Menopause Poems

Menopause

My brain is fried like eggs hot flashes 
Equally I get cold not so passive 
Nothing really I can’t handle nope
Onyx ceiling fan always blows so
Pushing my buttons not as hard
Ambition to play piano discard
Unanimously I feel more free
Simply because I no longer bleed
Everyday I choose to be happy

Applause for Menopause

I’m happy inside with applause 
Merrily close to menopause 
Even if I get warm like sun 
I’m so happy thinking soon it’ll be done 

No more killer cranberry cramps
No more pressing pads like stamps
No more birth control pills
No more nausea and feeling ill

So excited about the freeing of mind
From worry of planting babies times
That’s all

Turquoise Therapy

Hot then cold cold then hot
Peri menopause is that all you got
Frying my ovaries sunny side up
Serve them with cheese to fertile love

I get frisky then change my mind
I’m like whisky or unnamed wine
Not too ripe nor too young on vine
Still a bit spicy for red valentine

Looking inside I’m more mature
I’ve learn to glide past

Praying for Menopause

I invented a smile, when the water broke
beneath the pain of labour, joy found a hold
A gift, dearly worthy more than silver and gold

I dreamt a variation of futures with colour
Painting soft strokes on the canvas of prospects  
A distant future, seen through a microscopic scope of preconceived aspirations
My doctor, my lawyer, my teacher,

Here I Am

Following in the footsteps of a life I wish I had
To be somewhere
To be someone
To mean something
To someone

Following the mantra of a woman in despair
Don't be alone
Don't stay too long
Don't get to care
Don't hold on

But each day that brushes past me stops briefly 
just for a moment, to wipe a tear from my cheek and

October Clause

It's only October but I'm in despair
So I'm writing to old St Nick
My feet are up no care for my hair
In bedroom feeling quite sea sick

I know I'm very blessed today
Even if it's normal pink pain
Years roll on like a test of faith
I STILL bleed like I'm cutting vein.

I have to ask dear Santa Clause
To

A Woman's Lot

A Woman’s lot!

Not yet 50 - well nearly - but not yet!
But I would never have bet
That this would be the year
That would start to drive me to tears
And night sweats….and brain fog
That makes life at times a bit of a slog

Now, who in their right mind would invent
Menopause - someone obviously hell bent
on wanting

Menopause

I see dark light in the sun
I will kick you in the boll#cks if you say ‘hey hun’
I don’t know, so don’t fu#king ask!
My body seems to be in several parts
Emotionally I’m an exploding star
Don’t you dare tell me how you are
I feel mad, I feel insane!
Don’t push me or I will maim!
I can’t feel

Men a Pause

I wish to speak for the cause of women now in menopause.
I once heard a man joke or may be it was just a poke.
What really does this stage cause?
Do men now look but yet they pause?
I went thru it so long ago.
It's just a natural ebb and flow.
It causes some changes quite unknown.
I think

Menopause

Menopause uggg

Adam was given work for his sin
Eve was given the privilege to produce kin

Never once was menopause mentioned 
Who created this invention?

They say get an ablation, it’s the best thing since apple pie
You’ll stop bleeding and you don’t have to try 


What they don’t tell you is, it doesn’t always work 
But heck, the

Menopause Moment

MENOPAUSE MOMENT 

It comes on uninvited and it does not make you excited  
Heart flutters ensue  
To an almighty hue     
Of crimson red       
Lighting up your face and head 
Next comes the tsunami of sweat 
Accompanied by an almighty dread   
Will

Menopause

From birth to middle age
Tell tale signs sending us into a rage
Not knowing what to expect
Slowly approaching wondering what comes next

Hot flushes to mood swings
I wish someone would have told me these things
Trying to find a way to cope
Visits to the doctor for a glimmer of hope

Feelings of anxiety and despair
Searching for remedies it’s so

Mother Nature's Early Menopause

We forced her into menopause well ahead of her time.
Mother Nature’s prematurely changing and we’ll regret our crime.
We cut off her tresses that once bushed across her land,
polluted her oceans and soiled her golden sand.
Moody and unpredictable her volcanic eruptions flows,
fed a daily diet of plastics, pesticides and GMO’s.

We sweated out her edges and turned

Is It Hot In Here

IS IT HOT IN HERE?
I`m a physical, mental wreck, waiting for a beard
I have no sense of time, I`m definitely weird.
I`m peri-menopausal, go from blazing hot to cold,
I have wrinkles, bags, am fat, and very very old.
I sometimes find my my car keys in obscure places
I often forget names, while remembering certain faces.
I`m 50 shades

Peri Peri Menopause

                              doing the chicken dance
                 na na na na na

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