Surgery Poems - Poems about Surgery

The hospital machine beeps, My knees weak, the walls are bleak. I'm bitting my cheek whilst the ward doors creak I can hear the children shriek, they look weak through a sneak peak. Explanations are oblique, These children will be me in a week. There's critique of technique for hell week; which is not for the weak. Streaks of blood, dizzy from drugs Staring...

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Goldilocks and the three bears, The story is a classic. But one idea came to mind, What if she was made of plastic? With lips so swollen And cheeks so bloated She was red and shiny And was very coated. The bears that came saw the porridge, They searched and found Goldilocks. Screaming and fearful,...

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After the surgery I was flat on my back and not allowed to move, an assistant  nurse came to feed me A stern-looking woman older than the others soup she fed me; open your mouth wide, she said I did her, eyes softened, and she became motherly scolded me gently when spilling soup on the nib When I didn`t want any more...

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Darkness. Drip. Not absence, but a rarified vastness thick with hush, like a cavern carved behind my eyes. Drip. Drip. Somewhere, water— not seen, just heard, each drop a soft footstep in the void behind me. Concentric rings of silence. And then— a pulsating dot of light. Drip. It grows— breathes— radiates outward in color— rings blooming from the dark like ripples in a pond no stone ever touched. Drip. And then there was no difference between the rings and me— no...

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Gladys was not so glad today, kind of a surprise She had cornea surgery and saw better than ever The old lady in the mirror stared at her with dull eyes There were wrinkles that seemed to go on forever When did I get old? She asked. How did this happen here? You did not die yet, the mirror said....

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Eyes fixated on a clock with no hands. Waiting for the grim reaper to pay me an expected visit. Trying in vain to bargain my freedom, but to no avail. My bounty worth more than my bribe could ever hope to be. As I accepted my exit from this mortal coil a calmness came over me. It was...

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you where what you not till LA diplomacy became my habit toxic offender Britain's detainee fleeing grey's a runt in sign ab stains in Russian stoic without the light nightmare i warred app next bus to nowhere findings inside papers i hide can't re-cut the record the cloths plain spent too much filthy Irish ink to blink i am a journalist i am caring...

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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 ...

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pre-surgery I have growth on my lower leg which I bravely ignored till my wife said I was smelling It offended me, who showers every morning I went to see my doctor, a woman in her the sixties, she insisted on kissing me when I visit as a result, I love her Yes, it was a tumor surgery, the ninth of Dismember My doctor's...

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Hindsight 20: 20 ...

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the second hand ticks to the beat of my heart Waiting for the surgeon to come and make a start. Nerves all on edge fear creeping in Taken to the theatre for the surgery to begin. Theatre lights shining they are so very bright Trying to control my breathing chest is getting tight. Let me off this thing...

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He weeps, assigned to mourn for others who Had none to mourn them, none to say goodbye, Those whose harm medicine can’t undo, Whose bodies he takes apart each passing night. He scrubs, a cleansing ritual, to keep Away the microscopic things unseen The rite distracts from tears he wants to weep, The tears a spell for spirits in between. The spirits who...

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this surgery is never guaranteed some come away looking terrific they don’t publicize those left dead buried in a foreign grave my friends will take the risk dreams of being thin not me this time I shall stay alive fat...

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I fell asleep, beneath the trees, their leaves wept, as I slept. I now know, I will go, someday it's true, beneath the moon. Stars will cry, I'll say goodnight, close my eyes, to a rooftop lullaby. ...

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Supine, Looking at the Sky ...

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