Top 100 Poems About: SICK
Top 100 Poems on / about
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1.The Sick Rose
O Rose, thou art sick!
The invisible worm
That flies in the night,
In the howling storm, read more »William Blake
It is in this sick room
Where on the bed
A silent woman lies between two lovers- read more »Langston Hughes
Sick 'I cannot go to school today,'
Said little Peggy Ann McKay.
'I have the measles and the mumps,
A gash, a rash and purple bumps.... read more »Shel Silverstein
4.A Sick Child
The postman comes when I am still in bed.
"Postman, what do you have for me today?"
I say to him. (But really I'm in bed.)
Then he says - what shall I have him say? read more »Randall Jarrell
5.The Sick Muse
My impoverished muse, alas! What have you for me this morning?
Your empty eyes are stocked with nocturnal visions,
In your cheek's cold and taciturn reflection,
I see insanity and horror forming. read more »Charles Baudelaire
When I’m asleep, dreaming and lulled and warm,—
They come, the homeless ones, the noiseless dead.
While the dim charging breakers of the storm
Bellow and drone and rumble overhead, read more »Siegfried Sassoon
7.Night Thoughts Over A Sick Child
Numb, stiff, broken by no sleep,
I keep night watch. Looking for
signs to quiet fear, I creep
closer to his bed and hear read more »Philip Levine
8.A Sick Soul
Physician of my sin-sick soul,
To thee I bring my case;
My raging malady control,
And heal me by thy grace. read more »John Newton
9.The Sick Lion And The Ass
A lion sunk by time's decay,
Too feeble grown to hunt his prey,
Observed his fatal hour draw nigh:
He drooped and laid him down to die. read more »Jonathan Swift
10.The Love-Sick Boy
When first my old, old love I knew,
My bosom welled with joy;
My riches at her feet I threw;
I was a love-sick boy! read more »William Schwenck Gilbert
11.When Mommy's Sick (Children)
Mommy's sick in bed today.
Doctor says she has the flu.
Sissy's got a stuffy nose
and she might get it, too. read more »C.J. Heck
12.La Muse Malade (The Sick Muse)
Ma pauvre muse, hélas! qu'as-tu donc ce matin?
Tes yeux creux sont peuplés de visions nocturnes,
Et je vois tour à tour réfléchis sur ton teint read more »Charles Baudelaire