Doctor Poems - Poems about Doctor

To make it on the stage, in this day and age, I'm convinced, Contacts and Clout are what it's all about. Woke up this mornin', feelin' all washed out, went down to the local drugstore, for a bottle of Clout, the druggist he said, 'Sorry son, we're all sold out.' Woke up this mornin', feelin' all turned about, went to my...

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My doctor is a man of charm and wit. Smiling, he told me I was dying and just to prove he wasn’t lying cancelled my next day’s visit....

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This poem is featured in Dr. Ivan Edwards' upcoming anthology, Resonance of the Soul: Flowers and Harmonics, published by IEME LLC. The book will be available in e-book, softcover, and hardcover formats upon release. Available on YouTube. Healing - A tribute to those who battle mental health The journey to wholeness: Reflections on mending wounds, overcoming...

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I met a retired Soldier, I met a retired Doctor, I met a retired Teacher— But I’ve never met a retired Preacher. I learnt what respect truly means, The weight of pain and quiet devotion, The love behind being a soldier— Dying for a nation that might forget you. Even retiring feels like a battle won. The Doctor too saves lives, Sweating with a racing...

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My doctor is like no other, he treats me like a brother. Never unfair nor dishonest in diagnosis or prognosis; he tells me all just as it is – a trait he’s known for best. During my recent physical, with expertise and acumen, he revealed nothing amiss, my health sound and admirable. And with beaming pride of a respected professional said I’d make a fine specimen in formaldehyde....

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Most people don’t know what to be when they grow up. I’m three years old and I know what I want to do. It’s something I’ve known since my very first checkup. My Mommy’s a nurse and I want to be one, too. In the middle of the night, my tummy was hurt, So I went to my Mommy’s side...

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Blinding lights, the smell of chlorhexidine Green colored scrubs, white coats and the strange red of povidone-iodine A place where chaos and calm coexist as two sides of a coin A realm where anguish and hope align, a balance between both cruel and divine It’s a glimpse of hope for some, for others it’s a livelihood It’s a place where...

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With healing hands and hearts so bright, They stand for us in darkest night. Through trials fierce and battles long, Their courage sings a steadfast song. In sterile halls where pain resides, They fight for life on shifting tides. Through weary eyes and sleepless calls, They answer when the helpless falls. A stethoscope, their mighty sword, A voice of hope, their true reward. They mend...

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A Doctor of proctology I can spot them a mile away with or without the hats nor the Nazi salutes they may love their dogs to the max canines won’t paw out their faults Oh what stories vets could tell the owners be in prison or dropped down where they belong in hell ...

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Some fellas and some gals are just plumb mean and sadly some are deranged and some scream. Seems like a certain syndrome is screwin’ with your genomes and sure would explain that mutant dumb gene! Written: March 2025...

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Doctor Duck could not cluck Whenever he tried, he was out of luck So he bought bread Brioche, Baguette, White, and Grain He'd wake up covered in crumbs Looking like one of the bums His wife left him because he spent his paycheck on bread Doctor duck sure was out of luck He'd lost it all, every single buck Doctor Duck was fired He was...

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Let's motivate ourselves with our dreams, In the fields we’ve chosen, following our streams. Want to become a doctor like me? Oh, I aim to save lives, that’s the key. An engineer? To create something new, I'll have no regrets, only victories to view. A chartered accountant? Tough, but funny, One day, you'll manage all the money. Remember your dream, hold onto your...

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(A lone voice whispers) Are there many quiet times When you look above And are there are many crazy raucous times When you’re also forced to Look below Can you still feel tendrils of Old memories from your Hidden archives That cathedral you may now Call the Ghetto Château Where lost love or heartbreaks Resonate Vibrating in those very rooms You try to outgrow Are there still small moments...

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Shoot Me Doctor Miracle man 2/4/2025 Doc. I need a shot or do I need to be shot? I feel terrible! ...

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MY EXISTENCE (AMY) I walk into the graveyard and see “Amy” on your stone, And know from family hist’ry you’re not lying there alone. She was not my mother but I can’t help but know I owe my whole existence to the mother there below. Amy was expecting, her first child on its way. She took a spell as people said...

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