Cancer Poems | Examples of Cancer Poetry

Not living longer but dying slower The chemo dripping death’s shadow appears Each moment fringed with a joy ill censored The countdown has started whose bell — is near (Dreamsleep: August, 2025) ...

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FOUR YEARS, STILL STANDING Four years bleeding, four years bruised, Four years fighting, four years used. Carried the weight till my back near broke, Choked on silence, swallowed the smoke. Four years of bills and sleepless nights, Four years swinging at shadows and lies. Loved and lost, trust turned thin, Hiding the chaos I’m drowning in. Four years scraping, hand to mouth, Hope ran dry,...

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Battle scarred but unbroken I was captive in a silent war. My body, the battlefield. A quiet siege waged beneath my skin, where cells divided and uncertainty grew. This body, once solely mine, reduced to flesh, marked like a map, etched by others’ plans, endlessly examined, poked and prodded. An invisible war raging on, masked as protocol, disguised in scans and tests,biopsy reports, surgical cuts and stitches. Each treatment discussed...

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When all I want to do is cry? Even while immersed in this high. When all I want is to die With little to no reasons as to why. When all I want is to lie, Say "I'm okay," so they won't pry. When all I want to do is sigh As I am aware her end is near nigh. When all I...

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It’s the darkness, flooding the silent room A still so bitter it flows, splashing fears Weary as the moments I would never presume Pierce the heart with feelings, frantic tears It’s the night, breathing in echoes of anxiety Murmuring shadows who still the soul Wiping out the silhouettes of notoriety Following the screams of a dread’s control It’s the dusk, ending twilight’s...

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dog stricken with cancer; euthanized. out of her m i s e r y; dog owner hollowed out by deep grief; best friend, gone! ...

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My Spirit Beneath the sunlit waves where my dreams drift and dive, A silent shadow glides—a force both fierce and alive. The great white shark, my silent kin, moves through the endless blue, Its power and mystery mirror something deep and true in me, too. I feel its wisdom echo in the restless tides of my mind, In the hunger for...

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Ocean's Embrace, A Warrior's Heart Shattered news, a whispered word, "Cancer," they said, my world was blurred. A mammogram's shadow, stark and deep, A secret held I couldn't keep. My chest, once strong, now felt so frail, A storm of fear, a silent wail. The surgeon's smile, a gentle hand, But fear still gripped this weary land. Yet in this darkness, deep and vast, My...

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Cancer, a six-letter word that doesn’t mean much to most people. Then the word suddenly has more power than a shot to the chest. You think, am I still breathing? You go to the bathroom to try to pull yourself together, to share the pain with someone else. As the phone rings, you think you...

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grief is a complicated feeling; it doesn’t always hold the loss of something. But in some cases, in my case, it’s the quiet ache of dread, the feeling that encapsulates quiet certainty of impending loss, something that means more to you than anything, that in the here and now, is still with you. Yes, you may...

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When Dad got Leukemia, he put up a fight. He took chemo but lost his battle 12 years ago tonight. After months of taking chemotherapy, he died. He couldn't beat cancer even though he tried. He died less than two hours before the fourteenth of July. He was a good provider and that's something I can't deny. When a person loses...

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I’ve knocked on every door of medicine men— doors painted with hope. Swallowed pills of every size and colour. Been told, “This one never fails.” Another promise— fulfilled only in disappointment. The body that once felt mine now feels like a stranger’s— still wearing my name tag. I sleep early, trying to rinse myself from pain, but wake up still dressed in it. The coat I wear? Pain-stitched— by a tailor...

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Sitting by the window and reflecting, on one bitter cold day, The sky cloudy, the weather report predicted snow, The temperature outside 10 degrees, a little low, 33 years ago, it was a sad, life changing day that May. My dad is all I could think of, he consumed my thoughts, The Specialist Oncologist had given us the tragic...

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I rub my neck My fingers find something hard I press hard again ...

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Dear Diary My dog died yesterday. We were playing frisbee in the back yard and it was really hot. I'm not allowed to run so he did the running for both of us and I guess it just wore him out because he fell on his side and breathed really hard and then just ...

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