Samantha my cat is a little bit stressed,
with strangers coming in and out of our nest..
She likes my wheelchair, her new spot to rest,
it's soft cushy pillow she finds the best..
When I'm asleep she does a respiration test,
checking in to make sure I'm not dead I guess?
Hopefully she would do cat cpr to my chest..
Categories:
cpr, appreciation, cat, health,
Form: Light Verse
i was dead
and i knew
it blissfully
feeling
thoughts
but suddenly she
was on top of
me hitting
my chest
so
forgetting
cardiac
arrest
i said
why
don't you
cuff me
and have
it your own
way
mouth
to mouth
preferably
Categories:
cpr, muse,
Form: I do not know?
she sleeps
while i watch
owl like through
the night
that what
might may
never
happen
for she i
need
for her
to breathe
into me
poetry
for
without
her i am
a shell a
vessel
for her
lips to
put
upon
and blow
then the
sound of
the horn
will take
its form
in lines
of her
dear
est
poesy
Categories:
cpr, muse,
Form: I do not know?
She drowned in the late eighteen hundreds
Alone but happy because her horrible life was finally over
She had been chattel at the hand of a ruffian.
A rogue her parents married her to.
She was glad to be gone.
It was not a good life
"Hey! Isn't that your face?" It was her friend, Angel Mama.
She looked back to earth in the viewing room.
It was her face, on a dummy of some sort.
She was shocked! "It was my earth face," she said.
They call you "Anne," Angel Mama said.
Her full earth name had been AnneMarie.
But her beloved Grandma Belle had always called her Anne.
She smiled. "What do they do with it?" She asked, frightened a bit.
"She saves lives," another voice said.
"She teaches people CPR, a way of saving people who are
drowning or choking."
What? Anne was shocked. Happy that her earth face was happy.
It was the first time she thought she almost saw it smile.
That face had not smiled in a long time.
The dummy looked so proud of itself!
Categories:
cpr, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Prose Poetry
Conscience thumps a heart
Pricked, hit by nail on the head.
Returns heart warned.
Categories:
cpr, heart,
Form: Senryu
Lecrae has rapped it:
We're all "breathing to death"
With decaying hearts,
Daily losing our breath
Quick!
Fifteen verses,
Two songs of worship
Fifteen verses,
Two songs of worship
Change it up!
Thirty verses,
And a song of worship
Keep it up!
We need resuscitation:
Christ's
Peace and
Resurrection
Categories:
cpr, jesus, sin,
Form: Rhyme
While he was jogging, he suddenly dropped.
I knew immediately that his heart had stopped.
If I had known CPR, his life might have been saved.
But I didn't and sadly, it sent him to his grave.
I learned how to play the piano and how to drive a car.
But it would've been more beneficial if I'd learned CPR.
He perished because he went into cardiac arrest.
I was helpless to save him and my heart shriveled in my chest.
Now I'm hated and have been disowned by my own father and mother.
The reason why they hate me is because the dead man was my brother.
(Even though this poem is fictional, it's very important that people learn Cardiopulmonary Resuscitation.)
Categories:
cpr, brother, death,
Form: Rhyme
Swimming
I’m drowning
In what makes
Me human
Bobbing up
And down
Under blankets
Of old feelings
Trying to breath
In new ones
But my lungs
Fill with past
Regrets
Words to old
To remember
So I just swallow
The water willingly
Categories:
cpr, life
Form: I do not know?