You are the sickness in between
Let me in, I'll bury the pain
You taught me to be sad as you
You almost made me take it all
Let me in I'll bury the pain
You bend me and you shake me
You beg me then you break me
Let me in, I'll bury the pain
You made me feel like a sinner
Now you fear you'll die alone
Let me in, I'll bury the pain
The sickness that you are
A plague that made me starve
Do you think you can show me, how I got this far?
(x2)
I feel it's takin over
And everything falls dark
Break me open,
The desperate cry
The sickness that you are
A plague that made me starve
Do you think you can show me, how I got this far?
(x2)
song performed by by In Flames
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Medicate
I've been lying awake at night
I've been hoping that I'm alright
I've been winding myself too tight
Wondering if I will sleep tonight
Never thought things would get like this
Always hoping that they'd work out
Now I seem to be filled with doubt
I cannot stop this ride
I'm growing cold inside
I shouldn't let it slide
Will sickness be mind
This should not be my weight to bear
Go on acting like I don't care
Stop this high-I wouldn't dare
I have earned and deserve my share
Things like this happen every day
While I'm in there I feel okay
But you say I should get away
Let me got for just one more day
[Chorus x2]
I've got to medicate myself,
I'm not concerned about my health
It covers up what I've been dealt, it seems the only way
I've got to medicate myself, its been the only thing that helped
Must cover up what I have felt, it seems the only way
[Chorus x2]
Sickness is mine, sickness is mine, sickness is mine
song performed by by Flaw
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The Pessimist In A Poem...
the sickness of humanity
is looking for a cure
and trusting about the herbs of
words
humanity keeps on writing
until it finds the
cure,
there seems to be
nothing,
there is no remedy
on the sickness of our humanity
it begs
nothing is given
it is thirsty and remains
to be one
it is hungry (for love, for compassion
for warmth, and understanding
for food
and shelter and embrace)
and it so remains to
be one
hungry world
there is no cure, its sickness
remains forever
until you come in
to tell the world that it is wrong
you are the savior
of this sickness of humanity
when you cease to be
one of them.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Following The Sickness
Follow the sickness.
As the bodies dropp the fire burns.
And man is yet to learn.
Fighting our own shadows, fooled by our enemies.
They are the ones you just can't see.
The unaccepted theory is rejected yet again.
But still the chorus plays.
Follow the sickness.
As the bodies dropp the fire burns.
And man is yet to learn.
Follow the sickness.
As the bodies dropp the fire burns.
And man is yet to learn.
To whom it may concern.
A poetic letter, dressed in feathers.
Does it make it any prettier?
A distraction from the purpose.
Delivering the simplest of messages.
And still they are not heard.
Oh no they are never heard.
Follow the sickness.
As the bodies dropp the fire burns.
And man is yet to learn.
Follow the sickness.
As the bodies dropp the fire burns.
And man is yet to learn.
And man is yet to learn.
And man is yet to learn.
Foolish know it alls.
A change in circumstances will cause a sudden fall.
A broken bone, or ego?
A laceration or a severed artery?
Is it serious or superficial?
An inflamation that just won't go down.
Follow the sickness.
As the bodies dropp the fire burns.
And man is yet to learn.
And it has brought me here.
A million passersby's.
An angelic looking sky.
Prying the heavens for just one peek.
I wonder if it has what I seek.
A cure
A cure
For this world.
Follow the sickness.
As the bodies dropp the fire burns.
And man is yet to learn.
If you are ever lost just follow the sickness.
Its everywhere.
Just go from there.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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How Sickness Flattens Poetry
HOW SICKNESS FLATTENS POETRY
How sickness flattens poetry
And takes its breath away -
How small- souled a sick man is
And how bad an aching body for Writing.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Lexy
My dog Lexy
Such a precious member of the family
She bring me up when I feel so down.
She is only 7 years old
And distemper is making her cold
A sickness in which there is no cure
A sickness in which hurts me all the more
three to twenty one days
is the time in which a decision will have to be made
put her down and end the suffering
or take the chance that she fights it off
She is my dog
She is so pretty, obident, and energetic
Or at least she use to be
Its pathetic with all the cure in the world
That we still have to watch those we love die
It was her time some would say
Does that make any more okay
She is my dog Lexy
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Identity would seem to be the garment with which one covers the nakedness of the self, in which case, it is best that the garment be loose, a little like the robes of the desert, through which one's nakedness can always be felt, and, sometimes, discerned. This trust in one's nakedness is all that gives one the power to change one's robes.
quote by James Baldwin
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You Can't Top Me!
You can't top me!
Like you did when you did it.
And you did and you hit it,
With a beggin' not to miss it!
.
You can't top me,
Like you did when you did it.
And you did and you hit it,
With a beggin' not to miss it!
You can't top me,
With a beggin' not to miss it!
You can't top me,
With a beggin' not to miss it!
You can't top me,
With a beggin' not to miss it!
With a beggin' not to miss it if you could.
And when we move our hips...
In the nakedness,
Feeling all around and casting shadows.
And in the nakedness,
The rhythm over heats.
And in the nakedness,
We do it with passion
And in the nakedness,
We do it with passion...
In the nakedness.
The rhythm over heats.
You can't top me!
Like you did when you did it.
And you did and you hit it,
With a beggin' not to miss it!
.
You can't top me,
Like you did when you did it.
And you did and you hit it,
With a beggin' not to miss it!
That 'nakedness'...
You can't top me!
And in the nakedness,
The rhythm over heats.
And in the nakedness,
The rhythm over heats.
And in the nakedness,
The rhythm over heats.
And in the nakedness,
The rhythm over heats.
You can't top me,
With a beggin' not to miss it!
You can't top me,
With a beggin' not to miss it!
You can't top me,
With a beggin' not to miss it!
With a beggin' not to miss it if you could.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Erotica
The old man complains to the psychiatrist
'I have a sickness doctor, unable to walk along the road
Whenever I meet a woman I see her nude.
Then I get convulsions.'
'How old are you? '
'Sixty nine'
'Married? '
'No still a bachelor'
'You should marry soon otherwise the sickness get worst.'
(One day the patient dreamed that he was committed suicide in the next door neighbour's bath room.)
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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My sick bed
All my loved ones around me pacifying.
'Papa! you will be all right now,
Mamma spoke to the doctor
and he said nothing wrong with you
reports show everything normal'.
Adjoining bed in whispers,
the person who warded in the morning
ready to say good bye to all.
I feel that I am taking his last exhaled breath.
Doctors never diagnose my sickness.
The stethoscope reads only my heart beat
and never count my inner feelings.
'I am sick since my childhood'
I said to the doctor.
'No you are very healthy'
Then I said ' That's my sickness what I feel doctor'.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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When Sickness Comes To One One Loves
WHEN SICKNESS COMES TO ONE ONE LOVES
When sickness comes to one one loves
Prayer for help
From God Above.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Sarkodie
Sarkodie, Rome was not built in a day!
So it is time for us to repent so as to gain eternity.
Why should i use your nakedness?
When i only came here to push you through;
History is with us all because of our sins,
So why should i see your nakedness? !
When i only came around to help you through.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Have you ever been sick?
Have you ever been sick?
Walked that hospital floor with a stick
Have you ever been sick?
Had an operation painted graphically horrific
My knees, weak they felt
I heard their voices melt
Into pain from poor health
For them rebirth or death sickness spelt
Suddenly I realized life is not static
While listening to a tale so tragic
A mother cried at sicknesses trick
Her family of four it decided to pick
At any time we can lose
Anyone sickness decides to abuse!
Have you ever been sick?
In vain visited numerous clinics
Have you ever been sick?
Wondering where life will next kick
Have you ever had a cough?
Thinking you are having it so rough
Have you ever suffered from heat?
Knowing others gave up there in defeat
Have you suffered from cuts?
Or open wounds that severely hurt
Have you ever looked at the sick?
And thought anyone of them eccentric
Health is wealth and good health for sure
Is created by thoughts that are deemed pure
While the clock goes tick-tock-tick
If you ever find yourself sick
It helps to eliminate the negative traffic
With more than just a mere flick
Copyright 2006 - Sylvia Chidi
poem by Sylvia Chidi
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