#sick poems on Hello Poetry

Emma 2d

Pills rattle on cue,
Cats purr in soft solace true.
Sofa hugs my frame,
Netflix whispers, sleep reclaims—
Healing slow, the hours accrue.

Yesterday I stayed home was too sick and in pain to move. Today I'm only going to help my friends, I desperately need to rest.

#sick #home #cats #pills

Nostalgia 3d

Doubt

Do the words that come out of my
mouth sound like a string of expletives?
Does my perfume stick so closely to my
clothes that it is sickening?
Every time you hear the rattle of a
key chain, do you worry it might be me?
Do I sicken you?

#doubt #innerself #thoughts #sick #sickening

Nostalgia Nov 20

My Heart

The beating in my heart won’t stop.
I tell people it beats too fast. They don’t believe me.
This rhythm reminds me of my time.
Each thump a tick. A tick off my clock.
And sometimes. Sometimes that sickens me.
I want to dig my fingernails into my chest. To separate the atoms forming my skin. To split it apart
Reach deep within my chest and grab my beating heart. With my own two hands.
I will tell you the memories we had. The times I cried. The times I was scared. And the times you lacked to beat when I thought I met the person.
I will cry to my heart.
Why?
Why did you choose my lifeless body? I surely didn’t look that helpless.
Did I?
I will then scream.
I’m angry. I’m furious at you. Why weren’t you just there for me?
I was alone and you were the only one who was there.
So why?
I can feel my heart beating in my hands and it sickens me.
I want to throw up.
My hands grip my heart. I want to stop this beating, this ticking.
So I do.
I crush it. I crush you with my hands until the beating stops.
Until I am just a lifeless body once again.

#violence #anger #heart #sad #sick

Nahin Nov 14

On My Forehead

While asleep, I sense you hand
on my forehead.
As a drop of your tears
fall on my cheek,

upon seeing the way I'm sick all day,
this love is worth of
not being well for a thousand years.

The beauty of love

#love #sick #care #years #forehead #tears

Claire Kowal Nov 10

Humanity

Blood stains the hands of the guilty a nauseous crimson.
From first contact,
To the last breath,
Remains no emotion

Beneath their fine skin
Turning a sickly gray
From the chaos within a human,
To their ability of empathy

We are no different from the animals
We also have a purpose
But one must not be afraid of theirs

For as long as we live,
We are controlled by someone
Unknown or known to us.
Their grasp on reality isn’t as strong as ours,
For that’s why we are above them

#society #government #rights #truth #anger #sick #gods #speak

Emery Feine Oct 29

On Fire, I Breathe

do you hear the sizzle of my lungs
as they slowly burn to ashes?
my head is an anchor, weighing down
bringing me to the floor
i cannot breathe
i am aching
the doctor said i was fine
but the moment i left
and breathed in the poisonous fresh air
i wheezed
i could not breathe
my lungs were on fire
some people pretend im fine
but i see it in their eyes
how they’re pretending
some people avoid me
as to not get sick
to save their freezing lungs
the fire is spreading throughout my body
my face is red
my throat is burning
im fading out
my lungs are on fire
i cannot breathe.

this is my 130th poem, written on 10/28/24.

#sick #lungs #fire #breathe #breath #pneumonia #isolation #society

Jia En Sep 30

Sore Throat

I hate
The stabbing feeling
At my food and water’s gate
Into my body.
Hate dealing
With the bacteria in me
When their arrows
Are pointed in that narrow,
Singular spot
When anything cold or hot
Just hurts. Please
Leave me alone; no lease
Was signed before
You declared war
On the space
That wasn’t yours
In the first place.

and also yes im sick

#sick #tired #sore #throat #itchy #painful

neth jones Aug 29

01111 11110

carpet forrest view
smells of vacuum hose
reminds my stomach to churn

anti haiku
earlier version :

carpet forrest panorama
the aftermath
my stomach is reminded to churn

#haiku #brevity #hungover #party #aftermath #morning #smells #stomach #alcohol #sick

neth jones Feb 27

11110

a twisted stomach
chemical nervousness
this city heave dawning

anti haiki

#brevity #micro #haiku #mornings #sick #chemicals #urban #city #waking #dawn