Outpatient Poems - Poems about Outpatient

...Courageous men and women wear scrubs, masks, white gloves, and black net caps. They, too, eat their meals from plastic tubs, what's left over from supper scraps? At night, their bo......

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...[I got approved today for another procedure In the old days, a procedure was a surgery, Nowadays the insurance company approves It’s something akin to commercial burglary!] A surger......

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...On the outpatient floor Where you fill out the forms, We joined masked people, distanced, All following norms. With the paperwork done, You’d sit down until paged But the person behind us W......

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...It’s outpatient surgery and she’s running late trying to catch a spider in the kitchen sink. Wants to carry it outside before her boyfriend wakes and crushes it. Then she has a long driv......

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...That mad doctor wants to rip me open, head to toe, I just know it! His scalpel is sharpened and hungry for a slice of flesh; it thirsts for blood. "Just a 'nick'", he tries to soothe, cooing me as ......

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...January 8th, I am guessing. It is a Friday. No. It is Saturday, as midnight has already passed. I have been trapped inside myself. How long? It’s been an outpatient process. Some days I am lo......

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...How quickly vanity will undo a man sitting in an outpatient ward, his, no minor ills yet feeling worse for the treatment than its need. Aware the ticking of the clock, exchange of amiable w......

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...Sometimes I wonder if I use poetry as a crutch To my emotions broken limbs As if poetry is an outpatient outlet for my informative formalities Passive aggressive tendencies Rhyme disease My apol......

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...Look at the Icicle. It forms- An ugly mass drooping from a cragged rock, the water hardening before it has sufficient time to d r i p I've heard them called things of beauty by others, a......

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...ah me. today just a sad faced mutt. The autumn sky above me is a deep gray. Hanging like a wet rag, its watching me in every which way. Wish i could reach beyond this expanse that encompasses ......

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