Hospital Poems - Poems about Hospital

Leukemia boys and Leukemia girls wave in hospital volunteers, as the angels wave them away. What is love? Beyond an overpriced ambulance ride, and an unnecessary hospital stay? The most beautiful things: summer sweat, and Rome after rain. Inside, a child draws a yellow sun with trembling fingers. The IV, taped down like it’s trying to hold him there. Forced positivity. A heart full of apathy. I see that same world you try to see with substance sober, and I’ll be the first to...

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If You Love If you love him, dear airy blonde lady, the one love is yours Only one, the only yours, you created him; the soul is yours This poor boy could have been yours. But you dropped him From your heart. Dumped guy. Yeah. From your sexy walk The train floor crackled under your gazelle steps. He knelt down In...

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All this fuss to fix my brain Screen line beeps to prove my life What a mess to make me sane Back down in this bed I’m chained Nurses needles prick the same All this fuss to fix my brain Back again, that mental pain That cuts into me— real knife What a mess to make me sane Trying to make me whole again Just...

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The hospital machine beeps, My knees weak, the walls are bleak. I'm bitting my cheek whilst the ward doors creak I can hear the children shriek, they look weak through a sneak peak. Explanations are oblique, These children will be me in a week. There's critique of technique for hell week; which is not for the weak. Streaks of blood, dizzy from drugs Staring...

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Diagnosis:stage 4 silence Treatment:a kinder world (one where racism doesn't exist) Cure:unknown Lifespan:1-5 years, if that Symptoms: ? a silenced voice ? being black ? loss of control over body autonomy ? racism ? microaggressions ? discrimination ? stolen childhood ? stolen innocence The cancerous silence had spread through her body She had tried to tell the doctors and nurses They called her dramatic With...

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Their fists were of furious intent, But backs were too aged and bent. It wasn't the seizing, But rather the wheezing, That both to the hospital sent....

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You had us doing hard labor no shade, not enough water Desert heat, 98 degrees I thought you were smarter. I did you a favor, got bruises and grief Cramp in my muscles You saw me as cheap. Money hunger yeah, it gets you places But this time? It led you to danger No cover, just a slab of cement Forty...

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the calm here is filled with your presence i feel your energy come over me as it lingers in the air i breathe and paints a warm smile upon my face i do not feel alone it's surreal how there is hovering that's tangible between the two dimensions meanwhile this still looks much like a processing plant but feels to me more like a...

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These stairs have wept a million tears walking from parking lot to hospital room Hearts travel them, to meet their worst fears Through shadows and shame, past years Blessed by the memoires who consume These stairs have wept a million tears With the music of a soul ringing in my ears There’s more love and grace than gloom Hearts travel them, to meet...

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NEW WAVE ASCENDS Workers waul at leaders sold who rush to airports cold in hospitals wan women wallow tattered children nothing to swallow ideals trickling through untilled soil will dreams and intentions expire before patient arthritic grandmothers tire softly rain filters Earth’s corners nourishing hills, herbs and mourners life follows death singing afresh surely New Wave ascends roaring freedom showers...

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SIX WOMEN PATIENTS Six broken women lay down to rest brown bodies all in a row six long stories to tell with jest six smiles with a million tears race around ward releasing fears just so Six windows uncurtained offers six sunny acacias buffered trolleys reel, pills and bottles steep surgeon makes his rounds with a nod six students...

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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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We come with fear upon our lips, With weary hands and trembling sight, Yet find within your fingertips A healing touch, a guiding light. Your voice is soft, your manner bright, A steady shore where you're light is bright, You turn the dark to morning white, And soothe the hearts that throb and ache. Kindness shapes the words you say, Compassion walks beside your...

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Five vials of hope before 2:55, An epinephrine Saturday feast After midday, preventing time to arrive Again, to stall the curse at least. The single drop of tear tells it all, I guess I've seen it coming. And it did, but very stealthily, the fall Disguised in serene eyes staring. Broken voices of 2:55 and hence A glass of water, a pat on the...

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In the hospital, the room so still A feeling of melancholy, my heart will feel the music of a story, told by the nurse who hears the whisper, a quiet curse warm tears bleed across the pages magazine leaves, in the early stages coloring the twilight in yesterday’s prayers the diagnosis, distant as a dream, repairs colored in grace, the stories, the pages silent...

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