Short Nurses Poems
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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
Hope is the healer that nurses our ailing dreams back to health!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
05 August 2019
dying grandfather
child of hot rods and whiskey
unsure bellowing at nurses
defines a life of loudness,
cargiving and alcoholism
I'm not trying to take away from or add to eithers appeal,
but in the medical community, doctors diagnose but it is the nurses who heal.
in my arms at last
she had that newborn smell
we named her Angela
straight from heaven
I smelled freshly-baked bread.
Nurses brought me lunch!
Pretty Purses Can Be Curses
Appears that pretty purses,
In many ways can be curses;
Message sent;
To be meant,
On all of the naughty nurses.
Jim Horn
They make them fast, so why not speed
there not coming last, it’s what they need
Nurses fix a cast, to stop them bleed
let’s have a blast, at what they greed
Written on July 23, 2012
As the doctors and nurses begin their day,
The cricket chirps resonate
Throughout the hallway;
as if they own all of the luck in the place.
As nurses hurry to their shifts
and a lady in a wheelchair waits at curbside,
we sit together among blossoming trees
in this spot of sun
between hospital and home.
Odds are indisputably in our favor
But for those who are starting to waiver
Keep the faith
Keep a happy face
Time heals, thanks to nurses and doctors
The clock on the wall is relentless
It keeps moving forward never ceases
Time's getting short
More love to export
Unaware of time surrounded by nurses
The Clinic
A faint echo
Of a scream
He had been
Absorbed by
The routine
Of the hospital
White coated
Doctors
Nurses in white
Uniforms
And cleaners in blue
The tumultuous pain needing release
Sending chimes upon my brain increase
Insidious beeping
And always creeping…
Of nurses--shoving needles on my crease
Russell Sivey
Moral decay
Night nurses prey or pay
Dressed in white or gray
Black and dark night fay
Freezing hot they fey
Heavy duty they lay
Gone to make hay
While sun slay
The OB doctor had feverishly yelled orders in vain
only the nurses trying to save the last triplet remain
Laboring mom in agony trying to cope
Her heart bleeding love without hope
doctor barely glances at patient
nurses take the most time with her
poking and prodding needles
patient treated like meat
hospital visit
cold stark ugly
in stage four
cancer
sad
Need some medical care?
Nurses will care for you
Needles for injections
Next the thermometer
Need to check for fever
Ninety eight point six?..good
Now do you feel better?
4/29/17
Watch you, watch me, take care of me so well.
Walk heal is your first goal bold goal to end.
Would harm, it's threat stop you, pause you, from bell?
Thank you all you'll, much love, be safe in wind.
to sail your tiny vessel, upon such giant seas
when every wind or frothy spray
may bring you to your knees
with kin to cunning and
the courage of a lion
we applaud you
everyday
for even
tryin’
My funny bone helps me enjoy my time on earth
The docs and nurses cracked up witnessing my birth
No extra talent
Just a bit unbalanced
So happy to possess this gene called “merry mirth”
Trump's "Them against Us" is a curse
Which only has made matters worse
As violence rules
In churches and schools
With patients attacking their nurse!*
*65% of nurses reported attacks
last year
In the history of medical achievement
There's never been a cure for creating giggles so frequent
Tried pills and radiation
A six-hour operation
Came out making all the nurses needing treatment
Can't say that I've missed it, well maybe I have
Especially the nurses, but never ogle their ass
Just their beautiful faces
Below the neck, nothing phases
Only interested in faces, wait... why do you laugh?
Can't say that I've missed it, well maybe I have
Especially the nurses, but never ogle their ass
Just their beautiful faces
Below the neck, nothing phases
Only interested in faces, wait... why do you laugh?
There once was a banker from Britain
Who sat on a snake and was bitten
But his assets were apprised
To have quadrupled in size
While attending nurses were smitten!
Timothy I. Brumley