Tumour Poems | Examples

The sun will shine

Feeling dead
Nowhere to turn 
Dead beat ex
I'm stuck 
No way of freeing myself 

Finances so intertwined 
Like a tumour
Attached to something vital 
"We can't operate I'm afraid.
Too risky"

How did I let this happen?
So insidious 
So slow 
A parasite. Unseen, leaching, infecting, invading, taking, taking, taking.

Eventually, clarity. The alternative.
So often dismissed now better than the present.

But I must pay for my blindness.
I must pay the price for hope.
I cannot be set free 
Like a prison sentence.

And, by the way, 
Don't bother looking up
Don't pray or ask for divine help.

Help,
If there is any, 
Is ground level.
Friends, family, gestures, kind words, hugs, a sympathetic emoji in a motivational text.
You've got this
You are strong
I believe in you.

No choice.  Hold tight, wait for better days. 
Nothing is permanent.
Lean into the love and the sun will shine again some day.

Tandoori or Tangerine Tan shorts no2

Satsuma Tumour

Sense of Humour?

That Groomer Rumour


Cometh the Hour

Cometh the TAN!


People Power Glower should Flower

Grassy brassy knolls

But proles at the polls

Sold their Souls


To joust like Faust

Ignore Marcel Proust

Cower before the Ivory Tower


Odd bod elite’s law 

Tweets of Sod and God

No Enlightening


Repeats the prism

Or algorithm beats
 
Every criticism schism 

“Ism”..a frightening..lightning rod


Pot..black..kettle knack

Debauched cheats pedal to the metal

Out of whack flak attack 

Unsettle our mettle

Plot to settle that score


Scorched and torched serfs

Any petal in fine fettle

& the earth's core

TAKE IT OR LEAVE IT

TAKE IT OR LEAVE IT

I may be thought aloof and cold
Maybe even more so, as I’m old
Not dull lead, nor yet shiny gold
Perhaps a weird sense of humour
Yet all along, it may be a tumour
If unsure, I will never just leave it

I’m well educated, that’s for sure
On this, never challenged before
Perhaps I was ever seeking more
But knowledge, it’s not all by far
Self confidence, not being a star
I aimed high and I did achieve it

I feel love, some may say muted
But to superficial I am less suited
As in depths, my mind is rooted
Yet I will still look for inspiration
As life offers so little explanation
Me, lovable, I’d hardly believe it


Workforce


So they have decided, 
It's come right from the top,
Governments reaction, 
My benefits should stop, 
They think that 2 years of grief is enough,
But no matter how hard a couples enough, 
You've had a long spell of time to recharge, 
And to be part of a workforce so to give it large,
To us you look normal,
Your physically fit, 
No sign of a wheelchair it's time to commit, 
You have no excuses, 
We will give you a call, 
Your stories no different, 
It happens to us all, 


I call you today,
After hours in fear,
Feeling so anxious,
And wiping a tear,
My nerves are all shot,
My grief is still strong,
Caring for 3 years,
And one day she's gone,
But in that 3 years,
I saw what cancer can do,
Eat you inside out,
As the tumour just grew, 
Losing your dignity, 
Morals and you,
Losing body functions, 
What could I do,
I lost my own battle,
One I could not win from the start, 
Now you say I've got through this,
You don't have a heart.

Premium Member Black Black Black - Surrealism Nonsense Poetry

the growth that all a person has
sinister growth like fungus or tumour
sprouting protruding
scrouting grotruding
a growth growing
with light
black black black
flat flat flat
mirroring our dances
echoing our chances
fat skinny glances
strouting brotruding
black black black
flat flat flat
but watch
for a person’s without a person
the growth that all a person has
black black black

Towards the light

Today was the day my partner would go,
Through the tunnel of light and her pain was no more, 
My pain  begins the end I don't know, 
Today is no different the pain seems to grow, 
I had the misery to watch her decline, 
A tumour malignant but why not benign, 
To witness my partner suffer like this,
Her last days she slept,
For me it was bliss,
Throughout her long illness we had to many scares,
From moments of collapsing or soiling her wears,
Problems with treatments,
Bad news from her scans,
Cathata keep blocking on the leg where it hangs,
Eight hours in chemo, 
No fun on your own, 
We were in a pandemic, 
I'm forced to stay home,
Then to return after such a long day, 
Hoping the treatment kept cancer at bay,
My partner stayed strong,
She put up a good fight,
To be free of the cancer ,
She must head for the light.


The Bio-Wars: A Son Lost

A tumour abated alters and waits.
Pathway incised, a new one it makes.
Spreading and forming, roots growing down.
The moment’s now here, a mighty rebound.

Battle exhausted, the bones ache and crack.
The units expended; yield to the plaque. 
Inquiry, anger, negotiations above.
But the body is weakened, aching and done. 

“I’m sorry - I’ve tired - but failed in my plight.”
“Nonsense, my son, no fighting tonight.
No orders, no mission, nor failure to bare.
Just love from your father, of that I do swear.”

Dead now, but living. Eyes open, but grey.
Pallid and wasted, a ghost in but name.
A horror unyielding, a memory maligned.
Of which we endure, for moments of time.

We Were Playful

I have a mixed diagnosis after trying to kill myself, aged sixteen. Just after six months in hospital,

“I’m worse now “, “Than when I went in”, “I had clean arms back then.”
“I ran away from my parents; they called the police”, “I phoned home during the night as I got scared”. “Things are better today, no PRN” and “I stopped drugs, sleeping around, I have now started knitting”. 
We laughed together.

My story, -I’m a drunk. -A womaniser.

She added “I think you lie more than anyone I know! Apart from the girl, who lied about a brain tumour?”. However, I was drinking at 9am. I gave her half-truths while continuing to lie. She gave me her number. “Together we have more problems than you know.” 
We laughed even more.

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 shattered shimmering glass.

A battered brain is shapeless stuff
that lets me flounder in my fluff.
The shattered brain sees shattered glass.
They'll take this tumour away.

Will humour return, humanity remain,
once I've danced, pranced
for those surgical folk in masks
who'll take knives to my brain?


(6/7 Feb 2023)

Understanding

Its been two years and i’m 15 now,
The tumour just sits there,
Waiting, staying, lingering,
Doing absolutely no harm to anything,
It’s not hurting anything physically,
Although I wish I could say the same mentally. 

I’m not allowed to feel negatively about my situation,
Why should i?
Im lucky that Im healthy,
Im lucky that I still live my life,
So why do I still panic?
And cry and break down every time I hear the words:
Brain tumour,
Why am I not allowed to cry and break down?
I know exactly why.

I can’t cry and break down,
So I can be strong for everyone else,
So I can joke about it,
So I can say:
It’s just having a little boogy up there, it’s not doing anything.

When in fact it is doing something.
Something that scans and mri’s cant pick up,
Something that brain surgeons and nuerologists cant diagnose,
Something that no one else but me can see.
It’s tearing me apart, but I wouldn’t tell anyone that,
They would tell me that I shouldn’t feel this way
They wouldn’t understand.

Premium Member A Toxic Panacea

One mans carcinogenic idea
Invade Ukraine amputate Crimea
But the tumour keeps growing 
Now his sick cancer’s showing 
A malignancy called North Korea! 


By
David Kavanagh

Premium Member Holding Back Tears

It's nine years in a row of continuous crisis
lost in the wilderness of a dry Oasis
on all long bones is the constant emphasis
for a condition which began as Tuberculosis.

The pain and discomfort, too much to bear
she is too ready for the worst to worry and fear
the weather smells nice but will mock and share
neighbours always smile but absolutely don't care.

The body fights just to prove it's a weaker host
medications and herbs, wholly trusted to do the most
yet, her days are numbered, she now communes with a ghost
the traffic light turns red and Earth, no longer her post.

For a forty year old, this shouldn't be the end
I hold back the tears, I cannot pretend
my Aunt's life, God, please extend
all the Angels you have, oh Lord, gather and send.

Counting in weeks, she may not have two more
misfortune slowly acts on eventuality's rumour
a silent killer eats, evident by a weaker femur
a terrible relapse and this time, it's more than one tumour.

9th. August. 2021
This or That, Vol 5 Poetry Contest- Holding back Tears.
Sponsored by Edward Ibeh.

4th Position

Reason Why Do Some Wounds Take Your Longer To Heal Than Others

If one was to ask 

Why some wounds take longer
to heal than other's

Maybe it's because

Though the human body
is blessed with miraculous
power's of healing 

Like flesh once cut and we
bleed a scab and scar will
form and skin grow back again

A broken bone can reset
itself twice as strong

Our internal organs over time
can eventually regenerate 

And a brain tumour and virus
be gotten over

Yet whereas a broken heart 
examined under diagnosis
will not display or show up 
any visible sign of damage 

And so maybe that's why
the aforementioned question
is so hard to answer or place
a healing time upon

And in sometimes a broken
heart or loss of a loved one
can lead unto and bring
on death before it's time

Because what a heart is 
supposed to do is pump
blood and oxygen onto the 
brain

Yet and but somtimes may
feel inclined to give up on
life and fail to skip a beat

If cupids arrow is pulled out
by the love and loss of one's
true life partner departs

And word's once spoken
and said and an a oath
or promise made such as 

Till death do us part

Mean exactly that

In Growth a Tumoursmall Growing

A cancerous tumour within me grows
I'm an ever-growing tumour
That grows from deep within.
You won't feel or know I'm there
As im the most evil of all sin.

I'm working with the devil
I am the creator of his hell.
And into your lives unknowingly
Is how I choose to dwell.

I'll take from you, your strengths
and prey on your weaknesses.
Slowly restricting parts of growth
As I grow with the passing days.

I'll take from you, your very breath
And take your will away at great length.
You'll become weak, and fade away
That's what I cause to you til your dying day.

But if you battle with strengths within
And upon your journey don't ever give in.
Then maybe just maybe you have a chance
And no longer around Satan's table you'll dance.

You'll reap rewards and regain composure
If you struggle with all your might.
And don't give up nor give in
To this cancerous battle that you fight.

I'M Just a Deadly Cancer

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Anna Kerr Tate / Read poetry
A cancerous growth in i times
I'm an ever-growing tumour
That grows from deep within.
You won't feel or know I'm there
As im the most evil of all sin.

I'm working with the devil
I am the creator of his hell.
And into your lives unknowingly
Is how I choose to dwell.

I'll take from you, your strengths
and prey on your weaknesses.
Slowly restricting parts of growth
As I grow with the passing days.

I'll take from you, your very breath
And take your will away at great length.
You'll become weak, and fade away
That's what I cause to you til your dying day.

But if you battle with strengths within
And upon your journey don't ever give in.
Then maybe just maybe you have a chance
And no longer around Satan's table you'll dance.

You'll reap rewards and regain composure
If you struggle with all your might.
And don't give up nor give in
To this cancerous battle that you fight.
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