Cancer Free Verse Poems

I Got Her

motherhood is fraught with mistakes
hanging from her charm bracelet

hourglass wrist; anchor was hooked
she’s silent as I longed for her to erupt

I needed her...

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Thanks for another day
Others curse their luck, stale breath 
Eventually our enemy becomes our brother

Cancer checkup, another swinging dick who fears his death
To not necessarily...

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I was born in a banana republic,
Between the carnivorous chains of Françafrique,
In an open-air dumpster,
Where tyranny, barbarity, and savagery speak with arrogance.
I am perfumed with...

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Cancer is only for others,
Walking its own quiet road:
The smoker’s sigh,
The alcoholic’s plight,
The old tree,
The young, the budding seed—
Babies, life’s fragile heartbeat…

Medical advancements—progress marching,
Cures, new...

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Cells held secret ballots in my bones,
voting for mutiny in whispers.
Cancer, that drunk architect,
scribbled collapse into my blood's blueprint.

They built black gardens in my lungs,
where...

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We know that
You know us
From inside out
You are the men that
Created us
With your holy hands
And placed us here on earth
Yes Father
The earth has been our...

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You and me
Belongs in Gods world
He is the one
That have made us
In his imagine
We are very beautiful
To God
AIso he is the one that gave us
The...

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Yo, Iggy Iggy, I can't say this enough, but you tall Ashley buff, you got long hair, and you're ing enough, ing it up on...

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She has reached the terminal before time,
with rogue cancer cells creeping in her lungs.
The pain pulsates in writhing sixteen-year-old body
with the rhythm of the last...

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Hard drugs under the sunshine, 
Like feeling sick with a ‘get well soon’ sticker. 
I’m gonna get what I said, 
Sicker, 
Sucks. 
I wonder why...

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Demons

Sad and suffering souls. Do you think they are happy creatures? Oh, no!
The life in their hearts is so hard, cold, dark emptiness. Believe me...

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(A repost from 2019)

My favorite aunt is dying.. cancer, quiet and consuming as a flame..

Seven short weeks ago she was easily doing an hour of...

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they show up at 2:37 a.m.
not with pitchforks,
but with your mother’s voice,
your boss’s smirk,
the girl who left in '89.

they don’t knock.
they seep in through the...

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In August of year nineteen sixty-eight, 
I was a young healthy man of twenty eight,
and had been told that I had cancer.
God had struck the...

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~Running~ death steps behind ~ don't stop to tell how close.
Swallowing a clump of cacti. Throat skewers. 
Aubergine blood clots. Cough, life's wick smaller. 
Struggle...

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