Quotes about nauseous, page 3
Existential Blue
Laden with mirrors of self indulgence
Desire a vacuous cover
Façade fortress
Lamp Posts from another era
Sanguine faces smug with gold
Steeple bells ring
War looms like ominous ravens
Lions tear their prey
Imperialism settles like Rome
Born into a cold room
All idols stripped
Nauseous caverns
Alone and frightened
We meet amidst the chaos
I see the stars
You tell me of the moon
Wild flowers cradle the heart
Capricorn eyes rest furtive
Blue robin eggs in spring
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poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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On Passing A Hanging Bridge
on passing a hanging bridge
the sway can be felt
you will be there alone
not in two's
not even to be with the person
you love or your trusted friend
not that there is no valid reason for that
the hanging bridge may feel your weight
and give in and you may fall with it
and die in an instant
there are rules to be borne in mind
you are not suppose to look on either side, left or right
or look downward otherwise you will feel
being sucked by the raging river below you
and then you become nauseous
and then eventually you fall
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poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Love Virus
Awakened by a gurgle of the stomach
Rumbling, Grumbling
Heavy regurgitation
Near the point of dehydration
Rocking back and forth
Waiting on the next episode
Constant pain and irritation
Sounds of thunder struck my chest
Weakened to the point of bed rest
Too sick to even get myself dressed
Feverish and nauseous
How long will this endure
Day after day, searching for a cure
Some type of antidote
Perhaps a glass of ginger ale or a hot toddy
A warm bath
Filled with lavender crystals to sooth my body
Tears flowing frequent, not one cloth to spare
No voices tended with a concerning care
Miserable and humiliated
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poem by LaTasha Diane Thomas
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It’s quiet, very quiet in the veldt
It’s quiet, very quiet in the veldt
even the crickets and grasshoppers
are without sound
and the chopper drones away
leaving me and Johnny
and a few other men
with a Bushmen tracker
to follow a enemy spoor
and suddenly we walk straight in
to a ambush, right into a trap
and Johnny is dead, shot through the head
and three others as well and it feels as if I am in hell
and I am talking to myself
trying to get my bearings while firing at the enemy,
killing some and throwing two grenades
to advice them of my serious intentions
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poem by Gert Strydom
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An Evening at the Coffee House nearby Fishery!
Old Mahogany Grandfather clock here
Struck to say it's exactly seven!
Rusty wind peeps through the broken windows
That's really nauseous,
Faraway tossing boats
And in the deep sea Sun dips
without a Life-jacket?
Seagulls rest on the breakwater
And a vibrating song echoes of Louis Armstrong's
'O what a wonderful World and dark sacred nights'
Shrunk golden tea leaves struggle
To give their taste of Paradise
But they're frustrated it seems
As the tiny coffee beans brewed
And mesmerized the strange customers
Providing their bitter taste of oblique life?
On his way home,
A drunken poor sailor
Stopped for a while
And he offers a citation ticket
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poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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On Clinical Trial
Prednisone, Deltazone
Coumadine, Compazine
Bactrim, Cytoxin
VP 16
costly cocktail of chemical war
remedial armies
seeking to engineer
the nauseous statistics
the kindness of treatment
the allure of cure
the punctures in the catheter
switches just beneath the skin
short scars spreading
where tissue is taken out and entered in
the routine challenge for significance
in an open and diverted time
of search for long remission -
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poem by Frank Bana
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The dreaded chair
He knew his time had arrived
his heart was beating fast
sweat trickled down his back
he felt faint and nauseous.
The night before he couldn't sleep
he lay there staring at the ceiling
the clock ticked noisily by his bed
he hoped tomorrow wouldn't come.
He wished he could find a way out
but he knew it had to be done
there was no turning back now
he just had to stay strong.
Then his name was called out
he was ushered to the large chair
his legs wobbled like jelly
strong hands stopped him from falling.
A light was shining into his face
a pair of eyes stared down at him
his throat was so dry he couldn't talk
fear gripped him like an evil vice.
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poem by Kevin Halls
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A Wake In the Barrio
Funeral wakes in our barrio
Are simple but picturesque
Amidst boiling cauldrons of
Rice porridge with strips of tripes
A gathering of mourners intone their grief
While downing jugs of native grog
The sakla master shuffles the deck
Cards bearing luck not auguring death
Children past bedtime hours scaring
Each other while hiding under the casket
Wilted floral wreaths line up the walls
Like sentinels with nauseous breaths
The honored one somber in slumber
Indifferent to the homage paid him
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poem by Eddie Roa
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To My Friend - Ode I
TRANSPLANT the beauteous tree!
Gardener, it gives me pain;
A happier resting-place
Its trunk deserved.
Yet the strength of its nature
To Earth's exhausting avarice,
To Air's destructive inroads,
An antidote opposed.
See how it in springtime
Coins its pale green leaves!
Their orange-fragrance
Poisons each flyblow straight.
The caterpillar's tooth
Is blunted by them;
With silv'ry hues they gleam
In the bright sunshine,
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poem by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
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One Evening
one evening because the walls of the room
are shrinking,
feeling as if i will be crushed by its four corners,
i finally decided to close the windows and open the
door to try to see if there are stars outside
and if the stars can relieve me from such a
claustrophobic impending death,
i step out into the open and sleep on the grass
to feel the coldness of the earth
i lay my body my arms stretched as far as my hands
can do in creating distance between my feet and my
center of gravity,
what i see is a dark sky and infinite space
i feel like a grain of sand spilling from a giant palm
i agree
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poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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