Poems About Cancer Seeking Honest Critique
#cancer
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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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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DU Poetry : Poems About Cancer Seeking Honest Critique