#hospital poems on Hello Poetry

Jess Goff Jan 2015

there are little things you don’t notice in your every day life.
when you hold someones hand, do you link your pinkie with their forefinger like i do? I tend to always want to be on someones right side, out of comfort. i realize that the question “how are you feeling” is completely overwhelming and should at best be rephrased. showers fix everything…. almost everything. if you breath deep enough you could cause more problems or you could get rid of them, choose wisely. socks are hugs for your feet and should be appreciated. especially when your begging for them to give you more medication or something to make you sleep so that just for a while you don’t have to feel it and you don’t have to face it and it doesn’t have to be real but they won’t because they don’t understand. they don’t feel it. they don’t link their pinkies with someone forefinger when they hold hands and they don’t stand on the right side of someone out of comfort and they don’t believe showers fix everything but they back up deep breaths even though it can cause more problems.

#love #sadness #drugs #hospital #medicine

Keilah Dec 2014

21. For My Dearest

The open windows
that look gently
into your eyes
are now gleaming
with nothing
but
a dead-ended path
to an unknown and
unwanted world.

The tears that I
could have dried
from the bellowing
emptiness or the
impending crack
on your nowhere
heart.

The string of pearls
that would have
looked perfectly calm
on your ragged breaths
and purple-dyed veins.

The brittle bones
of your fingers
that should have held
the pen and drew words
and written images with
are now dusts on
my empty shelves.

The world is nothing
but cruel.

The closed casket
that locked your deep
brown eyes
form the rest of the
enemies and the
goodness
of humanity.

The empty IV dripping
with nothing
but the
the dreams, the nightmares,
the tears, the plans
of the lost and
the ******.

My dearest,
where are you?

Hold me close
and make me feel
the tiny patches of
coldness in your bruised
skins. Hold me close
and make me hear
the cries that I could
never console.
Hold me close and
read this with me.

#love #depression #sadness #death #father #family #daughter #child #sickness #hospital

Jekka Bailey Dec 2014

Mental Ward 2

Where does worth come from?

I've been told my aura is Lavender,
By a man trying to flee
light blue paper scrubs

and milk dripping down them.

He says I'm not suicidal,
Lavender never is.

#suicide #depression #hope #worth #struggle #hopelessness #hospital #lavender #aura #mentalward

Deborah Brooks Langford Dec 2014

Nothing But Love... Help Save the children

Baby Starr

Look at you sitting there
With your chubby hand
Holding my heart with your laugh
Knowing where I stand

Sweet Baby Starr
I know where you are
Staring at you sleeping
Listening to your baby breath
Waiting for your laugh

Hearing the morning sounds
Under the white mounds
Praying a mother’s prayer
While stroking your golden hair

You are the reason I could fly
My baby
You are the reason I feel so alive

My Baby Starr
Look at you growing up
Asleep upon your bed
Holding your teddy bear
Felling such love and care

With your little arms around my neck
Oh Lord, forgive me I yelled
For some little mistake
That she made

My little Starr
Kissing my little one’s tear stained face
Promising to be better
With each daily light
Holding each other tight
Chasing the fireflies
In the hot humid night
So tiny
But oh so bright

She sat on the table
Swinging her little legs
Her body as released as it could be
Her thought at that time
Was telling the jokes to me
The little girl sat by her mom’s side
“Mom, when will I grow up?”
“Patience dear, it will be soon enough!”
Sweet sixteen her first schools dance

Oh where did the years go by?
“Will anyone dance with me?”
She asks me why
“Patience, my dear soon enough!”

They said you were wild
I said you were free
They said you wouldn’t listen
I said you would to me

Young girl grew into womanhood
And marriage she did go
Love came and love went
Finally one true love endured

The beautiful bride looked
Towards her mother
“Can I make a marriage work?”
“Patience, my dear, patience, soon enough”

Mom it’s Valentine’s Day
I want you here with me
I feel like a little girl
That I want to be
Will I ever be able to see you again?
In the heavenly skies

A cold autumn day, the last leaves
Falling from the trees
Tears falling like rain
“Mom when will I ever see you again?
This is Baby Starr, looking for you”

Soft upon the wind came the reply
“Patience, my Starr, soon enough!”

By: Debbie Brooks

Author and Poet Susan Joyner-Stumpf and I have collaborated on this poetry book to help raise money to help the children with cancer..
here is the following link ...
Please help the children
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All Proceeds for this book, NOTHING BUT LOVE, will go to the Children of ST. JUDE CHILDREN’S RESEARCH HOSPITAL in Memphis, Tennessee. It is the goal of me and Susan Joyner-Stumpf to make sure that the heart of this book, the words of love spread between these pages, spread also to all these children in their dire needs to know that they are loved and supported by many of us out there wanting to help and do our part. May they never be forgotten. And it is our genuine wish that our book help in some small way make a life better, a heart happier, a child smile and, last but not least, may we give at least one child the hope to carry on in their journey towards health and a long, productive life.
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#love #mom #children #hospital

Jan Harak Dec 2014

In Sanity House

I'm just a heap of flesh,
caged in a madhouse,
executed, electrified,
spitting in the face of God
in white suit,
dancing with Satan.

Seduced and sedated,
chained to my bed.
Hallucinating heaven,
hiding from hell,
and the seraphs strike again
with a fiery blade.

Down on my knees I fell,
breaking my own back
to become “human,”
soulless, faceless, thoughtless.
Without brain, insane,
I transcend.

Imprinting soul in these walls,
painted with blood.
With nails writing on doors
stories of past.
Where are they taking me?
No! Just stop!

Fourteen attempts of death
was not enough
to get me out.
They chained my mind
to this prison of dark
'till death do us part.

#depression #insanity #hospital #psychiatric

Randi G Dec 2014

You Let Me Die

I hate the fact that you told me
I needed to go to the hospital
You told me if I didn’t go then
You would take me
I fell asleep figuring you’d show up
And make things right
But I slept until the morning
And I woke up even though
I shouldn’t have.

*(r.e.)

******.

#love #suicide #sad #hate #death #die #sleep #bed #hospital

Hinkle Wan Vannah Dec 2014

White Walls

White walls separate me from you
I stare blankly into the magazine
Glancing up at the looming door
That I know you are behind
I just want to knock it down
To get to you
To sneak past these nurses
Sneak past the patients
Sneak past the rules
Because I have found with you and I
There are no rules
I find it funny
That I care about you most
And I am the one trapped out here
Waiting
While they hold your hand
And whisper "it's alright"
Even though it is not
I imagine being next to you
Letting you talk
Shortly about brains
But mostly Harry Potter
You laugh in this scary place
But I know in real life that is not the case
White walls separate me from you again
I miss you
Are you okay
Do you need a blanket
A hug
What is happening in there
Why won't anyone tell me
After all I'm family too...
Yes
I'm family too
But only you see that
You see through the white walls that separate you from me.

3-21-14

#love #abuse #family #bestfriend #hospital #surgery #chiari

Rizza Dec 2014

Moment of Panic

EMERGENCY
We proceed with urgency

The stomach ache,
was too much to take

Awful is what we all feel,
Hoping quickly you will heal

Waiting anxiously,
we hope you return timely

Waiting through the night,
hoping you are alright.

My brother was taken to the hospital merely minutes ago and I am worried so I wrote a poem to express my anxiety, I hope he is fine

#fear #worry #anxiety #scared #sick #hospital #emergency

Makenzie Marie Dec 2014

Life of the Chronically Me

sickly
is she
but happy she'll be
as we stick needles repeatedly
and run test
after test
on her aching
body
revealing
most always, nothing
every problem so sneaky.
Invisible illness.
one after another
just smiling
at the little lady.
With one
after another
reason to fear.

but happy I’ll be
to tell my story
in a manner so joyfully
to someone as worried as me.
who sees
as I pop
one
after another
handful of medication
a personal army
to defend the life
of the Chronically
me

Hi so this is me: over the past two years I've been on a journey of good health. coincidentally that journey has been mostly discovering how sick I am, and how much I need to do to function properly. It's been a roller coaster, and I've now been diagnosed with 5 Chronic illnesses, coming up on six soon I think. So this is my life. Chronically me, chronically sickly.

Positivity is key.

#fear #life #illness #battle #fight #hopeful #positive #sick #medication #hospital

Joey Dec 2014

Morphine.

I lay there after surviving something I thought would **** me,
I’m burrowed deep into my own thoughts and every question I was asked seemed so personal,
I don’t want to be here, why is my soul worth saving?
I even laid there, numb while I was on a drip due to dehydration,
I even laid there numb, while my family cried,
I even laid there numb while the pills were slowly dissolving, shutting down my mind and organs,
Something I had hoped for,

For such a long time.

Why me, why did I survive?
I spent 8 ******* days and 7 ******* nights, surrounded by 4 white walls,
Every colour was so bright, almost as if it was proving to me that I, in fact did not have any light or colour in my life,
While the sombre walls couldn't of been any more empty,
My mind aimlessly wondered through the small crevasses in life, trying to find at least something worth living for,
I even laid in silence, the only time I made a sound,
Was when I was masked with a drug to put me out,
Something that I couldn't have been anymore ecstatic about, while I was being cut open,
Something that happened often, but without gas to numb the pain.

I didn't need numbing.

I woke up from surgery, in more pain than I endured,
Again I was surrounded by 4 white walls,
I shot up from my bed, to then be restrained back and injected with morphine,
I didn't understand why I needed so much numbing,
Couldn't they see?

The layers of my skin were so worn and torn, I couldn't feel a thing!
My heart was so broken and detriment I couldn't feel a thing!
My eyes were so tired, I couldn't see, I couldn't feel a thing!
My lungs were so bruised, I couldn't breathe, I couldn't feel a thing!

It was my last day, I was finally leaving,
I could finally feel something,
But all I could think about now,
Was morphine.

#suicide #depression #dark #numb #hospital #surgery