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.
At Death’s Door
i am choked by the twisting vines of melancholia
hypnotizing petrichor fills my tarred lungs
i miss meandering meadows in mystical lands
and being mesmerized with each magical leaf
the last petal of an
enchanted flower falls;
an incantation…
i have lost my map to the forbidden knowledge
spellbound by the curse of a creature’s wrath
i am tortured by malignant tumors in my chest
the last shimmers of poison escaping my lips
i am aware of mother nature’s
decisive sorcery;
all things end…
hypnotizing petrichor fills my tarred lungs
i miss meandering meadows in mystical lands
and being mesmerized with each magical leaf
the last petal of an
enchanted flower falls;
an incantation…
i have lost my map to the forbidden knowledge
spellbound by the curse of a creature’s wrath
i am tortured by malignant tumors in my chest
the last shimmers of poison escaping my lips
i am aware of mother nature’s
decisive sorcery;
all things end…
#death
#spiritual
#LifeCycle
#cancer
#NaPoWriMo2024
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Still A Wee c**t
my wee brother
died today
a cheeky rogue
since he could talk
a tornado causing
argument then gone
we cunt destroyed my vinyl records
give them hell up there
i'li miss you
died today
a cheeky rogue
since he could talk
a tornado causing
argument then gone
we cunt destroyed my vinyl records
give them hell up there
i'li miss you
#brother
#death
#cancer
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In The Arms Of An Angel
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,
I will fear no evil;
For You are with me;
Your rod and Your staff, they comfort me
Lead me always to the light as my breath at times may become shallow
Bless over my mind when my words are too weak to manifest upon my delayed swallow
Receive me, thy Lord, as the cord of my life returns to the cocoon of my existence
My astral traveling, a star dust in the stratosphere interwoven of many placentas
I have been reborn, may Deja vu moments allow me to connect the...
I will fear no evil;
For You are with me;
Your rod and Your staff, they comfort me
Lead me always to the light as my breath at times may become shallow
Bless over my mind when my words are too weak to manifest upon my delayed swallow
Receive me, thy Lord, as the cord of my life returns to the cocoon of my existence
My astral traveling, a star dust in the stratosphere interwoven of many placentas
I have been reborn, may Deja vu moments allow me to connect the...
#support
#cancer
#spiritual #angels
#spiritual #angels
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Sister, removed
I wish I had known you better.
I wish I could say I tried.
But I – buried under small bodies
and schedules and needs,
with just enough distance between us to be
inconvenient –
And you – for so long obscured from my view,
with my lifelong tormentor between us --
I just thought we’d have more time.
Eclipsed by his tortured shadow
of bluster and opinions and judgement,
she tossed out colourful sparkles
of beauty and care into our family,
touching us all with a thoughtfulness
much deeper than...
I wish I could say I tried.
But I – buried under small bodies
and schedules and needs,
with just enough distance between us to be
inconvenient –
And you – for so long obscured from my view,
with my lifelong tormentor between us --
I just thought we’d have more time.
Eclipsed by his tortured shadow
of bluster and opinions and judgement,
she tossed out colourful sparkles
of beauty and care into our family,
touching us all with a thoughtfulness
much deeper than...
#family
#shadows
#spiritual
#cancer
#NaPoWriMo2024
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Hymn to the Crone
When Cally died aged 33
of cancer, leaving behind
a Husband, 2 young lads
and an ocean of emptiness
I asked big questions
what it really means
as we float around space
on a cosmic bowling ball
if it means anything at all
inbetween paying bills
and taxes. How a world
can spin, seemingly
out of control.
I see those lads sometimes,
their little faces gleaming
through Facebook pictures,
Hubbie’s arm around
someone new
how well they look
after...
of cancer, leaving behind
a Husband, 2 young lads
and an ocean of emptiness
I asked big questions
what it really means
as we float around space
on a cosmic bowling ball
if it means anything at all
inbetween paying bills
and taxes. How a world
can spin, seemingly
out of control.
I see those lads sometimes,
their little faces gleaming
through Facebook pictures,
Hubbie’s arm around
someone new
how well they look
after...
#women
#LifeCycle
#aging
#pagan
#cancer
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TIME FLIES AS DO I (11-9-1995; Galveston Island, Texas)
it seems
the later i stay up
each night
the faster time
flys by
insomnia slings me
again and again
centrifugally
like a nocturnal throw of the dice
through a lopsided
elliptical orbit
increasingly further
around and beyond
all common sense and logic
beyond sleep s central
restorative processing experience
into the alchemical digestive enzymes
of tomorrow morning s
now fast approaching
first light
as i sail through these dark slippery...
the later i stay up
each night
the faster time
flys by
insomnia slings me
again and again
centrifugally
like a nocturnal throw of the dice
through a lopsided
elliptical orbit
increasingly further
around and beyond
all common sense and logic
beyond sleep s central
restorative processing experience
into the alchemical digestive enzymes
of tomorrow morning s
now fast approaching
first light
as i sail through these dark slippery...
#spiritual
#insomnia
#healing
#disability
#cancer
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PORCH CHIMES THINKING (4-3-1990; North Park, San Diego, California)
i listen to the porch chimes clinking
as a hearty spring wind plays them today
warm and steady
the wind massages everything
as the sun s heat
increases the circulation in all of life around me
stimulating animation in birds bugs and leaves
yet here i sit on couch in shade
perpetually ill for so long now it seems
obsessed with my gradually
ever increasingly fading away
too weak to bear the touch of sun these days
i sit here in fever in fear
sixth day
persistently unravelling ever further still
with all my incessant...
as a hearty spring wind plays them today
warm and steady
the wind massages everything
as the sun s heat
increases the circulation in all of life around me
stimulating animation in birds bugs and leaves
yet here i sit on couch in shade
perpetually ill for so long now it seems
obsessed with my gradually
ever increasingly fading away
too weak to bear the touch of sun these days
i sit here in fever in fear
sixth day
persistently unravelling ever further still
with all my incessant...
#anxiety
#depression
#illness
#disability
#cancer
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The Poetry Won't Bring You Back (Audio w/music)
I recorded a poem I wrote for my mom (who died of brain cancer is 2020) over non copywritten music I found online. The recording begins with an old voicemail that's only about 47 seconds of my mom calling me and saying how she loves me and misses my voice then the music starts and I recite the poem.
#mother
#death
#memories
#nostalgia
#cancer
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The Poetry Won’t Bring You Back
Pouring over these former letters
Reactivating the potency of my emotions
How do I keep the memory of you alive
What good is it to look in rearview
I can’t help but reminisce again
When every word is a snapshot from my heart
Writing to commemorate, honor, and ache for you
Another letter, another year, another moment I feel the lack
So many words to express my love
Yet no matter what I say, the poetry won’t bring you back
Speaking like floral arrangements at the grave of another memory
When there’s so much I wish you...
Reactivating the potency of my emotions
How do I keep the memory of you alive
What good is it to look in rearview
I can’t help but reminisce again
When every word is a snapshot from my heart
Writing to commemorate, honor, and ache for you
Another letter, another year, another moment I feel the lack
So many words to express my love
Yet no matter what I say, the poetry won’t bring you back
Speaking like floral arrangements at the grave of another memory
When there’s so much I wish you...
#sadness
#mother
#death
#anniversary
#cancer
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You Called
You didn’t have much to say
But you tried
It’s a start
It doesn’t matter
That there’s not much time left
But you tried
It’s a start
It doesn’t matter
That there’s not much time left
#mother
#forgiveness
#abuse #cancer
#abuse #cancer
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One Voice
Reaching across this void
On the other side of a reality
Fractures in our perspectives
Brokenness from different points of view
Learning to see eye to eye
In this world of sight that is our blindness
The fight of faith is trained in these trials
As we sojourn on in this world of pain and prolonged miles
Mountains protrude and boast of their glory
But this is just the beginning of your recovery story
What the enemy intends for evil, God will turn to a testimony of truth
He is not the author of the affliction but a...
On the other side of a reality
Fractures in our perspectives
Brokenness from different points of view
Learning to see eye to eye
In this world of sight that is our blindness
The fight of faith is trained in these trials
As we sojourn on in this world of pain and prolonged miles
Mountains protrude and boast of their glory
But this is just the beginning of your recovery story
What the enemy intends for evil, God will turn to a testimony of truth
He is not the author of the affliction but a...
#love
#Christian
#spiritual
#healing
#cancer
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Summer Will Say Goodbye
I didn’t expect an exactness
We’ve known
The time you have left
Is numbered
I just figured there would be … time
When grandma died on Christmas
It made every birthday of Christ
Different
Sad
Desolate
Over time
I would learn to smile again
Accept the gift of memories
And not dread the holidays
Now I’m going to have to relearn summer
Basking in the sun
(who am I kidding, I don’t)
Sunshine
Fun days
Turning into somedays
Someday…
I’m not ready...
We’ve known
The time you have left
Is numbered
I just figured there would be … time
When grandma died on Christmas
It made every birthday of Christ
Different
Sad
Desolate
Over time
I would learn to smile again
Accept the gift of memories
And not dread the holidays
Now I’m going to have to relearn summer
Basking in the sun
(who am I kidding, I don’t)
Sunshine
Fun days
Turning into somedays
Someday…
I’m not ready...
#mother
#death
#cancer
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