Nursing Home Poems - Poems about Nursing Home

Lillian’s Echo Lillian sat in the dayroom’s dim embrace—a survivor etched in time. The air clung to stories, whispered secrets, and the lingering scent of suffering. She, the one-character legend, spun her tales—prose blabber, raw and unfiltered. Born into the system’s cold arms, Lillian emerged onto Brooklyn’s unforgiving streets as an adult. There, she tasted the bitter...

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Juvenility meets senility Childlike to childish formality Nursing home abnormality Inmates extend hospitality I run as if they have a malady...

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Old men sit in wheelchair drool...

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Oh, find I here as elder in this small place Some glad respite… From inside pills And journeying on to bitter end With so many joys of past, left trail-side To sit only in fading memory then Great entertainments and friends Allowed temptations, travels Sparkling departures into new excitements… Even the most basic of foods and drinks diminished Into lowest price bid, blandness, and...

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When I was younger, days moved softly, an endless waltz of hours beneath the cherry blossoms where I walked alone, convincing myself that solitude was sweet, that love was for the others. My footsteps in the fall, crisp and solitary, echoed through halls of laughter I dared not enter. ...

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that call, a face porcelain pressed against glass and dead eyes wrought from an attic room watching us her name badge was irrelevant “No, those top rooms are not used, full of junk and all locked up” yet the face watched us leave; into the further ghosts ...

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Silent but Deadly (Written 2014) In the heart of the nursing home where old folks stay, Lived Erasmus, a man twinkling in twilight's array. With a glimmer that danced in his mischievous eyes, He concocted a plan to bring great surprise. Not a prankster by trade, but a jester at heart, He perfected an art that set him apart. With a silent...

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On the way to the nursing home, we pass many beautiful sights. So many homes with pleasant yards, lawns, and flowers that delight. After so many days of rain then a little break, green everywhere abounds. kudzu wraps up trees grows rapidly reaches road.... goats needed to dine Several homeplaces have clear-cut trees so that the area looks...

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Once there was a nursing home man called Fred, at night he was found in an old gals bed; with a great big happy smile, his pajamas in a pile; when questioned- "THIS is my dead wife" he said ! ________________________________ August 27, 2020 (Repost from 2019) Poetry/Limerick/nursing home FRED Copyright Protected, ID 20-1281-737-03 All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La France Submitted into the contest,...

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Old men sit in wheelchairs, drool warehouses for people...

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There is still frost on the roof tops and I wonder about all the silver haired souls that are wondering why they are being moved, by whitely dressed ghosts I know its a comfort to know they got to be old but before they leave the coast, I hope and pray they...

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Apple blossom boogie Whoopee Whoop Whoop Double time and triple time Have some vegetable soup Fats Dominoes in the hallway Shuffleboard too Twist with Chubby Checkers Add morphine to my stew I’m catching glimpses Dancing round my nursing room bed The nurse starts screaming loudly I guess I’ve fallen on my head Give her extra pills someone whispers. Dancing with Elvis’ blue suede shoes I shut my eyes and...

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They sit and stare Some not aware Sit lay bed alone Lights turn on Under Nursing Home Care...

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Once there was a nursing home man called Fred, at night he was found in an old gals bed; with a great big happy smile, his pajamas in a pile; when questioned- "THIS is my dead wife" he said ! _____________________________ May 19, 2019 Added after contest judged, June 11, 2019- Poetry/Limerick/Nursing Home Fred Copyright Protected, ID 19-1145-321-02 All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym. (Syllable...

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In the multi-racial nursing home to bent and broken bodies in broken bent back wheelchairs longing to free roam, said the black lives matter rapper: When your woman leaves you, and your man is gone without a reason or a fare thee swell season, Getting mad at life ain't so deadly wrong You go ahead! Let's get angry. That's your right. Let's swing this fight! Take your meds, the ones prescribed And...

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