Poems About Cancer Published by Members Recently Online
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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
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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
438 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
438 reads
0 Comments
Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
7th Feb 2022 11:24am
7th Feb 2022 11:24am
Allie
There's no proper time line
for how this is supposed to work
I miss you
And yet
I wouldn't change
the way things fell apart
you gave me strength
even when you weren't around
to see how we all shattered
and put ourselves back together
like mismatched puzzle pieces
that look like a whole picture
as long as you don't stand too close
to the cracks and shadows
But I'd be lying if I said
your death didn't break me
adrenline overriding fear and grief
sitting with you
waiting...
for how this is supposed to work
I miss you
And yet
I wouldn't change
the way things fell apart
you gave me strength
even when you weren't around
to see how we all shattered
and put ourselves back together
like mismatched puzzle pieces
that look like a whole picture
as long as you don't stand too close
to the cracks and shadows
But I'd be lying if I said
your death didn't break me
adrenline overriding fear and grief
sitting with you
waiting...
#love
#grief
#death #cancer
#death #cancer
355 reads
2 Comments
Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
7th Feb 2022 11:24am
7th Feb 2022 11:24am
Allie
There's no proper time line
for how this is supposed to work
I miss you
And yet
I wouldn't change
the way things fell apart
you gave me strength
even when you weren't around
to see how we all shattered
and put ourselves back together
like mismatched puzzle pieces
that look like a whole picture
as long as you don't stand too close
to the cracks and shadows
But I'd be lying if I said
your death didn't break me
adrenline overriding fear and grief
sitting with you
waiting...
for how this is supposed to work
I miss you
And yet
I wouldn't change
the way things fell apart
you gave me strength
even when you weren't around
to see how we all shattered
and put ourselves back together
like mismatched puzzle pieces
that look like a whole picture
as long as you don't stand too close
to the cracks and shadows
But I'd be lying if I said
your death didn't break me
adrenline overriding fear and grief
sitting with you
waiting...
#love
#grief
#death #cancer
#death #cancer
355 reads
2 Comments
Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
7th Feb 2022 11:24am
7th Feb 2022 11:24am
Allie
There's no proper time line
for how this is supposed to work
I miss you
And yet
I wouldn't change
the way things fell apart
you gave me strength
even when you weren't around
to see how we all shattered
and put ourselves back together
like mismatched puzzle pieces
that look like a whole picture
as long as you don't stand too close
to the cracks and shadows
But I'd be lying if I said
your death didn't break me
adrenline overriding fear and grief
sitting with you
waiting...
for how this is supposed to work
I miss you
And yet
I wouldn't change
the way things fell apart
you gave me strength
even when you weren't around
to see how we all shattered
and put ourselves back together
like mismatched puzzle pieces
that look like a whole picture
as long as you don't stand too close
to the cracks and shadows
But I'd be lying if I said
your death didn't break me
adrenline overriding fear and grief
sitting with you
waiting...
#love
#grief
#death #cancer
#death #cancer
355 reads
2 Comments
Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
7th Feb 2022 11:24am
7th Feb 2022 11:24am
Allie
There's no proper time line
for how this is supposed to work
I miss you
And yet
I wouldn't change
the way things fell apart
you gave me strength
even when you weren't around
to see how we all shattered
and put ourselves back together
like mismatched puzzle pieces
that look like a whole picture
as long as you don't stand too close
to the cracks and shadows
But I'd be lying if I said
your death didn't break me
adrenline overriding fear and grief
sitting with you
waiting...
for how this is supposed to work
I miss you
And yet
I wouldn't change
the way things fell apart
you gave me strength
even when you weren't around
to see how we all shattered
and put ourselves back together
like mismatched puzzle pieces
that look like a whole picture
as long as you don't stand too close
to the cracks and shadows
But I'd be lying if I said
your death didn't break me
adrenline overriding fear and grief
sitting with you
waiting...
#love
#grief
#death #cancer
#death #cancer
355 reads
2 Comments
Northern_Soul
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
147 reads
3 Comments
Northern_Soul
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
147 reads
3 Comments
Northern_Soul
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
147 reads
3 Comments
Northern_Soul
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
147 reads
3 Comments
Northern_Soul
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
147 reads
3 Comments
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