Patient Poems - Poems about Patient

His hands are trembling, his gait a shuffle, sometimes his voice is no more than a muffle. His balance is off, he’s had many falls, sometimes to begin walking, there’s several stalls. Some days are good, others...Read the rest...

MY SON In the middle of the City stands a tall gum tree With a trunk so bright reaching out to Yeah Jacaranda nearby looking up at me Yet I stand tall and proud for the world to see Sun...Read the rest...

why cant i disconnect when i stop having fun, leave this server and find a new one, I know we never ask to play, but still im begging anyway, I’m sick and tired of this game, and struggle hiding my...Read the rest...

O Death, thou art so vain, so proud, so cold, Thou takest pride in what thy hands hath wrought, Yet what thou reapest is but dust and mold, For all thy power, thou canst not hold a thought. Thou...Read the rest...

In the dark where echoes fade, She guards her truth, a vow unsaid. Her lips are sealed, her eyes see far, A secret buried a burning scar. In stillness, she whispers night, A silent plea in muted light. The world may...Read the rest...

Lillian's Echo Lillian’s Echo In the dayroom’s dim embrace, Lillian sat—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...Read the rest...

The Sun WATCHES at Dawn... Day by day! The Moon SEES in the Dark... Night by night. The Sun WATCHES and The Moon SEES and take note, of all the dealings of all creatures here...Read the rest...

Be patient and hopeful, I hear my Savior say. Your sins and your burdens, I will cast them from thee. Your sins are forgiven, and my grace is free. Now walk in my footsteps and follow me. My yoke...Read the rest...

What does it mean to be man? To wake up every day, and know you have to pray... just to be alive. To find another plan, and convince yourself you can... and to strive. What does it mean to be man, When...Read the rest...

They take that patient on that trolley. Echoes bounce from that corridor, from talk, from footsteps, from that wall - and from that misery. That misery is a mystery for the guy on that trolley. He hears that chat, those echoes from...Read the rest...

The doctor was one I’d not met. Her thoughts about treatments were set. I didn’t agree So her questions to me Were the kind I would rather forget. But the one thing that I did surmise Was that she was convinced...Read the rest...

Night Dark, Soft Chirping, Stagnating, Calming Liminal Spaces Comfort Me 3 A.M....Read the rest...

Debate also should rage if doctors know The mystery that human body is: It takes two hundred muscles, all on go To take but one baby step with some ease, Body veins stretched, end to...Read the rest...

In prison, and bereft of all defence, But my Healer, graver than ever ere, Swirls his chair round, yon of window to stare As if to get inspired from Providence. More of a dumb than mute,...Read the rest...

What else but weight endless for devil’s due? And I’d need a few more tests to be sure, Grimace or grin, but I ought to endure, What greater devil was seemed like dawn’s dew: Was...Read the rest...