Best Cancer Poems


Premium Member A Beautiful Mirror

-Escape of the mountain-

Do you care about my breast?
The new curve - countryside corset
The beauty of every summer dress 
Laying down, wearing out gravity 
Embracing the same feeling;  
Your hands indulged in
Passion and devotion
around perfumed scenery 
     The perfect pair

Today we will pray,
Counting every second on the clock 
No longer the womanly figure before'
I will possess a new battle, 
around the virtues of my palace.

Will you still be there, 
  when the hump and lump are gone?
Will I still be the queen of your heart?
Patiently I shall wait and see 
 in hopes to gain the time breast cancer stole 
Leaving behind torn tissue, with a daily reminder of;
The one that got away.

Premium Member Green Anniversaries

This is not a time for us
Facing these weeks of hospital walls
My knight now jousts an invisible foe
Shorn of hair, yet still he wears
Tubes of pain as proud as armor
With blood too pale, future too frail
No anniversary in candlelight
This year is measured in pills and applesauce
Doctor visits replacing road trips
To the salty sea beach, where he proposed
With a ring of delicate gold
All those years melting in florescent folds
Of bleached sheets and disposable gowns
Yet, every tide of fever, every ocean of nausea
Is one more wobbly step towards a tomorrow
Of recovered roses and kaleidoscope kisses
Where I believe, past this horizon's thin eve
In lush trees, green with anniversaries.

8/24/20

Premium Member Humanity

If we don’t feel with our hearts, we don’t belong
If we don’t see as one, the world is wrong
Beyond the wars and the hate and the insanity
We are all connected as humanity
We are the child with cancer who still wears a smile
We are the kid from the projects facing trial
We are the pregnant teen feeling lost and used
We are the elderly man in a home abused
We are the young couple, marriage on the rocks
We are the homeless one in a cardboard box
We are the cold and hungry, sad and depressed
We are the lonely child who never felt blessed
We are the woman whose life was filled with pain
We are the man standing alone in the pouring rain
We are the child who struggles day to day
We are the teenage girl who ran away
We are the soldier killed in an unjust war
We are the young man who can dream no more
We are the inmate locked away for life
We are the old man who has lost his wife
We would be better off without our vanity
And have a sense of belonging to humanity.


Premium Member The Luxury of Ordinary

Today was a good day

Today he walked on legs unbent
And erect spine of a man intent

On stilling the cacaphony of monotony
And smoothing the callouses of convalescence

For today, we both forgot
The wasting rate this cancer's wrought

Today, he teased and squeezed and poked
Fun at his trademark old school jokes
Laughter's remembered warmth evoked

Today he drove his rattling truck
His feet sure on the pedal's pump

And carried boxes of tradebooks and tools
With hands that know weighted control

Today, without a splint or cane
He tamed steps of receding pain

Today, through a briefly calm sea
He is the man he used to be

So today, I can foresee
The luxury
When days like these
Are ordinary.

1/23/21

Premium Member By God's Grace

I, who always used to gravitate toward health and fitness,
would flatter myself that I was too healthy to ever get a bad disease.
Then it happened!  A lump  - most inurbane -
had decided to invade one of my breasts.

There was nothing perspicuous about that tumor.
My first whole month consisted of going from one test to another
just to determine if it was malignant.
In my new surreal world, everything seemed to alienate me from normalcy.
Surely, I thought, my body is simply being capricious.
I kept believing that the crazy tumor would be ruled benign.
Surely my worries and my biggest looming fear soon would dissipate.

Then I got the verdict – second stage cancer.
Told it was a less invasive type, I felt a little reassured.
But after surgery, another test revealed I was high risk for it returning.
My condition is far from transitory.
If it lived inside me still, it would attack with vengeance were it to grow.

I did the radiation I was told to do
but turned down the chemotherapy.
The tumor, after all, had been removed.
Through prayer, I believe God guided me 
to sources that informed me of other precautions
better for me than chemotherapy.

I can make bad genetics my scapegoat,
along with the weirdness of estrogen, which drove it to my breast.
My body betrayed me, but millions are victims of this disease each year.
For now, I am surviving and doing it wonderfully.
I search for more preventative solutions 
through such things as exercise and healthy eating.
Perhaps I mainly get by with support from friends and family
and most certainly, from simply LOVING life 
     that by God’s grace,
                    victorious I may remain!


Revised for Julie Rodeheaver's "I'm a Survivor" Contest

Premium Member - I Died a Little Inside - a Sad Bluebell Story -

A windswept bluebell I am
even though the sun is high in the sky
The wind ruffled the hair
my skin would slowly freeze like mosaic
Want to paint the picture with beautiful thoughts
but difficult to find the rainbow


Tears, so many tears
my heart ripped apart
The pain took a different form
Your sobbing lungs needed a new life


Lung cancer with spread to the lymphs
You were so weak, like a bluebell in the wind
Suddenly it is not a matter of course to get old anymore
Death did not come abruptly or surprisingly
But it was quite overwhelming when it became a reality


Tears, so many tears
my heart ripped apart
I died a little inside
although I will always carry you in my heart


The blue lights are gone now
I have chosen a place near the coast
You loved this place
No exhaust smell or busy people
In the natural cycle your ashes will be spread in the wind


While the birds flying towards the horizon
Nothing can fill the emptiness I feel
From life to death, the road is so short
Rest in peace, I loved you dearly


Tears, so many tears
my heart ripped apart
A simple bluebell is left alone
The clock chimes inaudibly









08.02.2019
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Premium Member The Unhappy Hostess

Come into my house, 
Sit anywhere you like. 

No, not at my table, 
No, not on my chair. 
Come into my house,
Sit anywhere.

I invited you, 
I opened up my home.
Oh, I changed my mind, 
It is a vaulted tome.
Sit anywhere.

Come into my house,
You really are not welcome.
You are a phantom guest, 
And a sadly, unwanted pest,
Yet still...
Sit anywhere.

It is a perfect place,
You should have been more proud, 
Just to be invited, 
And permitted, in the crowd. 
Sit anywhere. 

With rules and hidden spaces.
And a common thought out plan, 
You do not fit, so do not sit, 
“Sit anywhere”.
© Ann Foster  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member The Topic of Cancer

God, so cruel a plague upon me,
dreams crushed, forsaken,
even as I hopefully step
where the sun leaves me to smile
for those brief but celebrated 
        moments.

Through tear blurred windows
dear hearts that suffer more than I
can despise their suffering -
much more than my own sad fate.
I'm called brave but it is they
who smile through pain,
struggle for the right words.

They need not speak.
How lucky I have been
no matter my end
to have known such love.

Premium Member The Last Day

Gene stood. Skyscraper demanding. Cold steel.
Thirty-five hard years. Over now. Just like that.
Corrugated box. Family photo. Timex watch.
Bitter coffee. 
Stale sweat.
He walked out. Sun blaze. Fireball. Air thick.

Sidewalk. Familiar corner. Man there.
Black skin. Weathered face. Cardboard sign.
Gene stopped. Eyes met. Silent understanding.

"Seen you," the man said.
Gene nodded. "Fifteen and a half years."
"Never spoke."
"No. Never did."

Gene sat. Concrete cracked. Chill. Hands trembling.
"Lost everything," he said, eyes downcast.
Shame heavy. Guilt girded.
The man waited. Silent. Eyes knowing.

"Wife. Cancer. Kids ghosted. Job now too."
Gene's voice cracked. "Wasted. Empty. Life."
The man reached down. Pulled out a bottle.

"Drink?" he asked.
Gene nodded. Took it. Swigged deep.
Bourbon burned. Good burn. Real.
"First honest thing. In years."

They sat. Shadows lengthened. City hummed.
Bottle passed. Back. Forth. No words.
Gene breathed. First time in years.
Bygone dreams. Flickered. Misty. 
Husband. Father. Provider. Lost Purpose.

Night fell. Stars peeked. Traffic thinned.
Gene stood. Legs unsteady. Mind unclear
"Thanks," he said,
The man nodded. "Tomorrow comes" –

Gene stared out. Horizon blurred. “That was yesterday.”
Street light flickered. Old worn dress shoes. 
A sound.
Empty bottle. 
Spinning.
Parting gift. Timex. 
Ticking...

With Angels Wings

"With Angels Wings"

The whispering winds, a song they sing

A song of sorrow and of a heart so big 

Your love reaches as far as the eye can see

I believe in dreams because in my heart, you beat

Just as a gentle breeze shimmers every leaf

Your love, in every heart, plants a seed

Elegance, love and hope is what grows beneath

And this is your gift to us....

For safe keeping.

So...if you ever wonder why heaven sings

It's because now you fly...

      With Angels Wings

Premium Member Cop a Feel - Breast Cancer Awareness Campagin

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

Premium Member Breast Cancer Awareness

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

Mama Swore It'D Be Alright

I grew up shooting pool and dancing on the bar
 Mama said with enough buise anyone could be a star
 Daddy was in the back room chasin' skirts
 Mama was in the parking lot dancin' with Mary Jane just to mask the hurt

 I've spent my life walkin' around in a cloudy haze
 I'm taunted by the memory of my early days

 Daddy spent alot of time drivng an eighteen wheeler
 Each night Mama brought home a new "sexual healer"
 I didn't usually get a chance to catch his name
 But it almost always ended the same

 I heard her scream as glass would break
 My heart would stop with each breath I was scared to take
 Sirens and lights flooded our streets as I approached another long night
 As I dried her tears and cleaned her blood Mama swore it'd be alright
 She forgot to mention that it'd happen again
 
 Both my brothers had thier own bed in the federal pen
 Cancer took Granny's last breath right about then
 My sisters and I weren't strangers to rape
 As we grew older we each seeked our o0wn escape

 I guess I chose the hardest road
 Somehow I thought drugs and men could ease my burdened load
 While hiding from myself I lived a life of crime
 I earned a reputation and did my time

 I heard her scream as glass would break
 My heart would stop with each breath I was scared to take
 Sirens and lights flooded our streets as I approached another long night
 As I dried her tears and cleaned her blood Mama swore it'd be alright
 She forgot to mention that it'd happen again

My First Priority Is Me

If theres one thing i know 
That's set in stone
Is that you can't be
Everything
To everyone you know
So just be you
If their expectin more
It's time to let them go
© John Conde  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Cancer - Remembering What You Want To Forget

You crept into our lives
silently stalking
like a cat burglar in the dead of night
invading every aspect of our world

Robotic treatment by the Da Vinci Machine
operated by a skilled surgeon
removed this blight from our lives ...
yet lurking in the back of our minds
your memory remains

Cancer, you violated his body
but in a strange way you were a blessing
by giving us a stark reality check

We appreciate our days on earth are limited
and cherish every second 
living each day to the full

Of course we are realistic
one day you may return
but we will do battle with you again
victory will be ours -
and once more you will be a distant memory!



10/5/18

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