Unwell Poems

Unwell poems that are original and profound. Explore a brilliant collection of unwell poetry that you can’t stop reading. These poems on unwell are published by poets from all over the world and are sure to keep you High On Poems!

Nurturing Lungs

Nurturing Lungs short poem

A spoonful of sugar melts into his tea And how perfectly made they are My nurturing soul is utterly satisfied While his lungs let go of the tar “If that balloon pops, I shall cry I already feel just like

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Oh Father

Oh Father prose poem

I was tense, My son hadn’t returned home even past midnight. I had an empty stomach But was hungry to see him. He came roaring on his bike, To zoom past me into his bed room. I anxiously asked my

I See

I See short poem

I see some content to live their life unwell, I guess some have known no other way, We all have our stories, some we cannot tell, It doesn’t mean we don’t have much to say. I see some so passive,

Musings

Musings prose poem

Am unwell, perhaps the flu. I read an advertisement about a book exhibition and I think about you. Lots of books, little catches my fancy, poke around and pick a few, my eyes fall on a ‘Rs 50 only’ sign,

Confusion

Confusion short poem

An unknown and unclear mask she wears Though she might fool everyone but not herself A hidden secret she cannot tell Then she said, “I’m just a little unwell”. Stuck between reality and fantasy So a scratch on the head

Introductions

Introductions short poem

You seem a bit confused and not sure what you see, I think that you’re still trying to work me out, Let me take a moment to just introduce “me” We missed that introduction there’s no doubt! You seem a

Gp Logic

Gp Logic short poem

There is so much that you do not see, You don’t see and I do not tell, Maybe it’s because you only see, Me when I’m very unwell. It’s never occurred to me before, Why would I ever present, You

Vanquished

Vanquished short poem

That was it. Everything he said made sense to me. Not the content of the presentation, The nature of the delivery. Outside of jealousies, Around common practices, Ground breaking, no less, A salesman beyond confidence. It wasn’t about town and

Who Will They See?

Who Will They See? long poem

I tried so hard to tell them but they just couldn’t see, The person they were seeing wasn’t really me, The person I was begging them to somehow help me find, The person that I was before I’d lost my

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Sisyphus Eternal

Sisyphus Eternal prose poem

Positivity, happiness, love, these Words you threw at me, expecting Me to grab on to them and connect. Expecting my instincts to take over, Expecting my soul to grasp onto them Instantly knowing, feeling, understanding Their nature, knowing how to

Christmas is Booked

Christmas is Booked long poem

I check the calendar. Oh, there’s lots of time to spare. I don’t know why I worried. I haven’t a care. Two weeks is a lot of time to do most stuff. I am quite sure that two weeks will

Brown

Brown short poem

brown is warm and caring brown is hair and eye color brown is fall and fell brown is accidentally running into to you brown is jokes on top of tears brown is you and I brown is it feels like

Forward In The 60’s

Forward In The 60s prose poem

In the rural South, sometimes life was cruel Robbery from the poor was legal, via dirt cheap labor In all practicality, one could say that we were going backwards In the North, city life was fearful and dangerous I was

Stand Tall

Stand Tall short poem

Every time you stand all alone, Remember you’re the one who owns. For all the success that was yours, Failures are not anyone else’s fault. Stop pointing the fingers now, Relax, breathe take one step slow. Everything that surrounds you,

But I Know You, My Father You Love Me Infinite.

But I Know You, My Father You Love Me Infinite. short poem

I am a creation of yours, taken after you with the same traits and a unique hue, do not have demand, do not have desire but only a need, your little time and attention, indeed. Acknowledged with the labour you

Power Of Words

Power Of Words short poem

Words pierce minds like spear hits a beast. The burning passions evaporate in the mist. My body wriggles to straighten from top to bottom For I feel like a burning pipe to burn in ashes But , the incorrigible minds

Moonbeams Of Love

Moonbeams Of Love short poem

The moonbeams kiss the sea, As the waves clasp one another- And fling silvered nets, Over the crinkling sea. The swells of the tide, Like emotions on the high, In shimmering silvery silhouettes- With splashing waves on a thrill. Twinkling

India Of My Dream

India Of My Dream short poem

Known by tiranga, is our developing nation, Dreams come true, people play their part with passion ; Civilised,cultured lilliputs with big hearts, All together, love together is the dream for my nation…! Salute to the soldiers, their attributes and sacrifices,

Lili

Lili short poem

Last year my life was bleak. Inward I turned. Lost was my tormented soul. Inside I felt my life had no hope. You came in my life at the right moment. Out came the person you accepted. Unique is how

Dad

Dad short poem

When I was 6, Every one called me child. When I was 16, Every one called me teenager. When I was 26, Everyone called me young. When I was 36, Everyone called me adult. When I was 46, Every one

Inherent Charecter

Inherent Charecter short poem

Many times it may be a pleasure to meet your dear ones But some times it may be irritating too Mental make up determines our attitudes We may be rude when disturbed We may be pleasant when happy We may

Walking Through The Sea

Walking Through The Sea short poem

When the antagonist speaks with oozing vileness, the glib atrocity is hard to grip. The obvious monstrousness lays unhidden and he walks through the hellish waters walks through a malicious sea. Gravitates towards the unfathomable depth, succumbs to the irresistible

Why Is The Grass Red?

Why Is The Grass Red? short poem

“Why don’t we go to the park, father,” Asked the little boy, slipping his little palm into his father’s, “Like we used to every day Till a month back?” “Why don’t we walk around the park, father,” He asked, tugging

Lost Love

Lost Love long poem

I really thought I loved you, I actually thought you cared I wish you had told me, But I knew you wouldn’t dare I wish I didn’t love you, I wish I never cared The remains of my pride, Drift

My Real Life Story

My Real Life Story short poem

‘Yes I write poems ‘ I said But no one was ready to accept . When I wrote my first poem ‘MY DEATH’ , everyone were shocked . But still my poem rocked . I just needed encouragement , I

Allegiance

Allegiance short poem

Severed heads lay on the fields of blood Mighty Warlords protected by the Gods came like a flood Feeding on the dead men’s souls makes them stronger but not for good Leaving fatherless children and women to cope with the

Flowering Of The Thought

Flowering Of The Thought short poem

Belonging to the not belonging, was becoming a method exploring the path. In the backyard unpleasant fumes were rising. Nocturnal swoop of enlightenment, clearly becomes a festival of yellow death. Who was hiding the truth? Flowering of the thought in sky,

Enemy Within

Enemy Within prose poem

Good and evil resides in us all. Both look out our eyes. Both course through our veins. The spectrum of us is a score played out in our hearts and in our minds. Evil and good are in opposition, spread

Only In My Poetry (part II)

Only In My Poetry (part II) short poem

I wrote these words again; Feelings with you I have gained These were the words— Telling you’re my inspiration, And now it’s fell into affection. Only in my poetry Words where I found your beauty. Place to spent time loving

The Future Of Africa

The Future Of Africa short poem

My Africa A land of beauty and distinction A place where we have cultures and traditions A land of hope where the people are ingenious and Jocund Africa! The golden continent A place carved out of greatness A glimpse of

Bubble

Bubble short poem

we were one when together whole complete eye gazing until the wee hours of the morning no sleep just happy hearts beating together longing to be with him ache in my heart living 10 minutes away but worlds apart both

Stay In Your Cradle

Stay In Your Cradle short poem

Stay in your cradle, dear baby, Never come out of it, It’s the heaven for you, Know it is always true. Like a little angel you are smiling and playing in its lap with frolicsome attitude, Your rosy cheeks are

This is not a season of the expected

This is not a season of the expected prose poem

Those aerodynamic seconds when Tarzan catapults between climbers through wild greens A nose sprouted on my scalp steers my body into wheels of motion as the doormat whisked from under, flutters Into a maze of colour then of frolic and

Concessions With The Unrequited

Concessions With The Unrequited short poem

The visceral unease between genders …beauty that evokes incomplete phrases, erotic whispers and dream romances sublimated by acknowledging muses. Their distinct faces ripe with wry condescension cruel–dismissive eyes crystalline blue as the shallowest reefs where wealthy tourists lallygag like sea

Note To Mind

Note To Mind short poem

Where do you go when you are not here, Sometimes you’re away for days, Your absence leaves me with such fear, So scared in a million ways. You give me no sign that you’ll be gone, You just up and

When I Am Gone

When I Am Gone short poem

When I am gone, find me in The sunsets and twilight, The billowing and colorful clouds, The waxing and waning of moon, The chirping of birds. The mist over mountains, The music of flowing river, The undulation of the waves,

Meandering Mind

Meandering Mind short poem

A bud, A flower you are a closed bud come bloom into a flower and spread the fragrance of love into this scentless garden of my life!! Infinite from infinity “i” came kaleidoscoping through the horizons of a womb of

A Colored Moon

A Colored Moon short poem

A Colored Moon// By: Fareed Ghanem (1) A moon is red in three moods: When the ladies of high society kiss windows and walk out without lipstick, or; When white color is called red, or; When roses bloom in your

It Is Not Yet Over

It Is Not Yet Over short poem

It is not yet over. Not as long as I don’t want it to be. If I am not patient,I’ll learn to be. If I am not good enough,I’ll learn to be. I’ll face dark,difficult times but I will keep

Walking a lone path

Walking a lone path short poem

Fallen petals from wilted flower spread on the road till horizon bloom is over, warmth is receding it is going to be a long night last hint of light at the horizon faints and we are left alone I didn’t