Best Intensive Care Unit Poems
Oh, dear; cheer-up, see this intensive care unit-gear
Bare now its rare health-giving share
As I dare God to grant my Dad His reviving welfare!
Diligent nurses, marked with services graciously excellent:
Thanks for your gentle consoling nurture
Coupled by your affable comforting gesture!
Midst well-being blows along hospital bill woes
The Lord's grace* flows upon life's race of sorrow's trace
While Dad's restoration glows by the Omnipotent faith-brace!
*Romans 16:20 And the God of peace shall bruise Satan under your feet shortly. The grace of our Lord Jesus Christ be with you. Amen.
December 29, 2018
intensive care unit
may recover or take leave
by those ill and not
My mum was on the sick bed
She was so weak that we thought she wouldn't make it
Through the night we prayed for the Lord to save her soul
In the morning i heard sound coming from the kitchen
As i entered, i was amazed to see my mum making breakfast
Before i could speak she raised her hand and said
Truly, the Lord answers prayer.
In church people were singing and praying
Among the congregation, some were speaking in tongues
Suddenly! i heard someone screamed and ran to the alter
I was surprised to see that it was the lady that was brought on wheelchair
Jumping and dancing she grabbed the Microfone
And with tears running down her face she said
Truly, the Lord answers prayer.
At the hospital, in the intensive care unit
Lying in coma three days after the terrible accident
The doctors said nothing else could be done but just to hope and pray
So we called on the Lord to take control of the situation
The following day as we entered he was staring directly at us
And with a smile on his face he said
Truly, the Lord answers prayer.
At junior high, we were playing behind the classroom
Then all of a sudden, we heard a loud noise
And before we knew it the entire wall of the building collapsed
Over thirty kids buried in the rubble only one didn't make it
Though it could have been worse but our innocent prayers that morning was answered
When i reflect on these and many more it makes me realize
That truly, the Lord answers prayer.
Neonatal Intensive Care Unit NICU
Are things at times we may be laughing
But never, ever will one be under-staffing
With fewer nurses who were often needed
Assist along a birth that could be impeded.
Then there was the time a son we did adore
By my beautiful wife baby she recently bore
And are glad our son's life God would spare
With Neonatal Intensive Unit who could care.
For a while we had experienced much strife
And a wonderful nurse saved our son's life
Now do see him each time the sun does set
Concerned face of nurse will never forget.
James Serious Mysterious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
Whose wife is a Certified NICU Nurse
Christmas days with loved ones, surely blissful
Carol hymns reign, awesomely delightful
Merry tunes of “O Come, All Ye faithful”
With “Joy to the World,” very beautiful.
Resonating loud is orchestra’s praise
“Our dear Saviour’s birth” of glad tidings’ grace
Bringing peace midst God’s compassion embrace
“Upon the midnight clear,” bright with hope’s rays.
Choir belts out “Hark, the herald angels sing”
Exultant, “The first Noel” expressing
While jubilant to share gracious blessing
“Glory to God* in the highest” stressing.
Can I forget Christmas 2018?
There in ICU**, on God I did lean
Grateful, "Fall on your knees," I sang ... serene
Dad wondrously smiled; oh, lovely; yet remarkable scene.
*Luke 2:14 Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, good will toward men.
**Dad was in the Intensive Care Unit from December 22, 2018 until he went home to heaven to be with the Lord on January 2, 2019.
December 4, 2019
Honorable Mention, "STRAND SPECIAL 8..." Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 12/24/2019.
Music is my home,
Written when I am alone.
Nobody is hear to save me as I slash
my wrists and they turn scarlet.
My mother and father walks through the door,
my mother screams and ,
my father seems dazed,
The doctor say if it was not for the fact,
That my heart was not strong i would have survived,
The boy and girl who pushed me to commit sucide,
spits and dance on my grave,
they defile it and call me names,
even though i am dead i will still hear them,
talk and say mean things,
to my mother and father,
They spread rumors that are untrue,
A voice calls out and asks me what
I want to do?
I cry out let me live give me a second chance,
I'll grant you this calls the voice,
The next thing I know I am in a hospital in the intensive care unit,
I try to speak my mother puts her finger to my lips she is crying,
i Had been on the way to the morgue when my eyes open and i started to breathe,
The same bestfriend who i have known all my life has finally shown her jealous side
and called me a witch, and a zombie, or even a creature from hell.
They Took her to the other side of the hospital and put her in the physchartric unit,
The boy went to jail for attempted murder and i knew i had a plan lined all out for me
True love never dies,
yet my heart is in mourning.
Is it because your eyes
fail to light up when you see me
or perhaps that your smile
has disappeared when you talk to me?
Our kisses have become tepid
and you no longer touch my face.
I sometimes feel as if I am standing
outside the intensive care unit
of our relationship, watching
the rhythm of its heartbeat
becoming slower and slower.
True love never dies,
and yet I am crying.
God reigns in my snow globe memories
With His grace warming chilly December
Reverberating Earth's peace* as He's planned
Sounding triumphant joy of no slumber
Midst sparkling reunion's glowing ember
While each clan member gives special number.
There in my "winterless" territory
Saviour grants gifts always with blessed delight
Supplying needs by His bounty's glory
Gladly shared with generosity's light
Intensifying Christmas giving's height
To prevail in all seasons of love's might.
Words of cheer are heard in my land of hope
Along the Tropics devoid of snow
Where cold weather marks moments for care-cope
When well-being goes to its downward flow
And hospital-admission brings sorrow
With debilitating status-arrow.
In my Dad's intensive care unit nook
The Lord visits my globe's health-brook.
*Luke 2:14 Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, good will toward men.
Original Title: Winter Wonder Dream Land
December 24, 2018
1st place, "CONTEST NO 550..." Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 1/31/2019.
"Lord, grant Your divine healing..."
This is my spirit's plea
Now that I'm confronted with my Dad's groaning angst
While he writhes in pain, struggling to express himself
Here in the Intensive Care Unit which is his haven this Christmas season.
"Lord, your miraculous healing is needed..."
This is my soul's whining
Whenever I see my Dad's agonizing response
Toward seemingly endless needle pricks, catheter changes, suction insertions
As he strives, yet suffering, to seek relief.
"Lord, pour out your healing that's merciful..."
This is my constant prayer
Since my Dad's afflicting blood sugar count
Along unstable blood pressure rise
Oppresses him grievously midst laboured breathing.
"Lord, Your gracious healing* is besought..."
This is my humble cry
With faith in His power for my Dad's health-restoration
So as to recuperate from his stroke
Toward praise-filled thanksgiving and joyous homecoming.
*Luke 9:11 ... He (Jesus Christ) received them, and spake unto them of the kingdom of God, and healed them that had need of healing.
December 24, 2018
7th place, "LET 'ER RIP #2" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by John lawless; judged on 12/29/2018.
My brother died so suddenly, unexpectedly
at sixty six, a young age in today’s standard.
He contracted the Corona virus that took his life.
Unable to breathe, he was taken to emergency
on Christmas Eve and was admitted to stay.
With all the available care administered,
he still struggled with his breathing and
was transferred to Intensive Care Unit,
intubated and was put on the ventilator.
With his weak body, he struggled more
and lost his dear life in mid-January.
Now, I knew and learned through his family,
how much stress he was dealing with,
how he painfully and continuously struggled
with all the family issues, concerns, hardships.
How he was singularly tackling all these
adversities, problems, difficulties, aside from
his health conditions of asthma, diabetes,
high blood pressure and so on and on.
The financial, mental, emotional tolls
and medical conditions he went through
affected him more physically, manifesting
in tremendous muscle aches and pains,
making him struggle more almost every day.
Just thinking even in near death
or up to the end of his life, he struggled.
Now, he rests in peace, no more life struggles.
His life struggles taken from him, for him to rest.
3/8/21 Life's Struggles Any Form - Updated Poetry
Constance La France
PS Grammar: Checked
Teachers and students bond
In the classroom, in the lecture room
To ensure the teaching and learning process doesn’t abscond
As teachers their students’ future groom
In bonds that over time tie tighter
As the loco parentis role teachers pursue
To mould character, attitude, knowledge and skill in better and vaster
Quality, quantity and sanctity that ensue
When ignorance hitherto entrenched
Dies and lies in a cognitive intensive care unit
While cultures of best practice and best performance grow enmeshed
In society whose prosperity teachers and students knit
To man vital sectors of national economies
Although teachers sentimentally suffer when upon course completion students depart
After scaling with flying colours cognitive, affective and psycho motor taxonomies
When from teachers’ company beloved students part.
Heart Does Have Defects
After thorough cardiac exam a doctor detects
Jimmy Kimmel's baby does have heart defects;
Along with all of this NICU is extremely necessary
In an emotional situation that appears to be scary.
For Jimmy's family created much sorrow and hurt
And to ease suffering and pain will need comfort;
Thankfully, on a great support system can rely
So that their poor, sickly baby never needs to die.
Jimmy now does pray to God each and every day,
Saying, "Alive allow our baby to remain and stay;"
His religious belief will make him become brave,
So he won't have to see frightful site of a grave.
What happens sometimes when Jimmy is gone,
His tears in both eyes appear to go on and on;
Why people have to go through much misery
Am sure is a big mystery to both you and me.
James Serious Mysterious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
NICU is Neonatal Intensive Care Unit.
I still remember the name Jimmy. I
was normally called Jim in normal
everyday life. I was called Jimmy
when special emphasis was being
placed on my name like when
it was time to come home for supper.
I can still hear my mom call:
Jimmm-Meee. That meant I had
better beat feet home. That is what
Jimmy Kimmel's mother was saying
to him and see your son who is in
the hospital. Don't know if Kimmel's
mother is still alive though.
You are lonely...You read this
A human being hurting
I see you
So now you know
Terminality ill resting here
ICU
Means Intensive Care Unit
I see you
ICU is an acronym, abbreviation slang word
I see you
On respite care, help us Lord
Pains beyond what you can't stand
You're being housed in ICU
Seriously ill patient
I see you
Required close observation
And monitoring
I see you
Specially trained to care
For one or two patients at a time
My spirit nor eyes are blind
I see you
Doctors are specially trained in critical care
Area hospital facility dedicated to save the dying
To take care of patients who are seriously ill
For God got Himself, Angels and man
To watch over you in prayer
You may be heal, or last breath taken rise to up into heaven
You matter for I.....
I see you
3/24/18
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©2018
Steam driven ashes and lava from volcanoes
Obscure tomorrows
Exploding from bean pods and tomatoes
Beseeching and seeking halos
Our lives require
To earn a rebirth
Inspire and inquire
Whether a new berth
Becomes of the essence
In the path the future offers
Despite the intensive care unit defence
Happiness in bloom proffers
To decrease the harm
Self destruction and self deceit
Can inflict when calm
Vanishes into the precinct whose welcome receipt
Determines if our happiness hangs on the thread
Lost in the complexity and cohesion in the spiderweb
Enmeshed in the labyrinth whose bedstead
Holds the secret to our arrival and survival on the World Wide Web
Where happiness navigates
Searching for you and I
Not as surrogates at Sorrows’ Gates
But as equal partners in debunking a fatal lie.
Tell me, Casanova, how long you’ll pine
On sodden sleeves your heart you’ve worn
Reputation on the line in decline
Sterile standing in society shorn
Of its aura of charm and calm
Reduced to tatters
With no love balm
In sight, your maneuver no longer flatters
As you once boasted it could
At your beck and call
Methinks you’re knocking on wood
Hastening your free fall
From grace as your pedestal
Driven to its knees
Slumps horizontal
With pitiful pleas
For release from the grip
The siren on you
Seems to rip
Anew
Threads of last ditch
Hope on which bits and slits of your heart hang
Primed to switch
Off the clang
In the intensive care unit
In which between Charybdis and Scylla
Where the last throes of your discomfiture knit
In the power Priscilla
Yields to snuff out
In rapid fire
The doubt
On hire that can longer respire
Gives up its ghost
In shame and odium
To a tortuous toast
On your Waterloo podium
Where spectators fed up with your pitiful pleas
Demand the coup de grace
Sleaze
To terminate your winless race to save your face.