Poems about Cancer
#cancer
Poems about cancer, here you'll find poetry written by those affected by cancer. Poems about having cancer and the treatment process, and poetry about the grief and pain of losing a loved one to cancer. Also poetry of hope; about raising awareness and surviving cancer.
Great Day
She had a great day
She had a great day
She didn’t have to stay
My sister has a black spot
The thing we wish we ain’t got
Hers is in her head
Ours is what we truly dread
She had a great day
Told her she didn’t have to stay
She had a great day
She didn’t have to stay
The dread of our own span
And she can’t stand strong
It was her party day and
She can’t play…
Even on her Day…Her own Day
She had a great day
Told her she didn’t have to stay
She had a really great day ...
She had a great day
She didn’t have to stay
My sister has a black spot
The thing we wish we ain’t got
Hers is in her head
Ours is what we truly dread
She had a great day
Told her she didn’t have to stay
She had a great day
She didn’t have to stay
The dread of our own span
And she can’t stand strong
It was her party day and
She can’t play…
Even on her Day…Her own Day
She had a great day
Told her she didn’t have to stay
She had a really great day ...
#cancer
#family
#love #sister
#love #sister
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Negativity of a troll
What would make a troll be filled with negativity vibes, that will affect you in ways that makes no sense what so ever. TO try to force there negativity upon someone else, who doesn't deal with individuals of that kind of a mind set of nothing. But rhetoric that doesn't do anything but cause, division of separation of the worst kind of mental stimulation, like these often seeing the same acts of the Democrats party. As those who know have seen time and after time. 😞 YET they continue to attack with no regards to the damages, that they costs you in unbearable emotional stress and...
#cancer
#depression
#disability
#illness
#PTSD
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MAJESTIC THOUGHTS
It's me again the story teller of unspoken words, for what I want to rap to you about now, as I encourage you all 😉 for when was the last time you've been to see, your Doctor for a righteous exam of your body and mind and heart ❤️ For I'm here as a friend and poet ✍️ YET I'm just a mortal man who just want you to think for thyself, and have you to think about your own health and well being. 🙏 For sure as a new year is beginning, 😄 and some of us makes plans, for the betterment of our lives. 🙏 Let's take care better care of our...
#cancer
#metaphor
#philosophical
#StreamOfConsciousness
#uplifting
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Softly Loved, Spiritually Venerated (Imani-Faith)
Imani (Faith) –On January 1st, the third and final green candle is lit. It symbolizes the principle of faith, encouraging individuals to believe in themselves, their community, and the possibility of a better future.
Happy New Year To my Hebrew King and All my Royal Knights, we have crossed over unto another year. A new beginning, for you to forgive, uplift, inspire, continue your education, journey, or start a new project.
This is the last day of my culture Kwanzaa celebration, we have been dipped, whipped, and have risen, succeeded, and (I) survive within the...
Happy New Year To my Hebrew King and All my Royal Knights, we have crossed over unto another year. A new beginning, for you to forgive, uplift, inspire, continue your education, journey, or start a new project.
This is the last day of my culture Kwanzaa celebration, we have been dipped, whipped, and have risen, succeeded, and (I) survive within the...
#cancer
#philosophical
#TruthOfLife
#women
#horses
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I’m Going To Die of Lung Cancer
Woke up dreams in my head
I didn't realize I was dead.
In the dream, I was three,
Why’s that lady touching me?
Then i was a eight years old,
blood dripping in dirty white snow.
Laying on Doctors table,
Stiching my nose, staying quite stable.
At thirteen became a man,
Parents fighting, couldn't understand.
Dad walks out it was winter,
He would never come back for mom’s dinner.
Made it into an art school,
Played harmonica , felt so cool.
Liked girls, but...
I didn't realize I was dead.
In the dream, I was three,
Why’s that lady touching me?
Then i was a eight years old,
blood dripping in dirty white snow.
Laying on Doctors table,
Stiching my nose, staying quite stable.
At thirteen became a man,
Parents fighting, couldn't understand.
Dad walks out it was winter,
He would never come back for mom’s dinner.
Made it into an art school,
Played harmonica , felt so cool.
Liked girls, but...
#abuse
#cancer
#death
#dreams
#LifeStruggles
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Lie in Wait
It slowly creeps in the shadows undetected
All the while everything on the surface seems fine
Even as the body fights it becomes subjected
To something sinister that at first seemed so benign
The fatal disease then spreads quickly without control
Destroying and consuming everything in its path
Even though warning signs may whisper it to the soul
The mind doesn’t want to realize it or do the math
The victim becomes brittle at the core, to the bone
Not realizing what it’s done until it’s too late
And all the medicine won’t help...
All the while everything on the surface seems fine
Even as the body fights it becomes subjected
To something sinister that at first seemed so benign
The fatal disease then spreads quickly without control
Destroying and consuming everything in its path
Even though warning signs may whisper it to the soul
The mind doesn’t want to realize it or do the math
The victim becomes brittle at the core, to the bone
Not realizing what it’s done until it’s too late
And all the medicine won’t help...
#CallToAction
#cancer
#hope #LifeStruggles
#hope #LifeStruggles
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HALFWAY THERE (I)-(original draft) (East Flagship Hotel Pier Jetty, Galveston Island Texas; 1-29-1997)
i took a trolley
to the beach
walked out to the end of a jetty
gazed numbly out over
this vast gulf of mexico s
seemingly endless horizon
then silently thought to myself
halfway there
to the beach
walked out to the end of a jetty
gazed numbly out over
this vast gulf of mexico s
seemingly endless horizon
then silently thought to myself
halfway there
#cancer
#depression
#disability
#illness
#PTSD
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The power of three
Saving lives for three seasons,
Why did you go? I need a reason,
The power of three,
Will set us free,
You're stronger than I could ever be,
No one can save you,
No one can replace you,
Even when your hair was falling out,
You were still perfect to me No doubt,
The power of three was on your side,
Why is it the good ones who always die?
You said goodbye to everyone you knew,
Cancer will never be stronger than you,
Book of shadows full of spells,
I'm missing you Miss halliwell,
When You took your last...
Why did you go? I need a reason,
The power of three,
Will set us free,
You're stronger than I could ever be,
No one can save you,
No one can replace you,
Even when your hair was falling out,
You were still perfect to me No doubt,
The power of three was on your side,
Why is it the good ones who always die?
You said goodbye to everyone you knew,
Cancer will never be stronger than you,
Book of shadows full of spells,
I'm missing you Miss halliwell,
When You took your last...
#cancer
#death
#sadness
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LIKE LACTOSE LAVA FLOW (11-9-1995; Galveston Island, Texas)
wordz circle
wordz spiral
in thermal helixez
like spiraling d n a
as they drift and fall out
of mind z sky z
in a sudden spontaneous
gushing release
of incontinent subliminal wordz
in theze frequent language spillz
az iz the case
in this one here
like lactoze lava flow
like the black ink buzzardz they are
opportunistically scavenging themzelvez
and anything else
they can sink their insatiable
lettered teeth into
az an effectively therapeutic
survival strategic devize
to pick my life...
wordz spiral
in thermal helixez
like spiraling d n a
as they drift and fall out
of mind z sky z
in a sudden spontaneous
gushing release
of incontinent subliminal wordz
in theze frequent language spillz
az iz the case
in this one here
like lactoze lava flow
like the black ink buzzardz they are
opportunistically scavenging themzelvez
and anything else
they can sink their insatiable
lettered teeth into
az an effectively therapeutic
survival strategic devize
to pick my life...
#cancer
#fate
#PTSD
#rebirth
#spiritual
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The Cycling Self
There is an
emptiness
that never
seems to…
empty…
itself
No matter
the groups
or therapies
encountered
to relieve
A pain
Always present
in some niggling
manner I loathe
because
I thought
I conquered it
Finding peace
in nature
and gratitude
amongst loved ones
can ease
the burden
of this…
Cross
BUT
It’s ever present
and always
carried
on my
Left
shoulder
...
emptiness
that never
seems to…
empty…
itself
No matter
the groups
or therapies
encountered
to relieve
A pain
Always present
in some niggling
manner I loathe
because
I thought
I conquered it
Finding peace
in nature
and gratitude
amongst loved ones
can ease
the burden
of this…
Cross
BUT
It’s ever present
and always
carried
on my
Left
shoulder
...
#betrayal
#cancer
#marriage #WritingPoetry
#marriage #WritingPoetry
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YOU HAVE TO KEEP ON PUSHING
From the deepness of my own life to the very, trials and tribulation, that I had to and still have to deal with in this life. I've learned to take it one day at a time.⌚ For no matter what I have to go through, there are yet somethings that will change me, in ways that I couldn't even imagine. But yet as we exchange the deepness of our own thoughts, that journey and travel and walk will seem like the longest walk, I've done in my lifetime. But yet I must understand that there, will be challenges that will test my strength, and my courage to go through the process of the hurt and pain...
#cancer
#illness
#MentalHealth
#StreamOfConsciousness
#uplifting
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The Curious Crab Man
In a world of men who walk so straight
there’s one who sidesteps, never waits.
With a shell so tough yet heart of wonders,
he’s the curious charming Crab Man.
He scuttles through life with a sideways dance,
in tidal pools, he loves to fence.
With pincers sharp and eyes that gleam,
he’s more than just a seaside being.
His stories are of ocean’s weep,
of treasures found and secrets deep.
He knows the waves, the moonlit tides,
in his crabby ways, true wisdom hides.
He’s patiently waiting for the tide,
with a calm...
there’s one who sidesteps, never waits.
With a shell so tough yet heart of wonders,
he’s the curious charming Crab Man.
He scuttles through life with a sideways dance,
in tidal pools, he loves to fence.
With pincers sharp and eyes that gleam,
he’s more than just a seaside being.
His stories are of ocean’s weep,
of treasures found and secrets deep.
He knows the waves, the moonlit tides,
in his crabby ways, true wisdom hides.
He’s patiently waiting for the tide,
with a calm...
#astrology
#beach
#cancer
#moon
#sea
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DU Poetry : Poems about Cancer