Best Hospice Poems

To Work In A Hospice Just Be There and Care.

Bring yourself, It's all that you have and it's real,
Everyone needs to be understood and to...

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He was angry when they came
   And said he wouldn’t go.
“You can’t make me leave this house!”
   “I’ll fight you all,...

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Very sick with leukemia toward the end. It almost seemed as if mother was giving up after what she considered a hard and disappointing life....

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H elping
O thers
S imply
P ass
I nto
C alm
E ternity...

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Her hands shook
as they wheeled
him away.
Had his lips
been dry? 
Had his body
ached? 
Had he longed
for a touch
against his
fragile skin? 
Could she
have done more
to relieve
his pain?...

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death’s pain the grieving know all too well
but I’ve another story to tell

near the end of days my friends remained
where their dignity was not defamed

hospice...

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An icy wind blows,
Freezing winter snows.
Icicles hanging from trees,
Like jewels in a wintry breeze.

Cold hands, cold feet,
Hail, turning to sleet.
The sun now shines bright,
But the...

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If I could nominate a charity St Bridget’s would be my choice
They care for the sick and the dying, their service is like a Rolls...

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Giving up,
we lose ourselves
in soft denials,
tally up bone-tinted
Kodaks – recall
brief glints of eye,
succinct resemblances
of generations. 

Listlessly,
we wait
death’s domination—
cool brushes
of wind,
flutterings 
of waxen wings
& last breaths,
dusky,...

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In cooler time the sun still slept,
The clock stood still, an angel wept,
The covers stirred, then breath no more,
The man was gone, the silence roared,

Now...

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Hospice is the rest stop between heaven and earth
They care for you for all your worth
They are with you in your final days
Taking care of...

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life has left this sterile white garden

bent as a willow, I keen above blossomless beds

grieving those roses that once grew here


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An acquaintance of mine
(More the friend of a friend)
Was just told that her life
May be nearing its end.

She is ready for hospice,
Her doctor suggested;
She cannot...

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I never got why you always
Ate the red pink color out 
The Sherbet ice cream

It was like excavation
How you removed all the cherry
Without even affecting...

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His Limbo Soliloquy                      ...

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