Doctors Poems - Poems about Doctors

Dare I share my intrusive thoughts Once suicidal in a mood so dark I actually tried to stop my heart Using vitamins to sin with life to part It was a low that got so deep Manic tide had overcome me Was hearing voices in trilogies Mad as I was bipolar buried I recall walking outside Collapsed in the sunshine Barely recall ambulance ride Feeling lost...

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The day started, but little did I know it would be an end to my dreams, That what was about to happen would end up with a long gut-wrenching scream, The weather was grey, the dark sky was threatening rain, I was nearing a world of excruciating pain. When we met it was with a smile, a hug and...

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It's only 2:00 am. I even waited to take the drugs till midnight, so I wouldn't have to fight an extra 2 hours through the night Not that it makes much of a difference. In 4.5 hours my alarm will go off (not that I really need one) and I'll continue to just survive each torturous moment. The only difference is the daytime doesn't have the...

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These next _ minutes are going to be hard... I open my eyes Not sure what time it is, but I bet I can guess. The drugs never work for more than 2 hours, and the distress from the pressure in my head and throat has been suppressing more than 2 hours of sleep a night for months now - even with the drugs. They have...

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In a world of growing uncertainty, whenever there's a great emergency, Doctors Without Borders alleviates disorders with profound humaneness and urgency....

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They, who are readily and always available; Checking if your vital signs are stable. They work round the clock with lives in their hands. Carrying out nature's most delicate command. They go into the surgical room without an iota of fear, Bringing the much needed hope and chasing away despair. The surgical robe, a garment light as a feather; Worn by...

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"...in spring, the most delicate feathery yellow of plumes and plumes and plumes and trees and bushes of wattle, as if angels had flown right down out of the softest gold regions of heaven to settle here, in the Australian bush." — D. H. Lawrence, Kangaroo Paraboloid totems of evergreen hope, upside down, Sparkling white trinkets, sparkling white...

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As a law-abiding senior citizen of Hawai I was living a pretty decent life Until my absence alerted my neighbours And the paramedics broke the front door of my house To find me lying unconscious inside Now I am recuperating in a hospital bed. But I place my charges against medical malpractices That has handicapped me physically, mentally and...

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Pretty doctors Two young female doctors dressed in white  wearing stereoscopes around their slim necks as decorations, an accessory that  gave them charming dignity Between them, looking at a computer my name was there, they were talking about my medical history I tried to get a word in but was blithely ignored, after all, I was the patient, but my input went unheeded They were happy with my...

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Relationships with doctors Can be awkward, even though You discuss the same old problems Every time that you may go. Yet if you have a physician You have seen for many years, All self-consciousness and tension Somehow quickly disappears. He’ll remember all your symptoms – Be they serious or not – And will take his time explaining What you have or haven’t got. There might...

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Rural doctors In quiet towns where roads are few, Where fields stretch wide and skies are blue, There walk the healers, brave and true, The doctors of the rural view. With bags in hand and hearts of gold, Through rain and shine, through heat and cold, They journey far where need is great, To serve the towns that time forgot. In simple clinics, makeshift...

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They come to us, both young and old, Plagued by ailments, manifold. Suffering obvious in their eyes, Thinking, am I soon to die? Tortured, plaintive souls outreaching, Voices that are so beseeching. A kindly word of reassurance, Gentle touch, and calming presence, Are so soothing and bring a smile; The patient happy for a while! As we listen to their complaints, Without...

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On Doctor’s day (dedicated to all doctors who heal the society) Busy wards where noise fills the air, those steady hands and humble hearts that care; Doctors help you walk through the path of light, amidst darkest days and long sleepless nights. With stethoscopes they catch a tender beat, mend thy hearts and cure the disease; All eyes, they see the silent...

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Making house calls for syphilis the disease not the woman keeping wives from finding out the nature of her husband mob wives really supports their husbands hiding out hiring mafia doctors to create fake death certificates when the time comes he has to act fast before all the wiseguys he killed began to surface all...

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All of the leading doctors recommend Camels. Well, dang it, if Camels are good enough for the leading doctors I had better smoke myself some Camels! Were we this gullible back in the day? Yes....

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