Best Nursing Home Poems

A wilted violet bows its pretty purple head,
Like me it has no energy as sorrow pleads.
My love, once so pure and vibrant now is dead.
My...

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You look at me so uninviting;
I may have some missing teeth, stumble when I walk, bout' to FALL!!!
Stutter when I talk, but yet I'll still...

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Her tired old eyes lit up bright.
A thankful tear, she could not hide.
A sweet aroma fills her nose;
because he gave a single rose.

Confined to this...

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This poem was written by an old man who died in the geriatric
Ward of a nursing home in North Platte, Neb.  He left nothing...

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The nursing home called me early in the morning to come
as snow clouds sailed across the sky
and my heart swelled with a sea of tears
to...

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**For Ruben O, My little Bro**

(This poem was written and a recording made for the contest sponsored by Team Poetrysoup which was deleted before it...

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In this season of festive cheer,
as hours fade into the new year,
spare a thought for those who live in fear,
who have no one to wipe...

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Mary spent her final days
Inside a nursing home
Tended to by well trained staff
But still so all alone

They gave her everything of need
Bathed and fed and...

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I am a poet and writer of words,
you know me through my sad poems:
but, there is more to me ... more to this girl,
I...

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We need to "Love" what we have "Got to be",so that we can have "Immorality"! There is a "Fire inside of you and me"!!! The...

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I am a poet and writer of words,
You know me through my sad poems;
But there is more to me more to this girl,
I found writing...

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Time 
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The Old Shoe Box

A box of old shoes under the stair,
Discarded, unwanted, no matching pair.
No longer needed, pushed out of sight.
Resigned to this box, and...

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When the fall came we knew everything had changed.  Whispers through the Aspens became a shrill voice of winters warning.  He was changing...

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Deceptive Griselda is not so fair
She conceals her real age, will not declare
     On the Net she croons love’s tunes
 ...

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