Patients Poems - Poems about Patients

SIX WOMEN PATIENTS

   SIX WOMEN PATIENTS 

Six broken women lay down to rest
brown bodies all in a row
six long stories to tell with jest
six smiles with a million tears
race around ward releasing fears 
just so

Six windows uncurtained offers 
six sunny acacias buffered 
trolleys reel, pills and bottles steep
surgeon makes his rounds with a nod
six students

Psalms 23 Patients’ Edition

The Lord is my physician.
I won’t be sickly.
He helps me to get my rest and much-needed sleep.
He gives me exercises to do;
He makes me stronger.
He instructs me on the best supplements 
for my health’s sake.
Even though my food and environment are filled with toxins,
I will feel safe
because I trust in You.
Your wisdom and Your remedies

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

Black Doctor Loved By White Patients

The white know blacks who used a lantern:
Kazeem: Ray Hospital’s New Intern;
By female admirers surrounded,
I kept gazing at him astounded…

As he saw patients went down complaints,
Quick releases from Hell, no more faints!
Rather, a houseman like placebo;
Not all the time his arrows found bow:
Thus, Black Doctor white patients just want,
 To the other Black Stethoscopes “Don’t!”

Might

Without Fear

No one knows of the great plans I have for you, spoken by our great creator.
When living in the spirit, your wildest dreams will come true much sooner than later.
The virtue of patients is fleeting in a world of must-haves now.
Windfall fortunes are prayed for yet it is like getting the milk before the cow.

Our

The Greatest Gift

It has been said that life can turn on a dime,
with patients and perseverance,
I know that it's just about my time.

Many people procrastinate as they sit
and wait for their ship to come in.
I see sails on the horizon, so into life's
ocean, I dive, and out to my ship I swim.

I shall rely solely on faith

The Great Conjunction

I have searched through boundless plains, oceans, and grassland of flowers and wheat.
All this awesome splendor has been created and decreed for the masses, from His and Her mercy seat.
I have scanned these vast ever-growing, complex, and ever-increasing, expanding domains.
I am a bright morning star and share the light of love and pray for all

Patients Ticking Life-

Like death toll the ticking of the clock
Second-hand tocs
To the silence riffs
In a physicians examination room
The switching the wall calls down
Electric flow ticking away patients
Tic tic tic seconds waiting breathe
If one is afraid to wait until death

8/11/21
Written by James Edward Lee Sr 2021©

Two Dementia Patients Share the Memory of Water

Two glasses of water
wait to be touched by hands and lips.

The water itself remembers the taste 
of Fixodent, the salty funk
of being swallowed into a body
so blind to itself
that thoughts have dimmed to patches
of slowly shuttering lights.
It is then that the water is their memory
it is then that the water can drink them.

The water also

Sick Patients Living and Care Givers Giving

Life itself sometimes begins at the "End"? Life always has a beginning,and I am not certain about how "Life itself" will "End".Will you hold on to your "Life" that you have now to invigorate,and inspire the desire that the love gives so that you can live again,regardless of the condition that we sometimes find ourselves

Patience Patients

Take life for every minute it gives
Spend time like dust specks gathered
Free your mind off taunted shadowed thoughts
Clean the mind unfurl coiled negative energy

Walk equipoised trumping rooted darkness
Rejuvinate coarse emotions thrusting chuffs
Run a mile and count the escalations
Forgo the tumbles and stand chin up.

Patients Have No Say

bitter medicine
                                         over the skin covers sweet
        

Among Patients

Among patients, rude and peaceful,
	Are born;
	Singing a rare song.
	Off in your alive moment as spring,
All things are singing and growing!

	It makes no difference
As you are: stone over storm I go.
Because these things I accept on land of peace.

	To think about all is one response what given you!
But different virtu, and specific fly all people's hearts

Patients

The clock ticks...
Faster & faster
Time flyes by,
How long must I wait?

The hour hand hits the seven,
It make me cry.
My face is flushed and hot,
Theres a knock at the door.

Who can it be? 
I try to fix myself up.
My heart is pounding.
Will you notice my unhappiness?
Can it be?

Happiness, Love, Questions but honesty.
Everythings all right!

10/14/81

Patients Dilemma

Its breakfast time 
On ward B1
Wonder what they have
To fill our tum.

Cereals or porridge
He says without a smile
Croissant today
No toast for a mile

So croissants we have
With butter qnd stuff
Ate them with gusto
Is one enough?

But why oh why
Do the crumbs always fall
Into our beds
Our nighties as well

They make us itch
As though we have fleas
But if they say

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