Short Operating Room Poems
Short Operating Room Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Operating Room by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Operating Room by length and keyword.
In the middle of the new surgeon's lunch
OR experienced a patient crunch --
Doc set aside his meal
Growled, What a lousy deal --
Removed a liver from which he could munch
Categories:
operating room, body, food,
Form:
Limerick
If I was in an operating room
It would be fair to say
Somebody would tell me
Have faith in God and pray.
But why rely on an invisible friend
To help and save my life
When it’s a surgeon standing over me
Holding the ruddy knife?
Categories:
operating room, faith, life, satire,
Form:
Verse
Operating room. From under the table- "Meow!"
The surgeon kicked the cat- with a gently stroke.
The cat start begging much more loud.
The surgeon said- "Well. Take it. Choke!"
He cut off something and threw it on the ground,
The cat gobbled it and pleased, at once went out.
Categories:
operating room, cat, funny,
Form:
Verse
A yellow-toothed moon
primps in the mirror
of Mid-western ponds.
Cats
snake in and out
of red-faced barns
gone mad.
In Kansas-land...
in the operating room
of your dreams,
morning comes
dawn-drawn
by six gold stallions
half-stepping
toward eternity.
Categories:
operating room, angst, animals, imagination, visionary, , western,
Form:
Free verse
Emotion has no place in the operating room, emotion cost lives.
Every time emotion comes into play, patients needlessly die.
In the operating room I am an emotionless machine.
I have a success rate that no neurosurgeon has ever seen,
and when I return home, I continue to be,
this total void of emotion human being.
I am a functioning psychopath,
pushed by my environment towards a direction of a positive path.
Categories:
operating room, emotions,
Form:
Rhyme
These blatant lives poets lead
with their guts hanging out,
gore hid between beautiful words.
I remember (after the failed surgery),
when guts spilled out of my actual body;
that unwinding of blank verse uncoiling
in a slow slime of sincerity.
The hectic rush to the operating room again,
the gurney screeching on polished floors,
guts still leaking from under a latex glove.
A poem revealing itself,
speaking beautifully at last.
Categories:
operating room, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
my out of body experience
has'nt happened yet
i'm still waiting for the moment
when my soul will leave this flesh
i don't want it in an operating room
where for a space my heart will stop beatin
i just want to go to a place
where life stops repeaten
i don't need an experience
of my soul goin to hell
Jesus is my savior
and i know this very well
but if God should need a prophet
someone His truth to tell
then take my soul to that place
and return it to it's shell
Categories:
operating room, adventure,
Form:
Quatrain