Ward Poems - Poems about Ward

You spent your birthday in a psych ward For trying to get out Now twice, on your record What is it you’re without?...

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I held on for dear life, my confidence so low. It was like holding onto a knife as I looked down below I knew the way out and yet I was lost In my heart was only doubt and at such a cost But I will not quit as I grab on even more...

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scuffs in the pearl white floor when she leaves the room, for empty hospital hallway memories, haze of sterile gloom like snails, the chronic men each slowly wear away, their minds left to trail behind them, their faces falling into decay the grey walls with snake green stripes always constricting them, the dim fluorescent flicker of the fate to...

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The nights are usually short, but the days are so long, As I loaf in this room wanting to go back to where I belong. The best I can do in this mental ward is pretend to be strong. ...

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Not a room for the waiting or the receiving of the waiting, but a room for a liquid thinking a turgidity that trickles through plastic tubes. Is this where doors remain jammed forever between Hospital floors? Unseen, a wall clock drops heavy packages of time into narrow chutes, latex handprints are shaken from sterilized surfaces. The regularity of beep and whir mechanically sucks light in and out. The yoke recalls...

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I walk into my mom’s room, filled with fear, As nausea is bubbling in my core. I say nothing, it’s already clear; I took a b’ttle of pills just like before. Tears fall from my eyes and drip from my chin, As screaming insults fall from my mom’s lips. She yells, “Get in the car,” and the pr’cess begins. She cont’nues to...

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Teenage years are meant to be filled with great stories to tell, but these are the years I fell mentally unwell. My teenage years were spent in a never ending loop between hospital and home, leaving me feeling incredibly alone. Getting admitted into a psychiatric hospital, where I stayed for two years, away from home, with a dozen other teenagers, we all felt...

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Hey, ‘Nurse Ratchet,’ handle with care! ~ The next Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. is forming in there ...

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Life in hospital wards, with blue drapes, white washed floors, grey assets, wheeled tables. Corn-beef hash, carrot mash, day-pay TV cables. Life in hospital wards, spiked fevers, cooling aids, pee cups, samples of stool. Loose laced gowns, ECGs, stagnant air, stubborn drool. Life in hospital wards, monitoring alarms, timely medical rounds. A poke, a prod, a look, constant buzzers and sounds. Life in hospital wards, all day bed, in shared bays. No...

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. for public domain Way Ward We will bury our sighs and sorrows, debts and owes, and all our borrows, our scarlet letters all have seen. We shall cross the bridge, hand in hand, beyond the ridge, leave angry tears behind. If no one welcomes you and me, we start afresh, clean and free, and try again, and try again....

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wholly state ...

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"Code Blue!" Baby blue, blue baby, nurses crying Years of yearning, a lifetime's dreams. Hold me....

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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 no flowers, no visitors, But home comforts in the form Of trinkets and beloved books Ease my mind. It seems the courtyard is a patient too, With...

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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 no flowers, no visitors, But home comforts in the form Of trinkets and beloved books Ease my mind. It seems the courtyard is a...

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The cancer ward. We sat in the waiting room, of elderly people, with cancer we had had surgery now we waited to see if it had been successful A name was called a man on crutches rose, tried to look dignified not easy on walking aids. I thought, if I wait, so he comes out if he throws the...

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