Poems About: SICK

In this page, poems on / about “sick” are listed.

  • 229.
    Screw It All

    Screw the World
    Screw my friends
    Screw the lies that never end
    Screw my mom read more »

    Artemis Zeus
  • 230.
    Sick

    When I'm sick my mind get mixed up,
    when I want to relax,
    I open the t.v. and watch Shake it up,
    I hate being Sick, read more »

    Aisha Alansari
  • 231.
    Hate

    Hate is strong
    a strong force
    a force we all have
    have in our heart read more »

    Wishful Dreams
  • 232.
    I walk at night

    I walk at night
    Alone with the stars as my only light
    Away from all the fights
    Searching for a way to make it right read more »

    jackrabbit krjs
  • 233.
    Sealed With A Kiss

    I'm sick of feelin' like an orphan
    Suicidal thoughts keep relapsin in my head
    Very often
    Ask anyone i know if i'm ready for my coffin read more »

    Leo Lopes
  • 234.
    everyone hates mondays but after this they're gonna hate me

    So sick so sick
    Hoping that things will only get worse
    I hope I am the cancer that kills you
    I hope you realize all the pain you’ve caused to me read more »

    Chris Sterling
  • 235.
    To fake being sick

    Pity generates love.
    The sick one will get it.
    The poor one will get it.
    To prolong getting love read more »

    Rm.Shanmugam Chettiar.
  • 236.
    a piece of me

    i cry
    i laugh
    i hate
    i love read more »

    natalia anna joelie
  • 237.
    Bubbly!

    I feel rather bubbly today
    and I dont have a reason why
    I just got out off bed
    and l smiled at the big blue sky read more »

    Toni Wharton
  • 238.
    042411B vanishing buildings

    was noon driving my usual route
    when i was still with sea service
    so many changes i noticed, one
    doughnut house completely gone read more »

    Manonton Dalan
  • 239.
    Life Is Rough!

    Im just ready
    For everything to end
    I just need reassurance
    I just need a friend read more »

    ashley greiner
  • 240.
    Still the Reaper

    When we speak of the drink
    We cannot think
    The ravaging menace we are
    Turning that key read more »

    Matt Mondschein
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