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.
nightbirdblue
Poem Published
16th Apr 2024 8:13pm
16th Apr 2024 8:13pm
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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AspergerPoet56
Poem Published
16th Apr 2024 5:10pm
16th Apr 2024 5:10pm
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
116 reads
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
13th Apr 2024 2:32am
13th Apr 2024 2:32am
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
520 reads
brokentitanium
k.
k.
Poem Published
12th Apr 2024 2:09pm
12th Apr 2024 2:09pm
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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12 Comments
OyateInyanNajin
Poem Published
12th Apr 2024 1:06am
12th Apr 2024 1:06am
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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OyateInyanNajin
Poem Published
9th Apr 2024 00:57am
9th Apr 2024 00:57am
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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ClovenTongue34
Poem Published
31st Mar 2024 2:55am
31st Mar 2024 2:55am
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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ClovenTongue34
Poem Published
28th Mar 2024 6:29am
28th Mar 2024 6:29am
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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ClovenTongue34
Poem Published
6th Feb 2024 7:49pm
6th Feb 2024 7:49pm
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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ClovenTongue34
Poem Published
5th Feb 2024 4:20pm
5th Feb 2024 4:20pm
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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0 Comments
tell_me_wy
Poem Published
30th Dec 2023 11:46pm
30th Dec 2023 11:46pm
After cancer
I woke up today;
I woke up:
Surprised,
Thrilled,
Terrified.
But,
By the Grace of God,
I still woke.
I woke up:
Glad;
To be able to move,
And taste,
And think,
And hum,
And simply do
Many
Of the most
Pointless and inane
Delights
That humans do;
I woke up
Angry;
Angry at the state of the world;
That wars are,
That hunger persists,
That death is;
That my coworkers
Are so swift with their words,
So frivolous with their callous...
I woke up:
Surprised,
Thrilled,
Terrified.
But,
By the Grace of God,
I still woke.
I woke up:
Glad;
To be able to move,
And taste,
And think,
And hum,
And simply do
Many
Of the most
Pointless and inane
Delights
That humans do;
I woke up
Angry;
Angry at the state of the world;
That wars are,
That hunger persists,
That death is;
That my coworkers
Are so swift with their words,
So frivolous with their callous...
#depression
#hope
#cancer
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15 Comments
ImperfectedStone
The Gardener
The Gardener
Poem Published
30th Oct 2023 2:48pm
30th Oct 2023 2:48pm
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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