Poems About Cancer Seeking Honest Critique
#cancer
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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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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Conjoined
What are we decomposed of?
The body made of composites of decay
Skin like a green house to harvest death
Toxins permeate beyond the surface
This carcass a womb for growths like leeches
Gradually siphoning life from the eyes
Starving the host as it reproduces
Offspring of this world of curses
Doesn’t it have its father’s lies?
Parasites of suffering
Microscopic weapons of this invisible war
Coupled with the voice of doubt
Disease takes hold
Alive in subjugation to the kill
Resentments made manifest with...
The body made of composites of decay
Skin like a green house to harvest death
Toxins permeate beyond the surface
This carcass a womb for growths like leeches
Gradually siphoning life from the eyes
Starving the host as it reproduces
Offspring of this world of curses
Doesn’t it have its father’s lies?
Parasites of suffering
Microscopic weapons of this invisible war
Coupled with the voice of doubt
Disease takes hold
Alive in subjugation to the kill
Resentments made manifest with...
#spiritual
#addiction
#illness
#MentalHealth
#cancer
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Frome
Frome
He gets the call,
clear as crystal,
the silver threads of smoke,
clouds above his coffee -
they turn cold.
Forty eight hours,
she says,
not more,
no more left,
she says.
And I remember that call
for my Mother,
gangrene and morphine,
remember who made it,
how their voice was veiled in light,
crackled in the emptiness
between them and I.
This isn't that call,
it's his,
his son,
his cancer,
his blood pooling in the sink,
his forty eight hours
stretched thin with...
He gets the call,
clear as crystal,
the silver threads of smoke,
clouds above his coffee -
they turn cold.
Forty eight hours,
she says,
not more,
no more left,
she says.
And I remember that call
for my Mother,
gangrene and morphine,
remember who made it,
how their voice was veiled in light,
crackled in the emptiness
between them and I.
This isn't that call,
it's his,
his son,
his cancer,
his blood pooling in the sink,
his forty eight hours
stretched thin with...
#grief
#death
#cancer
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For Sophia
Hey cancer
Are you in there?
Spreading your tentacles
Getting ready for the massacre
Yeah. FUCK OFF.
And grow a pair
You are not welcome here
I’m going to reach inside
and pull you the fuck outta me
I’m coming to get you
Run and hide
I know it’s hurting
I know you’re in camouflage
So you can stealth spread
All around my liver and bones and brain
Like a big ole cancer goulash stew
Dripping with blood and cells and gristle and pieces of teeth and fluid that shouldn’t be there
I...
Are you in there?
Spreading your tentacles
Getting ready for the massacre
Yeah. FUCK OFF.
And grow a pair
You are not welcome here
I’m going to reach inside
and pull you the fuck outta me
I’m coming to get you
Run and hide
I know it’s hurting
I know you’re in camouflage
So you can stealth spread
All around my liver and bones and brain
Like a big ole cancer goulash stew
Dripping with blood and cells and gristle and pieces of teeth and fluid that shouldn’t be there
I...
#strength
#courage
#LifeChangingMoment #cancer
#LifeChangingMoment #cancer
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face no. 1
my face has cancer
i mean literally
this hole in my jaw
that just bleeds
and bleeds
it looks like
i shot myself
and fucked that up
too
but i don't have the guts
for that
i want to pretend
like that's a thumbprint
from god
where he made me
with loving hands
a unique and tender soul
worthy of love
but who stops in a museum
to study defects
and what kind of sculptor
leaves a thumbprint
on the face?
i mean literally
this hole in my jaw
that just bleeds
and bleeds
it looks like
i shot myself
and fucked that up
too
but i don't have the guts
for that
i want to pretend
like that's a thumbprint
from god
where he made me
with loving hands
a unique and tender soul
worthy of love
but who stops in a museum
to study defects
and what kind of sculptor
leaves a thumbprint
on the face?
#myself
#cancer
#SelfWorth
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We can go through cancer, my dear!
Don't give up, my dear sunshine;
your pain is like a knife to me,
your weary face expecting times,
when healthy you will be.
You are a hero on a quest
to regain your cozy smile,
and may your eyes find rest
but because they are alive;
beyond the lengthy struggle,
when each second is eternal,
hopeful trouble; gently huggle
me, in my love maternal.
Love that won't give up;
for we will find the root...
when the horror stops
you'll win a fresh route... ...
your pain is like a knife to me,
your weary face expecting times,
when healthy you will be.
You are a hero on a quest
to regain your cozy smile,
and may your eyes find rest
but because they are alive;
beyond the lengthy struggle,
when each second is eternal,
hopeful trouble; gently huggle
me, in my love maternal.
Love that won't give up;
for we will find the root...
when the horror stops
you'll win a fresh route... ...
#hope
#courage
#inspirational
#cancer
#determination
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My cancer superhero
A sudden glimpse of trains is hitting
but the avenue is rainy, colder
than my hopes that, weeping,
give you my homely shoulder.
Years passing in the mirror,
a reflection of a retro car,
is your death approaching near?
My cancer hero superstar.
A nebulae fogging eyes,
fragile guitar resting shyly,
politely my heart ignites
your gentleness but why...him?
You never loved as kindly
yet caressed my hoping face.
A videotape is now rewinding,
after disappearance erased.
Your lengthy hair fell down, ...
but the avenue is rainy, colder
than my hopes that, weeping,
give you my homely shoulder.
Years passing in the mirror,
a reflection of a retro car,
is your death approaching near?
My cancer hero superstar.
A nebulae fogging eyes,
fragile guitar resting shyly,
politely my heart ignites
your gentleness but why...him?
You never loved as kindly
yet caressed my hoping face.
A videotape is now rewinding,
after disappearance erased.
Your lengthy hair fell down, ...
#love
#grief
#hope
#cancer
#fear
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Flawed
Scarred
Altered
Damaged
Cursed
Confused
Thrown
Enraged
Screwed
Blithe
Unkind
Harsh
Life
Altered
Damaged
Cursed
Confused
Thrown
Enraged
Screwed
Blithe
Unkind
Harsh
Life
#cancer
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You
Restless I lay here
Yesterday on repeat
Don't regret
regret
regret
Should, would, could
Questioning decisions made
Please shut up
shut up
shut up
Relax and breath
Close eye's tight
Don't get up
get up
get up
Things did and didn't
But always remember
How I loved
I loved
I loved
You.
Yesterday on repeat
Don't regret
regret
regret
Should, would, could
Questioning decisions made
Please shut up
shut up
shut up
Relax and breath
Close eye's tight
Don't get up
get up
get up
Things did and didn't
But always remember
How I loved
I loved
I loved
You.
#cancer
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Grey Sanctity as Summer Fades
Heat wave climaxed
Last rays of summer descending
Melancholy on a perch
Waiting to swoop in
I'll be good with that
Melanoma robbed me of summer joy
10 years a survivor
Walking the shady side of the street
There's still baseball to be played
Cool evenings
The mango finally sweet
A black merino wool v-neck in waiting
Last rays of summer descending
Melancholy on a perch
Waiting to swoop in
I'll be good with that
Melanoma robbed me of summer joy
10 years a survivor
Walking the shady side of the street
There's still baseball to be played
Cool evenings
The mango finally sweet
A black merino wool v-neck in waiting
#dark
#inspirational
#summer
#fall
#cancer
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To Walk on Water
Faith is an act of lying supine,
and motionless, torso yielded,
bare skin cold in a blue and white room
of soft voices tittering about
bare skin recoiling from the idea
of a surgeon with a scalpel in hand.
When a man is carried away against his will,
hands flail and grab whatever are about,
my fingers reach for and wrap around
the door jambs of unsurrendered problems.
I am Isaac, elbows bound, bewildered
by the sight of a dagger overhead
I am...
and motionless, torso yielded,
bare skin cold in a blue and white room
of soft voices tittering about
bare skin recoiling from the idea
of a surgeon with a scalpel in hand.
When a man is carried away against his will,
hands flail and grab whatever are about,
my fingers reach for and wrap around
the door jambs of unsurrendered problems.
I am Isaac, elbows bound, bewildered
by the sight of a dagger overhead
I am...
#faith
#illness
#cancer
#determination
#pandemic
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DU Poetry : Poems About Cancer Seeking Honest Critique