Top 100 Poems About: SICK

In this page, poems on / about “sick” are listed.
  • 1.
    When I Consider How My Light Is Spent

    When I consider how my light is spent,
    Ere half my days, in this dark world and wide,
    And that one Talent which is death to hide
    Lodged with me useless, though my Soul more bent read more »

    John Milton
  • 2.
    The Sick Rose

    O Rose, thou art sick!
    The invisible worm
    That flies in the night,
    In the howling storm, read more »

    William Blake
  • 3.
    Having It Out With Melancholy


    When I was born, you waited read more »

    Jane Kenyon
  • 4.
    Her Long Illness

    Daybreak until nightfall,
    he sat by his wife at the hospital
    while chemotherapy dripped
    through the catheter into her heart. read more »

    Donald Hall
  • 5.
    As One Does Sickness Over


    As One does Sickness over
    In convalescent Mind, read more »

    Emily Dickinson
  • 6.
    The Land Of Counterpane

    When I was sick and lay a-bed,
    I had two pillows at my head,
    And all my toys beside me lay,
    To keep me happy all the day. read more »

    Robert Louis Stevenson
  • 7.
    The Subalterns


    "Poor wanderer," said the leaden sky,
    "I fain would lighten thee, read more »

    Thomas Hardy
  • 8.
    Visits To St Elizabeths

    This is the house of Bedlam.

    This is the man
    that lies in the house of Bedlam. read more »

    Elizabeth Bishop
  • 9.
    Kaddish, Part I

    Strange now to think of you, gone without corsets & eyes, while I walk on
    the sunny pavement of Greenwich Village.
    downtown Manhattan, clear winter noon, and I've been up all night, talking,
    talking, reading the Kaddish aloud, listening to Ray Charles blues read more »

    Allen Ginsberg
  • 10.

    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
  • 11.
    The Visit

    My only mother, who lost sixty pounds, tried to stand up in the bathroom
    and fell backwards on the white linoleum floor in the first hour of the morning
    and was carried to the bed in the nurse's arms and then abruptly read more »

    Jason Shinder
  • 12.
    Hym To God, My God In My Sickness

    Since I am coming to that holy room,
    Where, with thy choir of saints for evermore,
    I shall be made thy music; as I come
    I tune the instrument here at the door, read more »

    John Donne
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