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 are fair; some days it seems like his mind is hardly there. He’s so optimistic, despite his condition; to help him...

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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 sets on my trunk at the end of the day Trials Tribulations, I have a lot to say Don’t mean no harm...

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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 disdain, for still having to entertain, these words inscribed inside my brain, written red, its better than the awful things i’d do instead, so here...

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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 smil'st when kings do bow to thy dark reign, But what is wealth when all is laid to waste? Thy blade is...

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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 ask, but none will know, The pain she hides, the silent woe. In silence, strength, a quiet flame, The patient waits, without a...

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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 and unfiltered. Born into the system’s cold arms, Lillian emerged as an adult onto Brooklyn’s unforgiving streets. There, she tasted the...

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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 on earth. Waiting to repay all deeds done at dawn and even in the dark,in doubled forms. The Sun always...

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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 is easy, and my burdens are light. Your sins are forgiven, my child, and you are free. I am your Savior, and...

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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 living is for dying, And you are dying just to live... dear Lord, please help me understand... Oh, please help me understand! What...

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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 those walls, those footsteps. He also knows what happened back at home, with that partner, that fight, that punch, that grief. That welcome trolley...

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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 I told lies For when I answered “No” To some queries she’d throw Her report stated, “Patient denies.” What most bothered me, reading her...

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

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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 end were to ply, Two rounds around Earth’s bosom well are made, Body cells in millions when daily die, An...

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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, I curse my fate, But happy he feels that it’s my left hand, We’ll amputate it if we cannot mend,...

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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 it ailment or treatment of elbow? Grey visions of an endless dark tunnel Flashed in my mind, as dark and...

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