Tumor Poems - Poems about Tumor

Without Fear

It’s the darkness, flooding the silent room
A still so bitter it flows, splashing fears
Weary as the moments I would never presume
Pierce the heart with feelings, frantic tears

It’s the night, breathing in echoes of anxiety
Murmuring shadows who still the soul
Wiping out the silhouettes of notoriety 
Following the screams of a dread’s control

It’s the dusk, ending twilight’s

Tumor

The Tumor

Last night, I watched a podcast 
the man with the highest measured IQ
and I was pleasantly surprised
He looked and acted like a sane bloke
his views were an echo in my mind
best of all, he was like me, working-class
but had read the classics 
his laughter was infectious
 two hours well spent 
His idea of God was how I think

MY RAINY ROOFTOP LULLABY

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.

A Man of Valor With Tumor

Still, somehow, a man of purest valor:
From nothing flees - please, add Hard Labor.
In labor finds his fun and ardor,
At home nose for wild beasts’ odor…

But he can’t lectures give on Labor:
Exactly where he’s got no valor;
Merely keeps repeating “Field Labor
Johnson shall continue to savor!”

To this moment, some man of valor,
Towards challengers walks no armor,
Sometimes

Broken Brain

Reflected light is shimmering here,
finding me floundering in my fluff,
gazing at this shattered glass
as I dance, dance away, away.

I cut my bare toes - 
sixty steps to the minute,
those sixty seconds, sixty seconds:
click-click, tick-tock, bop-bop.

Your shine dims like a dull, dull dime
in my battered brain, seeing the blood
on my toes, as they dance, prance
on the

Apples

and what place is this,
she asked intrigued,
young non-binary ignorant of everything
that did not refer to gender.
-in this orchard I harvest our future tumor,
I told him, who was still amazed,
the bulging eyes of a student
doing his school research.
here I pick the transgenic apples,
I said, showing her the basket full of fruit.
-I drink boxed juices, he said;
there

Our Love Is Like a Tumor

Our love is like a tumor;
It grows and grows and grows,
And that can be so wonderful,
unless it’s on your nose.

Our love is like a tumor;
It makes me want to shout,
But after six months, baby,
It’s time to cut it out.

Our love is like a tumor;
It started out with ease,
But now it feels a lot more like
A

Deanna

“She was your cousin?”
    They would all echo,
        their half-faux-sympathy was pathetic,
    and it made me feel even
        more so.

            What would they have

Humor Tumor

Humor Tumor
Laughing Cells Rampant,
Smiling Exiting Tears by Slant
Cant, Skewed View Triumphant!

The Heart With the Hole and Tumor

.                        Heart  Heart   t    r    a   e
              Heart

Hospital Walk

It takes ten legs squeaking in sneakers
And eight rubber wheels heavily humming
On the checkered sparkling linoleum floor
To move a boy with a tumor
From one hospital floor to the next
For emergency tests

One nurse one doctor a technician leading the way
Mom and dad
Trailing the speeding parade with teddy bears and balloons
And faces full of frowns surrounding a

Tumor

There’s a tumor growing deep down in my soul
Pleading with me for full control
There’s a fire burning beyond within
Suffocating me in all my sin
There’s a revolution brewing beneath and between
All I have ever known and seen.

At times my life feels like a dream,
At times my life is not what it seems.

There’s a rabbit hole I’m

Tumor Consciousness

Tumor consciousness

Tumor of the bloody brain,
lays me low and causes pain,
consciousness does slip an slide,
other lifetimes can't decide
which one is the self?

Leap aboard a ME109,
here are coming British swine,
tracers bouncing past just fine,
weave a little, stick back, smile,
never mind the Hitler heil,
inverted v12 thrumming,
climbing,
mein gott im flying.

Shake n shiver tremor over,
see the brown snake in

Like a Tumor

Tethered to you by an 
Umbilical cord of blame
Massive heart attacks 
Of rejection serrate
Ripping through vagina of hate


8/10/11

A Sense of Tumor

.

The neighborhood 
is stirred as if 
by a fiery furor.

Everyone trembles, 
gasps with horrid 
horror

as, at last, he clasps
and cuts the culprit 
tumor

long ailing him with 
tingling, painful 
tremor.

Fatal to him now 
to commit the slightest 
error

when all he really needs
is just a sense 
of humor!

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