nurses are angels
the patients know that better.
happy nurses day!
I woke up ready to kick butt
Despite my case of bubble guts
Anesthesia my sensitive system affected
But next to me attention was directed
A woman who was in excruciating pain
Laughed at my jokes and asked my name
I ordered the nurses to serve us champagne
To ease our anxiety over the bill we’d gain
Checked in the hospital at 845
After searching for parking is a crime
When surgery is not until 1150
Jokes on us kids and not Walt Disney
The nurses said I was in a rush to leave
A good sign they said all yellow laughing
I wanted my phone but it wasn’t at hand
So I joked poked fun a mental happy dance
As they wheeled me away to get dressed
I turned to the lady in pain less depressed
She thanked me for being me eased her mind
I hope that her pain decreased in time
So poet friends I am stuck in the house
But only for a day then I can get out
Thanks for the prayers messages and thoughts
Positive I needed and you all delivered dear hearts
I also appreciate Poetry Soup
I live to write again thanks to YOU
NURSES
A caring heart beneath the shades of blue.
A calling so warm and true.
I solemnly pledge that I will do.
Guided hands are a gift from above.
A tie that anchors with
advocacy and love.
Those gentle touches that bring hope and life.
With fate,
Darkness gives way to light.
The faithful heart is beneath the endless care.
The strength is laid,
continually, that no one can dare.
With God's grace,
The warm smile is always there.
Written by: Rosey RMV
03 August 2025
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 wanting to die
Intrusive thoughts from deep hell
Kept me lost and so very unwell
I was a boat without a sail
Within my mind in a prison cell
Lost many months in a ward
Though so sick poetry still soared
God used doctors nurses to save
A crazy little poet from herself that day
Nurses
Most aspire nurses
to achieve more out of life.
Nowhere does caring invoke the spirit.
But time shapes your world its way,
sometimes silencing your hustle.
It’s like no other profession.
You become a proficient whisperer
piercing into the hearts of others,
not realizing you also have one.
these are acts of infinite morality
guiding you to the best of the next life.
Your resilience has no comparison.
Your hands, an unselfish spontaneous radiance.
Your smile radiates a refreshing chaste blessing.
Your tears, pure like dew drops from heaven.
Your eyes,
oh! your eyes
they siphon into our soul -
they are the voices of God.
Heaven is smiles on you.
©Al Juman The "Said" Poet 12 /2021
NURSES
Tell me this question nurse
Describe how you ever see me
A wrinkly old fuss pot woman
At the grand old age of 93
You wash and you dress me
You feed each one of us
Its your job but i hear you moan
When one of us makes a fuss.
I'll tell you all about my life
Right where do you want me to start
Sit down now i'm ready to begin
It's all about me straight from the heart
Iwas born in them war days
My father he was killed there
My Mother worked as hard as she could
She fed us all and made us pray.
Married at a very young age
Yes at the age of twenty two
My mother was not very happy
I was pregnant what could i do
Seven children altogether
It was hard in them days
My kids had to go to work
To pay for their own ways
My husband sadly passed away
Seventy two when he died
I still hold our moments
Safely locked inside
Children lives of their own
Don't bother to see me no more
But not one minute passes
When i hope to see them at the door
That's all about me now
I'm feeling tired ready for bed
Please can you aid me nurse
To rest my weary head.
Today I’m thankful for nurses and the comfort and joy they spread
how in our life they are necessary…
essential…
needed…
And I hope they understand as Ralph Waldo Emerson said:
To know even one life has been made easier because you have lived…
means…
you
have succeeded….
Eat, work, eat, repeat.
That is what we do but sleep.
Eat, work, eat, repeat.
That is what we do to keep.
Eat, sleep, eat, drive.
That is what we do but thrive.
Eat, sleep, eat, drive.
That is what we do to survive.
Drive, stop, drive, splurge.
That is what we do but burst.
Drive, stop, drive, splurge.
That is life just for a nurse.
A man in green overall
With a green walking stick
Was near the green garden.
A green bird on the tree saw
A green snake in the green garden,
And sung to warn the man
about the danger.
A man was clueless about
the green snake which was near him.
The man in green overall lifted up his eyes
and saw the green bird singing in dancing.
The green snake from
The green garden attacked
And bit the man in green overall.
He hit the green snake with
That green walking stick.
The man in green overall suffered from
snake's poison and set on the piece of tree.
The green snake kicked the bucket
And the green walking stick broke.
An other man in black overall passing by there , found him in pains and rushed with him to the hospital.
The nurses in white overalls inteverned quickly.
The man in green overall recovered ,
And regretted to lose his green walking stick.
The green bird ate the dead green snake.
March 09/2023
By Alfonso Warally Ngengethe Mussabwa Chris
Chet was thrilled to be sent to Kanas City Mercy Hospital East
He had been told the food was great, hot bread made of yeast.
Their desserts are delicious, and their nurses are svelte and fine.
He could barely wait to have them look at his sore back behind.
He was all ready to have his fine tushy looked at by a queen.
He had heard their skin was super soft, and their attitudes keen.
Nurse Z arrived, carrying a syringe bigger than his grandpa Dean.
Chet jumped off his bed, ran down the hall, from then never seen.
The clock on the wall is relentless
It keeps moving forward never ceases
Time's getting short
More love to export
Unaware of time surrounded by nurses
"... let not your hands be weak, for your work shall be rewarded. "
2 Chronicles 15:7
nurses nurture- nascent nameless necessary for needs* nourish souls ...
___________________
May 11, 2022
Poetry/Monoku/nurses Nurture
Copyright Protected, ID 05-1454-605-11
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest Work Perspective Monoku
sponsor, Beata Augustin, Judged 05/22/2022
First Place
She roams the halls at night,
Taking care of us.
She is only but a nurse,
But she is an angel,
She is a hero.
She has those kind eyes,
A special touch,
A golden smile,
And she is the keeper of our hearts.
The moon protects her,
The sun welcomes her while hiding her halo,
For those of us who are not privileged,
To know of her superpower.
She is the Goddess of Good Health,
Many call her Hygeia,
But we simply call her nurse.
She heals us,
She cures some,
She loses a few,
And it breaks her heart....
So this is why all nurses roam the Halls.
A nurse saunters by
wearing all black
even black nursing shoes
I never saw that before
The ones with super hero scrubs work with children.
But which patients does she work with?
Do they think of her as a real nurse not wearing white?
Questions to ponder as I see masked bandits
enter in and out of doctor’s offices, sharing this germy common room.
no tourist dolphins
pelicans of sacrifice
they die curing ills
07 October 2021
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