Stethoscope Poems | Examples

A World Obsessed with Technology

       A world obsessed with technology
           leads mankind to dismiss teleology

       God has not been found by telescopes ~
           I’d suggest they try a stethoscope

Plagued By Memories

Everywhere I turn,
a new memory visits—
a simple hair tie
sitting beside the hair clip
in the medicine cabinet.
A Bright Eyes t-shirt still lays at the bottom of the laundry basket.
The blue nursing uniform, and the pink stethoscope—marked with the initials “K.C.”—
a treasure,
a marking of a calling so great.

The letter from the hospital offering a placement
to a young, bright-eyed nursing graduate…
the “thank you,” and “love still lives here”—
a memoriam to a young life gone too soon.

A pink baby blanket, catching my tears,
lays by my side—
a comfort,
a promise
that was once a new beginning.

A gallery of pictures keeps your memory alive.
Plagued by memories of yesterday
when you were here with me.

Thank you for those memories
that will carry me forward—
until we meet again
in the big blue sky,
where every day I will hold you,
and the memory of the pain of losing you
will no longer torment me,
but will be a distant dream of a life
millions of miles away—
where my days were spent plagued by memories of you.

Everywhere I look,
you stare back at me—
a mini me,
gone too soon.

Guardians In White

With healing hands and hearts so bright,
They stand for us in darkest night.
Through trials fierce and battles long,
Their courage sings a steadfast song.

In sterile halls where pain resides,
They fight for life on shifting tides.
Through weary eyes and sleepless calls,
They answer when the helpless falls.

A stethoscope, their mighty sword,
A voice of hope, their true reward.
They mend the wounds, they ease the pain,
Yet seldom do they once complain.

On this day, we bow in grace,
To those who heal, to those who chase
The specter dark of death away,
And gift us yet another day.

So let us cheer, let us proclaim,
The ones who serve in love’s pure name.
For doctors stand, through thick and thin—
A world of hope, because of them.

Happy World Doctors' Day!

Untitled

there was a young surgeon named Bob
who learned his craft on the job
on a post op exam
with stethoscope in hand
realized where he left his Swiss watch and fob

I am not a preacher

I am not a preacher!
I am not a preacher 
Who preaches love and kindness
But when my pen and paper collide
They leave no stone unturned
And no life unchanged.

I am not a doctor 
With a stethoscope dangling in the neck
But when words runs through my fingertips
They mend broken hearts 
And heal wounded souls.

I am not a sergeant 
With a badge of dazzling stars
I am not a soldier
With a precarious weapon on the shoulder
But a pen that scribes in bold
Let there be peace

I am not a pilot 
But let the young men and women
Be inspired to fly high
For the only limit is the sky

I am not a preacher,
I say l am not a preacher
But l shall speak to the discourteous world
The ethos of life.

Christmas Gift Ideas, Maybe?

Some gifts were great for yesteryear
But with a face lift they can reappear
Like that good old soap on a rope
Can now be: may I have the envelope

When cleaning below the ship’s deck
Now you don’t need to break your neck
Buy a mini submarine with soap
On a periscope

If your pet lion has bad breath
Don’t worry yourself to death
Now you can treat it with soap
On an antelope

A word of warning for new age fans
Even though it is in the soap plans
I would never take a chance with soap
On a cantaloupe

But if your foolish brother is
Never minding his own darn biz
Wipe him out of your way with soap
On a dope

If your friend’s health is on the rocks
Show him or her how to detox
Starting with the improved soap
On a stethoscope

A great gift to open a kid’s eyes
To be able to enjoy the skies
Is to buy them that neat’o soap
On a telescope

Lastly, for those who are pessimistic
And are in need of some optimistic
Grant their X-mas wish with soap
On a hope.

Prepared To Make Mistakes

We all have our views on the subject. A military officer 
on hearing I was pregnant asked me to consider having
an abortion. I know a young woman, the doctors told
her mom, that with her condition, she needed to be aborted.
She was not and is perfect with a beautiful family.

PREPARED TO MAKE MISTAKES

You saw baby bouncing on your knee
and the gifts the neighbors bring.
Blue and pink were twins,
the sparkle in your eyes
at graduation
and surprise they were there for you
at your end of days.
You smiled
as each smoothed your hair,
kissed you on the cheek.
You’d surely die
then think,
regretting dying before you drink
of their beauty,
as they wait in utero
dreaming of a mom
who’d care for them
   as she discusses their fate
with a stethoscope clad
impartial lad,
who has no stake,
who’s prepared
to make mistakes
blue and pink balloons
could pop
on a pin drop,
with no bounce,
no degree,
added to a pile of debris.

5/11/2022

Notional Health Service

[What should one do in the face of startling negligence, disguised as incompetence? I know… replace your ink with vengeance and write blood curdling verses. 

What should one do if Jail isn’t on your must do list? I know… tear up version one and write a namby pamby version that won’t get anyone fired but will preserve your liberty.

What follows is version two…]


A doctor had mush for a brain
He leaped right in front of a train
When he dropped his mack
He jumped on the track
His trousers developed a stain 

His competence seems to be waning
Don’t ring up intent on complaining 
For it’s quite widely known
He can’t answer a phone
For that wasn’t part of his training

He’s so blind he barely can cope
I gave him a new stethoscope
But I giggled because
He could not see it was
A sink plunger tied to a rope

But I got the shock of my life 
The nutter’s at loose with a knife
That incompetent clown 
In a surgical gown
Is getting to work on my wife

And now I’m so thoroughly fed up
Though I proudly walk with my head up
I’d do it again
For I drove the train
But some say I shouldn’t have sped up

Pediatric Nurse

roses and rainbows
unicorns and uniforms
lanyards covered with teddy bears and hearts
everything sunny and happy here
until the pretty pediatric nurse takes out her stethoscope
When all hell breaks loose

Ding Dong the Bells Are Gonna Chime

[Loosely to the beat of the U.S. Navy
Seals Cadence ‘I Don’t Know But
I’ve Been Told’]



Cop who tapped on my window
Can’t park there bud, off you go
Said my dress sense wasn’t good
I explained as best I could 

I don’t know where I came from
Why I’ve got no trousers on
Don’t know if I’ve been here long
Why I’m wearing this pink thong

I’m all tied up in this car
Strapped into this peephole bra
Need to get home really quick
And wipe off this red lipstick

Can you please untie this rope
This is not my stethoscope
Sir, I must be on my way
For I’m getting wed today

Copper said you might have guessed
You are now under arrest 
Thought I’d end up in the can
But that cop was my best man

It Was a Good Morning Until

It was a good morning until I got out of bed.
Walked into the bathroom and hit my head.
Slipped in the shower because I dropped the soap.
If you think it got better, the answer is nope.
I put on my uniform, grabbed my badge and my purse.
Could not find my stethoscope. I am a nurse.
My first patient was home but didn’t let me come in.
She had decided to choose another company again.
My car overheated which of course made me late.
The next patient I visited was completely irate. 
This would not happen to me again the next morning.
I hit the snooze button twice, closed my eyes, and kept snoring.
                                    02/14/2021

Written for It Was A Good Morning Until… Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Tania Kitchin

Burst, Supernova

You don’t have me where you want me
You want to pull me in
Will I ever be free
Or will the madness win

I burst in the night
Away from sight
Nobody knows
How far I ignite
Across the sky
Supernova
Do you know her?

If you truly want to see
Bring a telescope
If you can’t handle being out of reach
Bring a stethoscope

Hearts, racing, galaxies collide
The next Big Bang
Conquer the divide
Souls, shaking, system override
This is the real thing
We cannot deny

I burst in the night
Away from sight
Nobody knows
How far I ignite
Across the sky

Supernova
Do you know her?

She’s a supernova
Do you know her?

The Final Hour

The final hour

He was as pale as a corpse floating in an icy Nordic sea.
Motionless in bed he opened up his eyes
don´t know if he knew it was me, but he stared at me for a long time
I became dragged into his death.
He closed his eyes.
No one could do anything for him, except holding his pale hands.
He entered into a coma, and the nurse says it could take some time.
There was no doctor in the room he would appear when the nurse called
him the patient had died, he listened with his stethoscope
nodded and left the room; his profession sees death as a personal failing.
At home, I had to tell my wife her brother was gone.
A relative came to organize the funeral like the size of the casket and
what mode of disposal she wanted, you need a cool head for this
and I couldn´t remember his name

Doctors

All their efforts will go in vain
All their struggle will drain
All their demise will be futile
If we still remain to be brutal

They risk their lives
So that we can survive
Their heart aches when 
a single heartbeat stops
They sacrifice their lives so that
not a single tear drops

The world says that Angels are not real
But I have seen them with my eyes
who has come from heaven to save lives

I saw them in white cloth and stethoscope in their hand
Without them world wouldn't be able to stand

Covid-19 Doctor Says

Covid-19. Doctor Says:

If i was given an option
I'll prefer quarantine with my family 
Self isolation with no glimpse of light 
Until all of it is over, but 
You sit me here fighting a war I've no tactics for 
Swapped my TV screen with telescope 
Doff my necklace and trade it with stethoscope 
Undress me to dress me with scrub and a lab coat 
Don't i deserve better with your deaf ears 
I'm sending you too a war no one has trained you for
Let me fight your battle and you'll do the same for me 

Do me a favour 
Grant me your deaf dripping ears 
That choose to listen not without a gun 
The weight upon me is unbearable 
I've been sleepless stopping a fire 
But you seem to be a wanderer with a leaked gas station 
How do you like the impression 'Sorry, he didn't make it' 
Yeah, you understand that even without moving a lip 
How is it different from stay at home and be safe 
Avoid handshakes and engage yourself with sanitizer 
Isolate yourself and turn on your TV 
Watch me as i keep you posted 
Wouldn't you save a soul like I'm trying hard to 
We'll get through this together,  Yes we can.  

©Pensayf  |2020  
Covid-19

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