Nursing Poems - Poems about Nursing

Demanding schedule, Shadows lengthen in the quiet hours. Everyone pushing pens, crumpled papers in bins, Mistakes made, restarts with no end. Demands unmet, demands that are too much, Yet the heart still whispers dreams of peace. Desperately seeking solace in the stillness of the night, Navigating nightmares in Teams meetings, Seeking calm amidst the digital storm. And wondering what the hell people actually do...

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Lillian’s Echo Lillian sat in the dayroom’s dim embrace—a survivor etched in time. The air clung to stories, whispered secrets, and the lingering scent of suffering. She, the one-character legend, spun her tales—prose blabber, raw and unfiltered. Born into the system’s cold arms, Lillian emerged onto Brooklyn’s unforgiving streets as an adult. There, she tasted the bitter...

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Juvenility meets senility Childlike to childish formality Nursing home abnormality Inmates extend hospitality I run as if they have a malady...

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Old men sit in wheelchair drool...

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When I was younger, days moved softly, an endless waltz of hours beneath the cherry blossoms where I walked alone, convincing myself that solitude was sweet, that love was for the others. My footsteps in the fall, crisp and solitary, echoed through halls of laughter I dared not enter. ...

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that call, a face porcelain pressed against glass and dead eyes wrought from an attic room watching us her name badge was irrelevant “No, those top rooms are not used, full of junk and all locked up” yet the face watched us leave; into the further ghosts ...

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Silent but Deadly (Written 2014) In the heart of the nursing home where old folks stay, Lived Erasmus, a man twinkling in twilight's array. With a glimmer that danced in his mischievous eyes, He concocted a plan to bring great surprise. Not a prankster by trade, but a jester at heart, He perfected an art that set him apart. With a silent...

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Panagiota and The Autopsy An autopsy, I found, educational to the max! Those sacred, holy,human body parts, being removed part by part. Weighed on a scale, as if in a large supermart? Really, truly, after all our human snickering and politicking? Is this who we...

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I await sweet Annabelle as I rest in this lonely bower. I yearn to hear her angel voice and feel her healing power. Others come and others go in times I'm given to folly, like buxom Jenny Ramsbottom and then there's fulsome Molly. Sometime I forget their names, it's so hard to keep a tally. Some bore with their chitter-chat, especially one named Sally. I sometime wish...

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"How hard can it be?" she may ask Before she warms up to the task "It isn't a toy," Sighs the patient boy, "Think of it as an handy flask!"...

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Naomi has seen this sight many times before She knows Mrs. Bee will be gone in two days If not before She makes her as comfortable as she can The doctor comes in; he takes the lady’s hand Attempts to speak with her Naomi busies herself cleaning up the room What do you think? The doctor asks the nurse Her name is...

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On the way to the nursing home, we pass many beautiful sights. So many homes with pleasant yards, lawns, and flowers that delight. After so many days of rain then a little break, green everywhere abounds. kudzu wraps up trees grows rapidly reaches road.... goats needed to dine Several homeplaces have clear-cut trees so that the area looks...

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....On Receiving my Nursing Cap...... On the shores of Lake Michigan, I bowed my head, and received my nursing cap. At Madonna de LaStrada Chapel, long before the days there was a life overcome with Apps! In those days we wore uniforms, white stockings and white shoes. Rules were strict, there was no " dress as you like" loose...

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Once there was a nursing home man called Fred, at night he was found in an old gals bed; with a great big happy smile, his pajamas in a pile; when questioned- "THIS is my dead wife" he said ! ________________________________ August 27, 2020 (Repost from 2019) Poetry/Limerick/nursing home FRED Copyright Protected, ID 20-1281-737-03 All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La France Submitted into the contest,...

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Old men sit in wheelchairs, drool warehouses for people...

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