Surgery Poems - Poems about Surgery

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 ...Read the rest...

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...Read the rest...

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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...Read the rest...

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...Read the rest...

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...Read the rest...

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. ...Read the rest...

Supine, Looking at the Sky ...Read the rest...

Perry's Disinclination for Mushrooms A mushroom is not something new Inside some pasta or a stew. But, when it comes to feeding Perry, A mushroom is extraordinary! John's Surgery An eyeball must be a perfect sphere. If an imperfection should appear, A...Read the rest...

She has been sobbing all night for enduring the vicious fight, she has been sobbing all night for paying a daunting sacrifice, she has been sobbing all night for enduring attacks and punches, hits and...Read the rest...

These blatant lives we lead with our guts hanging out between pretty words. I remember (after the failed gastric surgery), when gore spilled out of my prone body; that slow unwinding of blank verse, (the wordless made flesh) - uncoiling in bold...Read the rest...

Burger King’s and KFC’s Large kebabs topped off with cheese Too many beers slip down with ease A Double Whopper, no salad please Pile on the pounds, put on the weight That greasy fry tasted just great Eat it all, let’s...Read the rest...

I'll never forget the date, the nineteenth of November It's etched firmly in my mind, and I'll always remember It was the day that I had my spinal decompression surgery And hopefully it would put an end...Read the rest...

I am certain that I am unwell. A swelling golf ball Lodged deep beneath my skin Makes sure of that. The floors of Ward 6 Are mirror-clean and sterile, A nature-coloured chessboard for My bare toes to quietly tread. I have...Read the rest...

November light and colors stream in through the window and I notice it, like in the eye of a storm, a whirlwind that has included pain and creativity but always distraction – of strivings and graspings at accumulation and...Read the rest...