Patient Poems - Poems about Patient

KARMA

Karma that patient gangster 
Very slow in action 
But never fails to repay 
Creeps into your life
Paying in double all your deeds 
After replaying all your acts
Karma is just like a seed well planted in a good soil, it always germinates.

Karma the avenger 
Rewarding your deeds accordingly 
Either good or bad
The seeds you sowed 
That's

The Patient at 9

His hands are trembling, his gait a shuffle, sometimes his voice is no more than a muffle.
His balance is off, he’s had many falls, sometimes to begin walking, there’s several stalls.
Some days are good, others are fair; some days it seems like his mind is hardly there.
He’s so optimistic, despite his condition; to help him

My Son

MY SON

In the middle of the City stands a tall gum tree
With a trunk so bright reaching out to Yeah

Jacaranda nearby looking up at me
Yet I stand tall and proud for the world to see

Sun sets on my trunk at the end of the day
Trials Tribulations, I have a lot to say

Don’t mean no harm

Patient wait, I fight my fate

why cant i disconnect when i stop having fun,
leave this server and find a new one,
I know we never ask to play,
but still im begging anyway,
I’m sick and tired of this game,
and struggle hiding my disdain,
for still having to entertain,
these words inscribed inside my brain,
written red, its better than
the awful things i’d do instead,
so here

Death Is Vain And Proud And Sometimes Impatient

O Death, thou art so vain, so proud, so cold,
Thou takest pride in what thy hands hath wrought,
Yet what thou reapest is but dust and mold,
For all thy power, thou canst not hold a thought.

Thou smil'st when kings do bow to thy dark reign,
But what is wealth when all is laid to waste?
Thy blade is

The Silent Patient

In the dark where echoes fade,
She guards her truth, a vow unsaid.
Her lips are sealed, her eyes see far,
A secret buried a burning scar.

In stillness, she whispers night,
A silent plea in muted light.
The world may ask, but none will know,
The pain she hides, the silent woe.
In silence, strength, a quiet flame,
The patient waits, without a

Lillian

Lillian's Echo
Lillian’s Echo

In the dayroom’s dim embrace, Lillian sat—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 as an adult onto Brooklyn’s unforgiving streets. There, she tasted the

THE SUN SEES AND THE MOON WATCHES

The Sun WATCHES at Dawn... Day by day! The Moon SEES in the Dark... Night by night. The Sun WATCHES and The Moon SEES and take note, of all the dealings of all creatures here on earth. Waiting to repay all deeds done at dawn and even in the dark,in doubled forms. The Sun always

Be Patient and Hopeful

Be patient and hopeful, I hear my Savior say.
Your sins and your burdens, I will cast them from thee.
Your sins are forgiven, and my grace is free.
Now walk in my footsteps and follow me.
My yoke is easy, and my burdens are light.
Your sins are forgiven, my child, and you are free.
I am your Savior, and

What Does It Mean To Be Man

What does it mean to be man?

To wake up every day, 
and know you have to pray...
just to be alive.

To find another plan,
and convince yourself you can...
and to strive.

	What does it mean to be man,
		When living is for dying,
	And you are dying just to live...
		dear Lord, please help me understand... 
	Oh, please help me understand!
		What

Patients and Patience

They take that patient on that trolley.
Echoes bounce from that corridor,
from talk, from footsteps, from that wall -
and from that misery.

That misery is a mystery
for the guy on that trolley.
He hears that chat, those echoes
from those walls, those footsteps.

He also knows what happened
back at home, with that partner,
that fight, that punch, that grief.
That welcome trolley

Patient Denies

The doctor was one I’d not met.
Her thoughts about treatments were set.
I didn’t agree
So her questions to me
Were the kind I would rather forget.

But the one thing that I did surmise
Was that she was convinced I told lies
For when I answered “No”
To some queries she’d throw
Her report stated, “Patient denies.”

What most bothered me, reading her

Night

Night
Dark, Soft
Chirping, Stagnating, Calming
Liminal Spaces Comfort Me
3 A.M.

Heal Thyself O Patient - V

Debate also should rage if doctors know 
The mystery that human body is: 
It takes two hundred muscles, all on go 
To take but one baby step with some ease, 
Body veins stretched, end to end were to ply, 
Two rounds around Earth’s bosom well are made, 
Body cells in millions when daily die, 
An

Heal Thyself O Patient - IV

In prison, and bereft of all defence,
But my Healer, graver than ever ere, 
Swirls his chair round, yon of window to stare 
As if to get inspired from Providence. 
More of a dumb than mute, I curse my fate, 
But happy he feels that it’s my left hand, 
We’ll amputate it if we cannot mend,

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