Best Breast Cancer Poems
Breasts, boobies, knockers, **** – call them what you will
We are talking about breast cancer – and sadly it can kill
The key to success with catching the disease is early detection
Remember boobies aren’t just funbags to give a fella an ********
Breasts can be appreciated in the their own unique way
Have a feel for lumps make it a sexy game to play
Let him ‘cop a feel’ and if a lump you do detect
Go straight to the GP - this lump you mustn’t neglect
It can be simply that you have lumpy boobs or a cyst
It’s not necessarily cancer but it can be on the list
The GP will send you for a mammogram or scan
Mammograms aren’t comfy, staff do it as quickly as they can
Hopefully the results will put your mind at rest
But sadly sometimes it shows cancer of the breast
Early detection is the key to beating this cancer
Regular mammograms really are the answer
Don’t forget about the men they have pecs or moobs
They can get breast cancer too we are talking about ALL boobs
Jan Allison
17th October 2014
October is Breast Cancer Awareness Month, which is an annual campaign to increase awareness of the disease – remember breast cancer affects both males and females with 1 in 1000 males being diagnosed with breast cancer
This is a short piece for Breast Cancer Awareness Month. I lost a close friend very talented, very young to breast cancer. I also lost my cousin recently to the same disease. I hate that ugly "C" word. I just wrote this story to highlight the relationship North American men have with women's breasts. I hope it is taken in the spirit that it is written.
I don't have to try not to look at a woman's cleavage,
I love looking into their eyes.
I love listening to them talk.
I enjoy listening to a woman's point of view.
It enlightens me.
It gives me views of the world that I would otherwise miss.
I appreciate their nurturing nature.
I like how soft they feel.
Hold a woman's hand?
That is sure to send shivers up my spine.
Lock lips?
If that is not what heaven feels like
send me else I'll take my chances there.
There is nothing like that first kiss.
I can walk all day with her as if it were a minute in time.
I float on air.
I am a romantic.
I adore women.
I love the way they walk
the way they smell.
Hugging or spooning it's all good.
The opposite sex is very special.
It is time we listened more and appreciated more.
Women can lead us to the proverbial
Promised Land.
No!
I'm kidding.
I like staring at their ****.
16~10~2014
October is breast cancer awareness month, if you don't check them, I will.
Bodies, presented to the world with love and affection,
Revealing to others a person's hope and attention.
Every once in a while the body must put up a fight,
A war within itself when something is just not right.
Silent it comes, this battle, winner takes it all.
To know there is a war, makes the hero not fall
Cancer, a term so vague yet causes so much pain.
Alarm bells ring when the terminology causes stain.
Normal lives change in the drop of word,
Cancer, even unsaid, the truth gets heard.
Embrace the now and knowing of how your body talks,
Remember the steps, stride as your pride walks.
Awareness, that is what is needed to survive.
We must stick together to heal and stay alive.
Arm yourself with these tools needed to slay
Raise the challenge against the dragons, keep them at bay
Everyone has the power to be the best they can be.
Never let a sickness take over the soul we see.
Empower the warrior inside, knowledge is the answer.
Save your sadness and stretch for the cure.
So many hands when held together, get us through any weather.
By Casarah Nance
Date 10-14-2014
dreaded breast cancer
stages of growth tenderness
first thought is despair
main objective to destroy
shattering whole families
Copyright © 2012 By Caryl S. Muzzey
Silently you crept onto my weakened chest;
Grew huge until pain flooded my core,
Then put inner will to an arduous test.
You were found when I undressed;
Gently rubbed where I was sore,
Silently you crept onto my weakened chest.
Slowly you took away all my zest,
But I wanted to even the score;
Then put inner will to an arduous test.
I did what I thought to be the best;
So I fought your callous bloody war,
Silently you crept onto my weakened chest.
Thought this must be my life’s quest;
Thus I fought like I have never fought before,
Then put inner will to an arduous test.
I consider myself extremely blessed;
Fighting like a lion’s fierce roar.
Silently you crept onto my weakened chest;
Then put inner will to an arduous test.
Copyright © 2015 By Caryl S. Muzzey
Eighth Place Winner ~ "PINKTOBER #2 (old/new poems)” Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Poet Destroyer’s
Oct. 1, 2015
Cancer ravaged your body; your breast was removed
The alien growth that threatened your life was banished
Chemotherapy followed and it made you so so ill
You fought back so bravely and won the battle
Eventually, after a year, you had reconstruction surgery
It left you with physical and mental scars but it made you feel complete
Then you told me you were getting a tattoo
I was surprised, as I knew you really disliked them…
But this one was different
You had a nipple tattooed where your nipple once had been
Now you felt like a woman again
Fifteen years on you are still a cancer survivor
Tribute to my friend Judy
Contest:- Beautiful Scars
Sponsor:-Laura Urbaniak
11~24~15
BATTLING BREAST CANCER
It all began one Summer day
As a numbness in my breast
At first I thought, it'll go away
My bra is too tight I guess
That evening in the shower
While getting ready for bed
I felt it was my darkest hour
A time that all women dread
The self exam to ease my mind
Caused my heart to suddenly jump
What I had feared that I might find
Was there in a tiny lump
I cried myself to sleep that night
Sleep was fitful at its best
My thoughts were filled with fright
I really got no rest
When morning came, I made the call
The nurse was very kind
She said she didn't mind at all
To give the first appointment she could find
The doctor was sympathetic
His compassion clearly showed
I really was feeling pathetic
I was bearing a heavy load
I was told I had the big C
The fear that I had known
Welled up from deep inside me
I felt so all alone
Through many months of testing
I prayed that he would find
That the mass was not malignant
Lord, please let it be benign
The answer to my prayer came true
The lump was finally gone
I pray this never happens to you
Such fear I've never known
The Great Physician heard my prayer
He can do the same for you
Cast on Him your every care
And He will see you through
Curtis Moorman
21 October 2013
Dedicated to my friend, Paula H.
Ophelia had cancerous breasts
According to all of the tests
But old Doctor Kaiser
Was simply a miser
Who plundered the most treasured chests
PINK
PINK
PINK
painting PINK
In memory of Clara Anderson—artist--beloved aunt, mother and role model
Clara had her breasts removed
Long before Pink was beloved
Bravely faced the doctors knife
Mother’s friend and navy wife
Clara danced on 30 years
Battled pain
Laughed through tears
And her paint brush
Carried on
Splashed her color
Like a song
Today, I take this walk
A walk for the cure
I will stand for the ones
Who sees life as a blur
Finding out the the most devastating news
Feeling upset,hurt and confused
A disease that affects the body
It makes you feel strange
Adapting to A new life
Adapting to A new change
Chemotherapy, radiations
So many trials and tribulations
My heart goes out to what you're facing
I'll wear this ribbon ?? with pride
And if you ever need a friend
I'll be right by your side
It takes a lot to understand
That this illness wont get the upper hand
A transformation you did go through
Lumps in your breast
Losing your hair, wearing wigs this is something new
No longer knowing who you are
In our hearts you're still a star
It takes Courage, even when you feel discouraged
It takes faith, even when you cant see clear
You are our Hope
From the climbing of a rope
You are the strength
You are strong
You fought this battle
But not alone
A moment of silence
Goes to the ones who didn't survive
You were great
We'll continue to keep your legacy alive
I salute you, yes I do
No more suffering or pain
We release these balloons
In honor and remembrance of your name
With these two feet
I walk for You
Susan G. Komen and so many others
You are my inspiration
You have did everything its taken
You're amazing this is true
The Illness cant get the best of you
Women oh no ?? this is not just for you
Men are known to get it to
I love you and you have all my respect
Do me a favor everyone please go get checked!!!!!!
Written By:Concetta Hardnett
10/21/2015
Why does that which nature endows a woman with, to nourish the very young, later harbor the cells that multiply and harm? Tasking a woman to be ever vigilant, so a life isn't taken before it's time. Compelling those around her, who care and are able, To rally against the injustice. Supporting in their own way , To provide some hope and a light, out of this dark tunnel, no woman should ever have to enter.
Her head bald ,
just a teen ,
she was the one called ,
by God , at the age of seventeen .
She will soon leave us ,
for something is in her ,
attacking and killing her ,
silent like a murmur ,
Room number 11 ,
you will see her ,
she cries day by day ,
why was she the only one ???
The virus , bleeds her heart out ,
each day , her soul shouts ,
to stop this silence within her body ,
for she wants to be ordinary …….
She won't be able to walk down ,
Her wedding aisle ,
To become a beautiful bride ,
But , everything will go , once she dies ……..
Her health is deplorable ,
did God choose her ,
maybe she is a good girl ,
and he needs an angel …..
Today, I take this walk
A walk for the cure
I will stand for the ones
Who sees life as a blur
Finding out the the most devastating news
Feeling upset,hurt and confused
A disease that affects the body
It makes you feel strange
Adapting to A new life
Adapting to A new change
Chemotherapy, radiations
So many trials and tribulations
My heart goes out to what you're facing
I'll wear this ribbon ?? with pride
And if you ever need a friend
I'll be right by your side
It takes a lot to understand
That this illness wont get the upper hand
A transformation you did go through
Losing your hair, wearing wigs this is something new
No longer knowing who you are
In our hearts you're still a star
It takes Courage, even when you feel discouraged
It takes faith, even when you cant see clear
You are our Hope
From the climbing of a rope
You are the strength
You are strong
You fought this battle
But not alone
A moment of silence
Goes to the ones who didn't survive
You were great
We'll continue to keep your legacy alive
I salute you, yes I do
No more suffering or pain
We release these balloons
In honor and remembrance of your name
With these two feet
I walk for You
Susan G. Komen and so many others
You are my inspiration
You have did everything its taken
You're amazing this is true
The Illness cant get the best of you
Women oh no ?? this is not just for you
Men are known to get it to
I love you and you have all my respect
Do me a favor everyone please go get checked!!!!!!
Written By:Concetta Hardnett
10/21/2015
So the death sentence is lifted
I kicked cancers ass
They found no trace of it with surgery
free of that sh*t at last!
Now it's on to radiation
to become a spiderwoman queen
Not exactly what I want to do
but it erases all traces unseen
Those microscopic morsels
the little single cells
that may have escaped that toxic elixir
as we nuked them all to hell.
And they can find no trace of cancer
past the breast I am clear
And it was a lumpectomy
so I still have the breast, Oh dear!
And yes that heavy burden is lifted
my docs original decree
It was you have a 60 percent chance of being alive
in five years you see
And well I think the odds are now much better
something like 98
And for now at least I don't have to carry
that heavy weight.
It's nice to be back Artimus (C) Susan Manley 10:28AM 1/26/24
Asparagine
Is ever so mean
Spreading breast cancer
All over the scene
Researchers said
Asperagus fed
Cancer cell spread
'Til patients were dead
Forget the greens
And fill up on beans
You know what that means
So map out latrines
Vegans like Susie
Are known to be choosey
Beans make them woozy
& Hops are too boozy
Harken to doctors
Our Grand Concoctors
Whose bank account soars
When you open their doors
Now Mardi Gras
Is one day away
Asparagus passé
Enjoy Beaujolais!