Short Hospital Poems

Short Hospital Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Hospital by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Hospital by length and keyword.


Free Like Blood

A bill from the hospital that saved his life
Took it with a self-harm artery slice.

I wish money flowed free like blood.


No Escape

You can't run away from the ashes
  —as their memory burns from within

(June, 2020: University Of Pennsylvania Hospital)

Premium Member The State of the Species

   58% of hospital infections
     preventable by washing hands

   What does this tell us
     about 21st-century man
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Loud Iv

Loud
I.V.
Drip drip drip
Nurses wake me up
Tell me about sleep 
Important too
Now I’m up
Wide awake
Bleep bleep
Loud
Form: Ninette

Premium Member Happy Anniversary To Me

Happy anniversary to me
Happy anniversary to me
Happy anniversary to dear me in the hospital again
Happy anniversary to me!


Sled-Iamante

hillside
cold, white
snowing, running, sledding
ice, plastic, bone, blood,
thawing, melting, flowing
warm, red,
hospital
Form: Diamante

I Feel To Vomit

I feel to vomit
Rushed to the hospital 
The output is full of blood
But it is a rare group
Not of mine 
The same group of our Mayor

Surgery

She waits all alone Not certain what will happen Hospital awaits
By: Misty Leccese © November 18, 2010
Form: Senryu

Dark Powers

Dark power causes illness
Patient pays medical bills
God heals the sickness
Hospital staff  is praised
But Doctor eats the money

Premium Member rumor

rumor was she smacked him over head with a skillet
last week he was sent to hospital with a concussion
had the prophecy come true?

Premium Member Hospice

I walk down this street
Away from the hospital;
Last place where we meet.
None of us held true avail
Over how God would greet you.
Form: Tanka

Ten

One, two, three,
Look at the tubes sticking in me.
Four, five, six,
Nothing can be fixed.
Seven, eight, nine,
Now I am dying.
Ten.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Kids will be kids

Started off with climbing tree.
Rush to hospital to pump wee stomach.
Evidence on cherry stained t-shirt.



Wordku: 5-7-5 words
Form: Other

Believe It Or Ignore

Hospital is swimming pool
Physicians the rescue crew
Medical form, death warrant
Medicine, magic life jacket
But rescue-team also drown

Nurse Linda Hand

My hospital bed is surprising
It goes up and down exercising
The bed pan stays still
But the contents spill
All over an organ downsizing!
Form: Limerick

When I Visited a Seriously Ill Friend At the Hospital

Can you stay with me awhile?
Please don't leave, at least not yet,
There's some things I should tell you
They've been too long left unsaid.
© Jim Wilson  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Quatrain

Premium Member Sweetheart Hospitalized Again

  Dear Poets ..

My wife is back in hospital very ill.

Please pray for her.

I do not want to lose my Sweetheart.

Thank you all.

Ron 
sad
Form: Bio

Premium Member He can only hope

He looks through hospital doors.
The sun the sky the trees await.
He releases a deep breath.



Wordku: 5-7-5 words

AP: 1st place 2026
Form: Other

Heart Check

Invited to an American President,

An European Doctor,

To a hospital painted in red,

Not to check his heart,

But to check he has one!

Mustard and Biscuits

Ode to Sling Blade

 Mustard and biscuits
   sleeping alone in the shed
     what is family


       GINSU - KNIFE   EASTPORT , MAINE  USA
Form: Haiku

Hoss Spital

Whilst the doctors discussed her fate
Her belly inflated with hate
Flat out on a gurney
For one final journey
From hospital food that she ate
Form: Limerick

Spread 'Em Joy Not Omicron

Media mush call Omicron "mild"
But its victims are not so beguiled
An hospital bed
Puts them in the red
And spoils Christmas for many a child!
Form: Limerick

Did Bloom Than Sealed Doom

he did seal his doom
trump idiot who will bloom
had been room to room

have heard about
like in hospital on call
he never does stall

Jim Horn
© James Horn  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Haiku

De-Billitation

There once was a patient named Phil,
A tough one the doc couldn't kill.
He left the hospital
As fit as a fiddle
But croaked when he opened the bill.
© John Shuck  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Limerick

Premium Member The Aged Combatants

Their fists were of furious intent,
But backs were too aged and bent.
It wasn't the seizing,
But rather the wheezing,
That both to the hospital sent.
Form: Limerick

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