Poems about disease


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Why I Want to be An Infectious Disease Doctor Part Three: Skeleton

There's a difference between looking and seeing.
I've looked bones in books a million times.
I've looked at skulls in horror movies out of the corner of my eyes.
But this year, I saw her.
Yellowed and petite, she stood in the corner of the lab.
A stand cradled her spine, wire bound her together,
Her head ornamentally dangled from a string.
Tasked with learning the parts of the body, I touched her hands.
Then I realized:
These are her hands.

disease,  doctor,  infectious,  skeleton,  three.

Author: Liz Humphrey
Date: 02/04/2020

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By: Cedric McClester

Call it a curse
A predilection
Or a disease
My own affliction
What I need more
Than a conviction
Is understanding
Without restriction

Yeah perhaps
Every vein I have
My whole body
Has been taxed
I've tried to quit
But then I lapsed

I'm not looking
For sympathy
I'm just trying
To make you see
That it affects
More than just me
Even the suburbs
Are not free

I started out
Trying to ease my pain
It was doctor prescribed
Ain't that insane
I took those pills
¬АШTil that day came
And ever since
I haven't been the same

disease,  predilection.

Author: Cedric McClester
Date: 29/03/2020

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The Human Disease (Succumbing to Sex and Money)

Oh What a pretty planet
We are so lucky to inhabit
Yet we kill it with our human disease
As we fill it's river's with blood
And the mountain trails with tears

Oh What a cute little country we have
Yet it's libraries are filled with lies
It's populace with blind folded eyes
Sheep sent to slaughter with smiles
Freedom dying and babies crying

Oh the Soulless savages on the political stage
That only Want our hearts and minds in a cage
Rather have you dumb and washing dishes
Insteadof thinking and chasing your ambitions
So long as you Ignore them burning our world

Oh What a handsome house you have
With a big car in the long private drive
People in it you can't be sure are alive
Suit wearing winners and trophy wives
Sweetly succumbing to sex and money

Oh What a tasteful television you own
With distasteful disasters filling its screen
Phoney plastic people being part of the scene
Filling our dead heads with false dreams
That are just their money making schemes

disease,  human,  money,  succumbing.

Author: Matthew J Stitzel
Date: 09/03/2020

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The Disease of Contradiction

You punish yourself, Baba,
Tasting the power of life in your veins,
Tasting it as it drips quietly away, but
There's no life for you in these chains.

Perfection is a smooth, round pebble,
A cutting orb trapped in your sandal,
But as the blood pours trailing on the ground,
Clothed in tears, I will light your votive candle.

Your skin sags its sorry sighs,
But in the lying mirror, a trick of the eye,
Sunken eyes and a skeleton
Are once, twice bitten, but never shy

Have you achieved Nirvana, Baba?
Now that your body has gone away?
Have you left behind earthly terrors,
And the fears and cries of today?

And from your withered lips
This answer will eternally resound,
That you've seen final salvation
And for a rotting tongue, been crowned.

contradiction,  disease.

Author: The Nameless
Date: 08/03/2020

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A convulsive attack of a Mayan disease

You're drinking, and then you can't control
The reaction upon entering the tetragrammaton...
One h is for hushed up laughter, for sighs (ah),
And then the alter deja vu
Is a cocktail of:
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha,
Yeah, so many, so you can look at it rather than
Say it... it's a sunny day, go out and play
Or something... leave me with the anchor of shit
Humanity dragging us down, or simply basing us
In the underwater fudge of mud to a standstill...
It's sunny, go out and play, ride a bicycle or something...
You know, living 20 odd years in an english society
I never had an english girlfriend, i'm told she's a real
Firecracker fortune-cookie... my hands are cold,
I swear by the oath of the old Bailey i never touched
Her thighs... scouts' honour, cross my fingers
And wear woman's underwear with a bowler hat
To match my serious demeanour...
Yep, an Abbey Road's standstill... a fifth beetle
Chatting cheeky chat chat of a chirp...
Gurgles of fizz in carbonated wine known as champagne,
Well that's me... or as the roadrunner said to
Speedy Gonzales... hark a sayonara when changing
The gears to a 100m sprint world record.
The Mayan disease? ah right... excess spontaneous
Laughter, unstoppable like a tide;
Got chatting to a ms. khan... Genghis' great great...
Great great great great great... great great granddaughter...
A doctor from pakistan... nice english accent
Gets you all the pleasantries so everything can
Go to hell... the sleeping pills prescription is waiting...
Now the sick-note... so i don't crash a plane
Into the Swiss elevations by "accident"
While sitting on an arm-chair of nails while everyone
Else is farting into cushions.
Honest to god, the tetragrammaton is like a brick
Wall for vowels, you hit the ball against the four
Walls, and the vowels are either sucked up
Or they extract the consonant stability of the four letters,
And your safest bet to express them is
To laugh;
Well, i do call it a Mayan disease... because
My stomach is aching from building a six-pack with
The giggles.

attack,  disease.

Author: Mateuš Conrad
Date: 07/03/2020

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A disease

A disease
A plague
One stuck in my head

The cure is known
But ignored to avoid death
Of what hasn't been said

I plead
I pray
My body disintegrates

I can't function
There's no comfort
In this endless tension

Images remind me of the pain

Yet I glance
And I wonder
Could my pain be something better?

The fight
The struggle
To quit this avoidance would be the trouble

This cure can make due
Of all the pain
That I've made it through

Take the pill
Accept the death
I have nothing else to accept

And just like that
Everything dies
And is sent to the after life

And as I disappear
Another is born
With less to fear

The cure has gotten to me

I become of joy for death
The one that made me free
One that helped me be

And I thank God every night
That I built up
The conscious to die

A disease
A plague
Never again


Author: Julia Yvonne Stine
Date: 25/02/2020

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Empty room disease

This whole empty room thing
Will be the death of me
Cant stand another day of the echoing darkness
Mocking my every word
Spoken softly with tired lips
Bleed me slow of ideas
Watch it all circle the drain

This whole empty room thing
All the people said it would be so good for me
All the people thought what a vacation
From all those dark and dirty deeds
All those love poems full of poison

This empty room disease
Crawling in my heart
Have i given up
Has the world forgotten me
There will be no rescue
There will be no sunshine day to come
No sweetest smile to save me

This empty room
Silent all these years
Filled with words i cant take back
Filled with faces leaving
Full of faces leaving

disease,  empty,  room.

Author: mark john junor
Date: 20/02/2020

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Don't blame the good doctor for Parkinson's disease

Why sound like blaming Parkinson,
For the degenerative disorder?
The good English doctor
Only helped identifying the disease!

blame,  disease,  doctor,  don,  good,  t.

Author: K Balachandran
Date: 18/02/2020