Surgeons Poems - Poems about Surgeons

Surgeons of soundless suffering, led by ministers of madness, The dead drown whilst muttering of intolerable sadness. Atop the tallest towers of the dark city Aloft spires of insanity, so do they weave the existential lies of mortality. Where...Read the rest...

A surgeon dreams of slicing livers. A dentist dreams of teeth and gums. Proctologists envision fingers and thumbs....Read the rest...

I’ve only been at my fellowship gig a week, but It’s official, I’m a candy-striper. Sort of, I wear a blue vest, not the old, red-striped dress, but it’s the same job. I shadow my...Read the rest...

Just testing the night The surgeons of sky to see a Sky-net so faulted and frank unflinching but still true Full of expectation and hope...Just touching the night feeling the texture of it Remembering you and hoping that you're well like a...Read the rest...

They want to be brain surgeons, astronauts, movie stars, NFL quarterbacks, influencers, video game designers, dancers Their excited energy lifts into a pink cloud of happiness It zooms over my head and dances around the room They share...Read the rest...

Hand surgeon, aptly named Charlie Had a habit most folk view bizarrely Each day before patients lay on his table He sniffed a line or two which made him able To slice and dice, hyped up head felt...Read the rest...

Poets and plastic surgeons-whittling away adding here, subtracting there bandaging a verse or stitching a face trying to make plain into pretty perfection just a small slice away. A masterpiece is what they seek A mountain of trash for every gem cutting...Read the rest...

Hands of Surgeons Our friend Bob Lynott is undergoing cancer surgery today at Duke University. God, hands of surgeons be sure to guide; Who we trust and on them have relied; Now is not near; Our prayers hear; Give them things needed...Read the rest...

Believe you me, are business workers dealing in raw flesh and bones but they are often broke because consumers exist not in this world of flesh...Read the rest...

Honey, please don't even try to get me interested in your Cranial Ontology Department. You know how the name itself puts my brain to sleep. Yes I noticed your tendency to snore when I am thinking out loud, with tender thoughts about...Read the rest...

I wait  and wonder What life will bring When i am well again Will my heart sing. I wait for the news Of an op to replace This heart of mine A new future to face The surgeon will come In a day or...Read the rest...