Poems About Cancer Published by Members Recently Online
#cancer
nightbirdblue
enbyblue
enbyblue
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
43 reads
6 Comments
nightbirdblue
enbyblue
enbyblue
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
43 reads
6 Comments
nightbirdblue
enbyblue
enbyblue
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
43 reads
6 Comments
nightbirdblue
enbyblue
enbyblue
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
43 reads
6 Comments
nightbirdblue
enbyblue
enbyblue
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
43 reads
6 Comments
Northern_Soul
-Missy-
-Missy-
Poem Published
12th Apr 2024 9:30am
12th Apr 2024 9:30am
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
66 reads
3 Comments
Northern_Soul
-Missy-
-Missy-
Poem Published
12th Apr 2024 9:30am
12th Apr 2024 9:30am
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
66 reads
3 Comments
Northern_Soul
-Missy-
-Missy-
Poem Published
12th Apr 2024 9:30am
12th Apr 2024 9:30am
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
66 reads
3 Comments
Northern_Soul
-Missy-
-Missy-
Poem Published
12th Apr 2024 9:30am
12th Apr 2024 9:30am
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
66 reads
3 Comments
Northern_Soul
-Missy-
-Missy-
Poem Published
12th Apr 2024 9:30am
12th Apr 2024 9:30am
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
66 reads
3 Comments
Green_Arrow
Poem Published
21st Dec 2021 1:42pm
21st Dec 2021 1:42pm
The Poor Guy Placed The Rose
The
poor guy
placed the rose
on where his wife
had finally died from cancer.
poor guy
placed the rose
on where his wife
had finally died from cancer.
#death
#fiction
#FreeVerse
#emotional
#cancer
363 reads
0 Comments
Green_Arrow
Poem Published
21st Dec 2021 1:42pm
21st Dec 2021 1:42pm
The Poor Guy Placed The Rose
The
poor guy
placed the rose
on where his wife
had finally died from cancer.
poor guy
placed the rose
on where his wife
had finally died from cancer.
#death
#fiction
#FreeVerse
#emotional
#cancer
363 reads
0 Comments
DU Poetry : Poems About Cancer Published by Members Recently Online
