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Poem Details | by Poet M.e. |
Categories: cancer, cry, death of a friend, devotion, encouraging, women,

Worst Love Poem Ever Written

I suck at dying poems
Chemo poems, Metastatic Cancer poems,
Hair falling out in the shower poems
 
And I told a half truth
When I told you I could write you one
In less than six months (It's been eight)
I apologize for being so late

I wanted your poem to be pink and graceful
Like those ribbons
I see all over the internet
Filled with cheesy generic rhymes
That could get me hired by Hallmark

 I just know my metaphors will start melting
And that my similes will get all soft
 I guarantee you the rhyme meter will be off

I went to Google
And the typed in the word 'happy'
Three billion things came up
Not a single inference to
Breast cancer, hair loss
No redirects to mastectomies

The only thing research could teach me
Is that a good day on chemo
Is when your stool doesn't come out tar Black
And has no blood in it
Or when your urine
Smells better on Wednesday
Than it did on Tuesday
Sleeping less than 12 hours
When 24 would be better

Still I refuse to finish this poem
Without something bright and hopeful
And I know I'm doing a horrible job

America has more poets
Than it does alcoholics
   And Pot smokers combined
And you chose me to be
Your Breast Cancer
Poet Laureate
Trusting me to write a poem
About the biggest battle in your life

And don't think
I didn't notice your Facebook activity
Had decreased by 88%
In the last three months

And you aren't really
Coming to any more of my poetry shows
Ever againAre you??
But we still have January, February

And how do you write
A Breast Cancer poem
With no references to breast
(I get embarrassed)
 That would be some kind of Oxymoron
I guess

But even if you had one breast
Or no breast
or if you had less hair than I do
I promise to look only in your eyes
And never ever even notice
Or even think about it
And never for a moment
Would I feel sorry for you
Yes I suck at lying too...

But I don't suck at loving you
Or at hoping you wake up tomorrow morning
 With no Cancer at all
And that The Eiffel Tower will be right outside
Your bedroom window...
And I would be right there with you
Holding your hand while we look down on Paris
And you can impress me with your French again

And if I ever make it
To the Pulitzer Poetry board
I might lose a thousand points
Just for this poem alone
And my hopes for the prize will be smitten
And some old person with white hair will say
That this was the worst love poem ever written


Poem Details | by Rob Schulteis |
Categories: anxiety, beauty, cancer, death, love,

With Angels Wings

"With Angels Wings"

The whispering winds, a song they sing

A song of sorrow and of a heart so big 

Your love reaches as far as the eye can see

I believe in dreams because in my heart, you beat

Just as a gentle breeze shimmers every leaf

Your love, in every heart, plants a seed

Elegance, love and hope is what grows beneath

And this is your gift to us....

For safe keeping.

So...if you ever wonder why heaven sings

It's because now you fly...

      With Angels Wings


Poem Details | by Sabrina Niday Hansel |
Categories: absence, angst, cancer, change, child, courage, cry, dad, daughter, death, dedication, emotions, eulogy, family, farewell, father, father daughter, fathers day, feelings, first love, goodbye, grief, heart, heartbroken, heaven, hero, i love you, identity, inspiration, inspirational, journey, june, life, loss, love, memory, mentor, miss you, parents, pride, remember, sad, self, spiritual, strength, tribute,

I'm my Daddy Made Over

Dedicated to my Dad Jerry WNiday 3/20/1952 - 6/18/2013


I am who I am because of him
He’s the reason for my son’s name
He gave me my courage & my strength
To stand tall even when standing wasn’t easy
Stand for the ones who can’t
To think and fend for myself
I’m my Daddy made over

Taught me to fight back 
To never back down
How to pick myself back up
When I’ve been knocked down
Fight for what I believe
I’m my Daddy made over

He gave me my stubbornness 
Gave me my pride
Gave me my temper
Taught me not to take crap
To speak my mind to no matter who
Work for what I want
I’m my Daddy made over

How to keep my emotions in check
How to handle large amounts of pain
When in trouble he always had my back
He knew how my mind worked better than anyone
I got it from him
I’m my Daddy made over

Even though he’s gone
I’ll stand and continue on 
I may stumble I may fall 
May even get hurt along the way
But I’ll pick myself back up
I’ll dust myself off and stand tall
I’m honored and proud to say
I’m my Daddy made over


Sabrina Niday Hansel


Poem Details | by Sabrina Niday Hansel |
Categories: absence, angst, best friend, cancer, courage, cry, dad, daughter, death, dedication, emotions, eulogy, family, farewell, father, father daughter, fathers day, feelings, first love, goodbye, grief, heartbroken, heaven, hero, i love you, identity, inspirational, june, life, loss, lost, lost love, love, memory, mentor, miss you, missing you, mom, pain, parents, remember, sad, sad love, sister, slam, sorrow, soulmate, strength, tribute, urdu,

We Lost More Than a Dad

We lost more than just a Dad that day
We lost half of how we came to be
We lost we four girls first love
We lost our Best Friend

We lost more than just a Dad that day
Our Mom lost her Soul Mate, Her other half 
Our children lost their Papaw
We lost our family’s foundation 
We lost the glue that held us together

We lost more than just a Dad that day
We lost the Strongest man we ever knew 
We lost the man we looked up too
We lost we four girls Teacher of many things

We lost more than just a Dad that day
We four girls lost our Hero
We lost some of our Light
We lost part of our Heart
We lost part of our Soul

We lost more than just a Dad that day
We lost some of our Courage
We lost some of our Strength
We lost some of our will to fight back
We lost some of our will to carry on
We four girls lost more than a Dad
We lost more than just a Dad that day


Poem Details | by MAUREEN LEFANUE |
Categories: death, mother, me, love, me, cancer, grandchild,

A Mothers Last Goodbye

“Good-bye my daughter dear,” she said As tears welled up in her eyes “It’s time for me to go to sleep This must be no surprise The good Lord knows my battles And my health is ailing still He’s given me so many blessings I’ve passed them to you in my will I’m sad to say good-bye For we have shared much joy Remember me to Sarah My grandchild I love and enjoy I love you my daughter These years together have been sweet I’m so glad you love the Lord And again we will meet I’m not afraid of dying ‘Cause I know that in a while Christ will call me from my grave I feel my life has been worthwhile For I taught you to seek your Father To help you through every trial He’ll always be there to guide you With never a denial I leave you in His hands”, she said As she gently kissed her daughter’s hand Her eyes closed very slowly Against cancer she’d lost her stand She’d been a wonderful mother Teacher and true friend Faithful to her Lord And gracious to the end. Copyright © Maureen LeFanue 2007-2012


Poem Details | by Poet Destroyer A |
Categories: adventure, fantasy, romance, me, sweet, emotions, love, me, sweet, cancer, sensual,

Dear King-

# oi KING Mandalay

Influence by the element of air,
You had me at love’s first stare.

Ruled by the element of your water,
Emotions no one can slaughter.

You call upon me like a charmer,
Awaken me out of my outer body armor.

A cobra memorized by your romance,
With a trance of my belly snake dance,

I love your built confidence,
Flirtatiously lost in a hypnotic trance.

Sending a kiss to your sensitive toy,
One day you will be my silly boy.

Your dots fill up my sensual desire,
My passion adds burn to your fire.

I will add water to your thirst.
Motivate me; energize me, until I burst.

While the moon changes your mood,
Your key turns on my womanly jewels of nude.

All my emotions are out of control,
You roll me with the sweet dice of your soul.

A deep erotic ritual to feed the need.
Wanting more arousing the power of my greed.

I will aimlessly satisfy your pleasure of lust,
A loving environment absorbing the devils exotic dust.

Symbolizing our emotions and likes on the same level,
Your Cancer sign comes all twisted like a Tasmania devil.

Influencing the justice with my right hand muffet,
My Libra sign set on two strings like a puppet.

I will shove the love in to everything we speak of,
Secure my bloom with the wings of a dove.

Spoil me with your pride, and charisma of your heart,
Fantasize the beauty of the nature of our art.

Longing your slight touch with a hint of aggressive,
Around you I bury myself in the world of imaginative.

Your sign and element your gift thrives on me.
I exchange the feelings only you see.

Observe me; connect me, until you got my balance,
Have me, love me, and give me all your romance.

All though your ego gets in the way of truth.
My sweet love;-)  you are still the one I choose.


By: P.D.


Poem Details | by Cecilia Macfarlane |
Categories: angst, hope, life, life, life, love, together, cancer,

In Twenty Four Hours

In twenty four hours life can drastically change.....

One moment blissfully happy walking on cloud nine
Thinking life is beautiful and wonderful, oh so divine
Then something happens that fills you with despair
Feels like you have been sent to hell without a prayer

Maybe doctors tells you have some incurable disease
Up to the heavens you look, reciting desperate pleas
Or you have cancer and you must battle for your life
It is like being stabbed in the gut with an invisible knife

You find out the one you adore, no longer loves you
The life your shared together is suddenly bid adieu 
Or you lose a loved one, death causes so much pain
Barely holding self together, trying not to go insane

In twenty four hours life can drastically change.....

One moment living a life filled with sorrow and strife
Questioning your fate and the purpose of your life
Then somethings happens that fills you full of hope
A glimmer of an incline instead of a downward slope 

Your disease is treatable, quality of life still intact
You decide to fight with all you got, stop being attacked
Your cancer has gone into remission, life is yours once more 
You promise to live each moment fully, like you never did before

A person enters your life and shows you what love truly is about
This special love will last forever, this you know without a doubt
A newborn enters your life whom you cherish and adore
The unconditional love of a child, no one could ask for more.

In twenty four hours life can drastically change.....

It's how you chose to deal with life curves is what really matters
Try to be positive and not let negative thoughts rip you into shatters
Find the courage and the strength to face each day anew
Everyone has hurdles that their trying to live through

Their is always someone that is far worse off than you
Let family and friends help hold you together like glue
Remember you matter to those that hold you dear
Have faith and hope, don't let yourself succumb in fear

Don't dwell on yesterdays sorrows, for you can't change the past
Tomorrow is beyond our control and comes without being asked
Live for today and deal with each battle as they come
For your life is the last thing you should abstain from!


Poem Details | by arthur vaso |
Categories: cancer, health, hope, introspection, love, sick, sorrow,

Silent Killer

Kill the Silent One

(Silent Killer)


He has invaded, unseen
Lurking and silent
Evil destroying one and all
From cell to cell
Crawling underneath
Leaching blood and soul
Smiles are murdered
Futures destroyed
Families ruined
The silent one is a killer
Who must be killed

The order has been given
Command centre now on full alert
Maps perused and studied
Strategies contemplated
The invasion...........
Will be at early dawn

Men prepare their battle gear
The landing party both excited and nervous
Life depends on them
Ones death also looms
They have no guilt
No fear
For whom shall be killed
The silent one's days are numbered
Victory is their only option and concern
War has been declared
And
We shall overcome
The silent one

The dawn is approaching
The men kit up in their uniforms
Preparing equipment, double checking their instruments
They march forth ready to do to battle
At dawn, as the brightness above shines down upon them
They enter the theater of operations
Weapons ready

Doctors in full dress
Scrub nurses ready for action
Technicians monitoring vital signs
The battle has begun
More saline, clamps, increase IV, Scalpels
Blood stains the heroes of the moment
The end, a silence, a satisfaction, a tear
This patient can be declared
Cancer free

The silent one was murdered
Cancer removed
Life restored
Family rejoices
Tears and kisses
This battle won




Poem Details | by yashodara embogama |
Categories: cancer, death, hope, leaving, life, longing, love,

when i am gone

BEFORE I AM GONE

The breeze at dawn,
Whispering  secrets to birds, chirping  melodious lullabies,
Waking up to the touch of the first gleam of morning rays
Softly teasing my eyes..
Just the glance of a reflection
Of a living god
Walking along the corridor…
Making my heart racing..
The most amazing soul ever..
Wolverine  ears..ebony eyes..emerald green shirt..
With the stethoscope around the collar..
Why do I feel  like I have known you eternally
Those eyes full of kindness..
That beautiful smile,
Always illuminating a gloomy day..
those lips murmering words of humanity..
making my thoughts cherished,
After the darkness of a very long night
Missing you with bits and pieces of my heart
A new sun has rised,with a ray of new hope for the life..
Just like the Night dew clings to soil 
Making the plants glisten..
brightening my days,left, thinking of you..
You are the aroma of me being alive..
When my life was lamenting
For some more hard breathes
You were the one who made me encouraged,
To love the life,,
Because not everyone under the sun gets a second chance to live..
Walking towards me..
Uttering the most soothing words ever..
Making my heart beats faster and faster..
Looking into my pale brown eyes..
No,please..don't..
Im almost melting..
Praise the lord for not letting me stand by my own..
If not,I Would have melted on my knees..
Believe me,
Im under your charms..
Knowing that I don’t have enough breathes to love you..
Your warmth,now in my blood,
Just like
The 'Chemo' scorched veins, showing
That im still breathing,without a life..
 
Hoping, that Time would reveal, what lies ahead..
Even though,it is the bitter truth..
looking for a time machine,
capable of pausing the minutes.,
brickwall myself from the last breathe
Crying in my shadows..
that,
Forever is not a very long time for me..
Crying each day knowing that the days are getting shorter..
Doctor,I swear
When its time for me to leave..
Ill still believe..that,
This is an eternal one sided love which shall not die…
Till the sun grows cold..
Till the moon gets warm..
And the stars grow old…
 


Poem Details | by Buffy Sammons |
Categories: cancer, caregiving, emotions, feelings, love hurts, soulmate, together,

My whole heart

I will promise you to give my entire heart..
My Love, all I asked back is for you to give "us" a fresh start.
To breathe fresh life into my broken bones as well as our broken spirit to drip down into our very broken soul..
Giving me your tender touch, your arms wrapped around me, it really helps me continue towards a goal..
To fight for all that I believe only together we can beat.With our love I know that I can always face it, my sweet..
To my love, I ask you with all I am and and always will be..
You were my first true love and will be the last love that I ever have, and even then I could see..
I never used to believe in fate but the way you made for me fall for you so quickly it's always been you that I absolutely adore..
So I beg of you on bended knees just open up your eyes and look into mine the way I remember you did before..
You have my whole heart and have been my entire life so now my love, please just be..
My other half and what may come because there is no cause to my fight if you are not here with me..
Anything is possible my love, so just believe that we still have a future but more so, a here and now...
With your hand in mine together it gives me hope and faith that we could beat absolutely anything somehow..
You are and have been for so long, my entire family, my best friend, and the love of my life..
Nothing could have made me more proud than the day that I became your wife..
We have been going through an awful lot of bad times right now but never for one second think..
That we haven't had just as many good ones in fact a lot more great ones, it just reminds us that it can all be taken away in just a blink..
We can be happy again my love, I just know it, but from here on what I really do need..
Is positivity to keep me focused on your love for me, and strength to keep me up when the days get rough indeed..
I know it's been a lot to ask but I will promise to give you all of me, my love, from deep down in my heart, soul, and so very much more..
With you by my side I can only beat this so that we will can make new memories and together we will again soar..
Just please help me in this fight because I feel so alone in the darkness sometimes, so don't give up on me my love, for there will be no future for me, without you..
My world would be over without your arms holding me tight, your lips locked on mine, and my darling if you haven't noticed I am addicted to your eyes in my view..

Dedicated to my true soul mate Matthew..
I will love you forever and always..
Buffy Sammons
..Still fighting..3-25-2016



Poem Details | by Rhea Daniel Dear |
Categories: education, introspection, life, love, on writing and words, write, work, love, work, write, cancer,

I will not be late to work this morning

I will not be late to work today

I will get there on time
I will brush my teeth
Without singing songs
Without thinking about birthdays
About gymnasiums
About TAKS 
About sound
About war
Republicans
Democrats
Independents

I will get there on time
I will eat my oatmeal
Without thinking of 
Broken valentines
Strewn against a wooden
Fence 
Like dropped goblets
From a robbers pillowcase

I will be there before the bell rings
My papers will be checked
My hair will be combed
My mind will be alert 
Ready to begin my lesson

I will not wonder why
My oldest son doesn’t have a job
I will not pray too long
For my daughter who is taking the bar today
At 10:30 AM in New Orleans
I will not scar my knees wishing
For some alternate world
Where children are never neglected
Or hurt
Where there is no abandonment

What nonsense to try and order the world
Just get to work on time
Put your things in the car, your projector and 
The white binders that you didn’t look at
All weekend although you were supposed to check the papers and put the 
grades on the computer
I will leave now
Before it is impossible to
Be on time
I will cream my ashy ankles

I will not focus on the white
Cat on the black pillow
With the green eyes
I will not water the plant
I will not watch TV
I will not write poetry
Before work

I will not write poetry
Before work
I will get to work on time
I will be ready
I will not be daydreaming about fog
Wondering if I’ll get Alzheimer’s like my mother
Or colon cancer like my dad
I won’t be thinking about that stuff
I will be locking the front door and 
Closing the gate and clicking the clicker
And starting the car and leaving

I will not be in my living room
Wondering if there is any reason to love
Because I do not love for reason
I love because He first loved me
It is not incantations or intoxication
Or imagination it is my life and 
The structure will come with the
Clearness of Bajan water
So clear you can see the fish
Fly float across the Atlantic

It is time
This poem must end
I will not be late for work
This morning
Not for nothing
Not for nobody
Not for anything
Not for everything

This poem is over 
the work day begins



Poem Details | by David Schwent |
Categories: family, thank you, wife, day, love,

Dear Cancer

 
 
Dear Cancer, HiIts, David Schwent.
       Just dropping a line after the time we've spent
Together off and on and off agin.
      It has been a while since you have been
In contact with my wife, and so
      I wanted to catch up and let you know
That even though it was hard when you were here,
      It's difficult whithout you near.
Thank God we could help you pass on through,
      But we're still not done...you know you.
Beyond the surgeries and chemo and pain,
      There's a number of things that are never the same.
Her body, her health, her spirt, her mind:  
      I'll admit that your footprint is one of a kind.
Sick and tired of being sick and tired,
      Even though her recovery is oh-so admired.
She hurts and she aches and she gets so upset;
      That now that it's over it's not over yet                                                                       
I'll be the first to admit I was glad to see you go.
      Even then, though, there was no way I could know,
That even as much as I loved her before,
      Now that that you'd come and gone I found I loved her even more.
I'm really not one to toot my own horn,
      But I'd been loving her since the day I was born.
I told her I loved her day after day.
      Now, though, I find more than I can say.
When I wake up I love that she's still asleep,
      Or that I smell breakfast is ready to eat;
'Cause she's already up and stsrted her day,
      Thanks,Cancer, for breakfast I appreciate way-way,
More than I ever could have before
       Your tall dark shadow passed over our door.
And thanks for the drives while we're both holding hands.
       And the kids would say it,too,and be three more of your fans.
I'll explain to them later once they grow up.
       Right now Mom's just MomFor them taht's enough.
Me I'm pleased as pleased has ever been,
      Whenever her smile lights up the dim.
I love to feel hearts beating when I hold here so close
      But really what I love the most
Are the days that she's down and feeling her worst
      Can't get out of bed, tears about to burst.
In the direst of times, in the toughest of tough
      When the world falls apart and enough is enough
I still love her more then, than I ever did before.
      It's more,more and more.
So the long and the short of what I'm trying to say
      Is thanks, Cancer, for helping me love her this way.


Poem Details | by mike dailey |
Categories: health, hope, inspirational, life, philosophy, recovery from..., upliftingme, love, me, cancer,

The Truth

It’s true that I have cancer
Not true that it has me
For I choose to live my life
As full as it can be
It’s true they did some cutting
To get the cancer out
But I’m still fighting cancer
And it is quite a bout
It’s true that I’ll do chemo
And chemo makes you sick
While chemo kills the cancer
That’s not what makes me tick
For me, it’s love of family
My daughter and my wife
And I’ll have a brand new grandchild
And that – to me – is life
Each moment that I’m living
My love for them grows strong
And loving equals living
That’s what keeps me going on
So it’s true that I have cancer
Not true that it has me
And like a wise man said once
The truth shall set you free.


Poem Details | by Lu Loo |
Categories: cancer, death,

Love Can Never Be Redeemed

Before the roses withered cancer took her in vain, after the petals w i l t e d her scent never gone- For only one thing in his heart could ever remain, the way she used to sing that special love song, for he had known it had always been her all along. When you fall in love you awake to a new dream, and in loving her he could never go wrong- When your beloved dies, LOVE CAN NEVER BE REDEEMED. When they first met he thought he would go insane, Her eyes so big and brown with amber hair so long- For passion and romance in his heart were engrained, And t o g e t h e r in such harmony they both did belong, For a marriage proposal, he could not prolong. They bore a child and life became quite extreme, before they knew it that little girl already foregone- When your beloved dies, LOVE CAN NEVER BE REDEEMED At her grave he lingers hoping closure he’ll gain, But his head is telling him to try to be headstrong- For on his broken heart a crimson blood stain, And the d i s t a n c e seems to be forever farlongue. Wishing someone to pierce his heart with a prong. Through all the heartache they made the perfect team, Oh, once more if only he could hear that ol’ love song- When your beloved dies, LOVE CAN NEVER BE REDEEMED. After the petals w i l t e d her scent never gone, he shall never forget his beautiful wife Doreen- For he had known it had always been her all along, when your beloved dies, LOVE CAN NEVER BE REDEEMED. December 14, 2016


Poem Details | by Johnny Rhinem |
Categories: art, baby, cancer, love,

The Mad Hatter

Multiple choices with one last try, amid this myriads maze

Someone very dear unto myself asked me the other day

"Is the sun shining where you are?"

So I took a crystal glance, into an oblong box....

Actually I thought, as I peered ever closer into this warping glass

It all seemed somewhat cold, wet and gray!

Raindrops dripping from the mostly barren branches

And winding their way down the misted window, of panoramic views....

Hues reflecting, submitting, the paradigms of practices profound?

A darker shade, shades; rippling the prevailing winds

Which echo within this momentary passing, of paradoxical hands

Words of whispers, which seem so transparently clear

But only in the vague, of twilights turning....

As abstract, as the voices I have heard as of late!? 

While clinching leaves, left upon the transient trees

Tattered by the gust of times perpetual blinds, descend

Within these obtuse waters; like tossing waves about a churning sea

To and fro, amid the riptides, of teeterings dance and sway... 

While holding on like spoon fed birds, upon the precarious wires, of waverings way

Bathing in these open skies, of morellos want and need! 

A concord of sorts; this hearse of harmonies chords

Smatterings of immersed, within the funnels of fallings, from whence they breed

Shadows, dancing beyound the dimming lamp post lights

Crooked forms cast, as the silence begins to settle in....

For all is not always what it sometimes seems!?

And yet, there are some that still do stand, afore these chalkboard blocks

Always beholding the brighter promises, of the soon to be coming day ~

Theirs is no easily shaken reed, beneath these storms of seethe....

Where maliciousness is not within the window wells of proven

Sorrows, always sprinkled upon the platters, of these hell bent things?

The answers found within the prisms, of risings columns beyond the rain 

Inverted reflections, spiraling from the tainted gray grim skies

While these cankerous versions of resonatings darker light....

Subterranean realities, of the solar ecliptics matinee midnights, implode!   

Sitting upon my window ledge, an image, of the end of time

Hat in hand, with a familiar impish smile, and, the hollowest of eyes?

A reprise, of the wet, the cold, and the blue-black, day....

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

                                                 The Mad Hatter


Poem Details | by James Fraser |
Categories: brother, childhood, death, depression, family, father, health, husband, life, loss, lost love, love, mother, sad, son, wifemother, father, dad, parents, dad, father, mother, parents, cancer,

" The Life Of Me " page 1 of 2

My name is James, born 1961
In Inverness, a small Scots town
To my father Andrew, and my mother Beryl
And Billy my brother, a pair of devils
 
In 67, we woke one night
Our house was ablaze, full of orange light
Our neighbour next door, for whatever reason
Started a fire, it must be crazy season
 
We had too move to a caravan park
By this time it,s three, to make a new start
My mother Beryl decide to leave
But the three of us left, never bothered to grieve
 
In the next few weeks, we ended in court
Two small children, in a marriage abort
We were asked to choose either Dad or Mum
But we ignored the parent, who went on the run
 
As we left the court, to start a new life
We felt sorry for Dad, as his illness was rife
He never told us that he was unwell
It would upset one of his boys, as the future will tell
 
Then came the night all parents dread;
Being told one of his boys is nearly dead
We were going to a boys club, on a Monday night
My brother was running so far out of sight
 
I turned the corner to see him ahead
No!! he's been hit by a van, Boom's  Boom's dead
I ran to my father, sreaming and crying
I'm finding my life,at 7 - far too trying
 
After the funeral, and with my father unwell
We left Inverness, our eyes a swell
To go as two, and not three as before
It's like Mother Nature closed a door
 
So we headed west, to a place called Fort William
Was it in the stars, cause Billy " is " William
We moved there, as the air was so pure
Hoping my father will find his cure
 
For whatever reason, we left the above
We found no Angel or peaceful dove
So we headed back to Inverness
Fathers health decreasing, life still a stress
 
Over the next few years, i was fostered and loaned
In couples houses and children's homes
It was really strange in all those places
Different people, different faces

Then on the 16th of Feb - 76,
James, i was told, your dads very sick.
The cancer had taken your father away
To be with Billy, where you'll join them one day

In 77, i joined the Navy, as i promised my dad you see
I did'nt enjoy it, i decided to leave 
Back up north, where my futures to be 
I wanted to have, what my parents had lost 
And that was my aim, no matter the cost

see page 2 of 2, ty..


http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/me.php


Poem Details | by Jill Martin |
Categories: friendship, funny, life, love, cancer,

Chemo Fun

Sitting in the backseat ~ yackety
she drives like
    crackers ~ wackedy
speeding to the movies?
we can’t be late?
Driver ahead asleep at the
    light
panic stop she makes ~ 5 seatbelts lock
But the 
backlash!.........flying wig
plops smack in my lap
Screaming fits of laughter all around.
Late to the movies after all,
    not nearly as good.




Dedicated to my friend, Kate.
Breast cancer survivor.


Poem Details | by Berteena Harmony Of The Soul |
Categories: bereavement, cancer, grief, loss, lost love, native american, tribute,

Windwalker

I
knew a Tiger
who swam with dolphins
along the razor’s edge

and
meditated with a yellow bird
under his honey’s tree
in a west coast garden.

A
rare breed
from an indigenous
creed.

His
poetic wisdom
written with
zen.

He
sung his songs
in syllables:
5-7-5 and 5-7-5-7-7.

His
beloved’s last kiss
left him fragrant roses
when she crossed over.

Where
did our
Windwalker
go?

Lava
beads, sky lanterns,
and a beautiful
rainbow.

Is
he crying with Coyotes
to the moon or on
heaven’s Windswept Shore?

I
knew a Tiger
who walked
with the wind.



by Berteena
Harmony of the Soul
PoetrySoup Poem of the Day - January 29, 2019


Poem Details | by jacque lee |
Categories: family, love, mother, today,

Today ( In loving memory of my stepmum Jem) who had terminal cancer.

What's most inportant in life?...today
not tomorow but now,
Now is for living, loving, giving...today
yesterday has memories good and bad
but today is for you and Dad.
You see people rushing, pushing, shoving
everyone in a hurry,
wishing the time away.
If only they would stop and think
they're wishing their lives away,
I want to stop them and say
tomorow is not inportant,
live for...today
That's what's inportant, 
they should stop and think
It is today that matters,
Every day there is new life
in leaves and flowers
We must enjoy every waking moment
To wake up to the sun shinning through the windows,
the warmth it brings
the birds that sing
children laughing
people chattering
smiling.
Jem you are in our thoughts each day
you are very special, 
so go on live for......TODAY and TODAY
and TODAY and TODAY and TODAY............................


Poem Details | by Emily Kroeger |
Categories: death, life, loss, love, sad, sympathy, time

The Cancer

I've watched her vanish and dietirate into withering roses.

The pain that takes over her body is spreading fast and furious,

and only weakens her!

How can she bring so much light into a room of darkend souls, with her smile,

When she has only those two weeks to remain?

Why her a mother and new bride?

She doesnt want to miss a thing in her young boys lifes.

But..she already knows how it will be and how it will come.

Six days, six days she had before the death withen her took 

one last breath, and she vanished into the atmosphere and left.


Poem Details | by Brian Byrne |
Categories: cancer, death, deep, depression, flower, loss, love, metaphor,

Daisy

Daisy.
there she lay
planted beneath the soft, brittle earth

I remember picking you
no roses or tulips
just Daisy.

I was the gardener—
your gardener
what now shall I water

I cry in hopes my tears
will make you sprout
come out of your flowerbed

white and pure
yellow and cheery
green and new

I knew you were wilting
I saw you lose your petals
your eyes lost their vibrant glow

small and feeble
easily carried by the wind
you died within my gloves

now you are back where you began 
the dark, eerie ground
but this time

Daisy

 you won’t grow






Poem Details | by Johnny Rhinem |
Categories: art, baby, cancer, love,

Autumn's Legacy

Gazing from afar, amid still frame silence...
Watching her making way unto the parks bench
Blue skies taking a drag from my cigarette; sketching
Divinities staircase within my mind; transcending this Autumn's
Canvas but a silhouette her bridals path winding, through a breath..
Reaching out her gentle hand whileas a white dove, the symbol of love 
Descends from it's perch atop porcelain clouds to drink, from this her tears
Pangful spheres risen from a crystal heart; cast aside yesteryears cherub wings...
She awaits endless dreams; to awaken from this valley of broken things; her beauty.

                                                                    
 


Poem Details | by Cindi Rockwell |
Categories: cancer, daughter, family, love, mother, mother daughter,

What Lasts

I stare at my baby’s perfect bald head,
Watching her chest rise and fall,
Her precious lips poised for her next feeding.
I wonder if this is my last sleepless night spent drinking in her infantile perfection.

My little girl starts Kindergarten today,
Pretty plaid dress and sparkly shoes,
A backpack with her favorite princess on it.
I wonder if this is my last time knowing that she’ll miss me as much as I’ll miss her.

I just left my beautiful protege at college,
A new dorm room with movie posters
And everything important to her proudly displayed.
I wonder if this is the last time she’ll call our house her home.

The amazing woman I birthed is 23.
Cancer now consumes her body
And my time, driving to chemo, holding her hand, praying until my knees give out.
I wonder if this is the last treatment — the one that will end her pain.

I stare at my baby’s perfect bald head,
Reminded of when she was a newborn.
But this time I’m not feeling the joy, only fear.
I wonder if this will be the last time I hold this exceptional soul in my arms.

I stare at the lovely woman beneath my tree,
Her short, curly hair a welcome change,
Making her blue eyes sparkle even more than the Christmas lights.
And I am certain this will not be the last time I thank my God for a miracle.

November 28, 2018


Poem Details | by Mike Toole |
Categories: cancer, death, encouraging, friendship love, health, hope, trust,

Towards Deaths Door and Back

I hope this letter, to you, a stranger 
Becomes a letter to a friend 
As we travel on this journey to its end
Yes we’ll start off as mere strangers
Trying to share the selfsame track
And what matter, if you stray a little
For I'll just lift you up and bring you back
I will steady you if you stumble 
Catch you if you fall 
Hold your hand when you get weary 
Guide and protect you through it all
Oh I pray you learn to love life with a passion
With a zest and inner smiles
For that in truth, is the secret fuel
That will drive you countless miles  
If  loving life is too hard right now
If deep worry spreads across your brow
And your health is not as good at it might be
Well don’t fret my new - found friend
Just stay with me until the end
And that youthfulness will bloom again you’ll see
Together we will tackle any fear
Banish doubts when they are near
Grow a smile when one is lacking
For you have always got my backing 
I’ll help you always go the extra mile
Help you scale mountaintops in style
Then I sincerely promise you will find 
Life will love you back in kind
In more ways than you would ever guess
Adding life to years and years to life no less
For your circumstances always follow thought
And a life worth living is never cheaply bought
I’ll keep you on the straight and narrow 
If you will but let me take the lead
As if we stick together on the journey 
We cannot fail but to succeed 
And  no longer will we be strangers
But partners till the end
Now that’s a heart felt promise to a friend 




Poem Details | by M Braimah Saaka |
Categories: cancer, death, love,

Goodbye - for EAW

So She knew
That declaration of love
It took me by surprise
We hadn’t spoken for decades
The cut off when I didn’t reply
Later the daily prayers she sent up
I still did not know
Then the bald picture
It frightened me
She asked how I liked it
I replied in silence
She sensed my shock and lied
Its my new hair style
I completely missed it
She called to say Happy D died
I was sad and cried a little
We grew up together
They were both my (girl)friends
She asked me to send a donation
Then sent pictures at the funeral
She looked healthy with her white smile
When we parted as teenagers
That smile always stayed with me
We used to be mischievous
Playing in the rain all wet
Everybody knew then she left
And now two more pictures
She had lost a lot of weight
I barely recognized her
A gold ring on her withered hand
A grandchild on the other
They were dressing for church
Several months passed
I called again in vain
Finally the news came
She was gone …
She couldn’t wait for me
I have been thinking of her
Those days long long ago
I would wait up to catch a glimpse
Or perhaps to talk as she came by
I remember her other leaving
Like this one without goodbye
She had shielded me again
I just now caught on


Poem Details | by Crystal Seals |
Categories: devotion, faith, inspirational, life, love, people, seasons, time, jesus, me, sin, today, cancer,

Soul Ties

Soul ties are tight like crazy glue.Who could ever get through?Stuck twisted,and  
bonded,can't really hide it.
Soul ties:listening to the continuous lies and the fake alibis underneath that dark 
disguise.
Soul ties are so deep that they cause me to creep.Making me feel so cheap 
inside where the Holy Ghost can't abide.Because there is so much sin inside of 
me,causing my maker to turn away due to the sin I've created that burdens Him  
everyday.
Soul ties are like cancer that will cause you not to answer the call of the parakleet.
Come and be restored.Take the mindset to be free and walk into God's liberty.
Soul ties can make or breaker you.A soul tie with our maker is burden-lifter and a 
yoke breaker;the finisher of all my fights with much delight.I don't have to fight 
anymore.
A soul tie can make or break youWhich one will you choose?Or will you continue 
to abuse the soul and unite with savages that cannot make you whole? 
Continuing the cycles of twists and turns and down in  hell where the(flesh) will 
burn.
Soul ties:which tie will you take?Jesus is on His way.Get it right today  without  
delay.Release the sin today so you can be on your way.
Soul ties:which one will you choose?Today,again, I say Jesus is coming any 
day.Choose to connect with Jesus.He'll lead the way.
Soul ties: which one will you choose?With Jesus you can't lose.
Soul tie with Him today!


Poem Details | by Sabrina Niday Hansel |
Categories: angst, brother, cancer, cry, dad, daughter, death, family, farewell, father daughter, for him, friend, funeral, goodbye, heartbroken, heaven, journey, june, loss, love, memory, sad, sister, slam, sorrow,

Don't Cry

Please don't cry over my casket 
For I am not there 
Please don't cry at my grave 
My soul has been set free 
I know it's hard not to cry 
I've been down that road one to many times 

I have no more pain 
I have no more sickness 
And I would not change a thing 
As I walk threw the gates of Heaven 
Mom Dad our brothers and sisters 
Will welcome me with open arms 
Here I am free of that pain 

Don't blame yourself 
It was my time to go home 
This is where I'm supposed to be 
Don't dwell on things which you can not change 
I will always be in your heart 

I will always be watching over you 
When that day comes for you to come home
I will be there to welcome you 
With open arms
And walk you through the gates of Heaven 
You will be greeted by our family & friends
Who came home before you 
Until that day I will be watching over you


Poem Details | by Sabrina Niday Hansel |
Categories: anger, angst, betrayal, cancer, cry, dad, death, dedication, emotions, evil, family, father, father daughter, fathers day, feelings, grave, grief, hate, health, heartbroken, how i feel, june, loss, lost love, memory, pain, parents, people, sad, sad love, slam, sorrow, truth,

I Hate You Cancer

Dedicated to my Dad who lost his short battle w/ Colon Cancer on June 18,2013

I hate you Cancer
Your vile evil and cruel
You don't care who you hurt
I'll never forget that day
I'll always hate you for it

Your heartless Cancer
You took someone important from me
Someone important from others too
Took people who didn't belong to you
I hate you for it

You disgust me Cancer
You had no right to take him from me
He mattered more than my very own life
I hate you for taking my Daddy
I hate you for taking others too

I hate you with a passion Cancer
You took part of my heart with him
You took part of my soul that day too
I hate you for it
I hate you I hate you I hate you

I hate you with every fiber of my being 
Go back to Hell where you belong
I hate you, others hate you
Your not welcome or wanted here Cancer

I hate you more than his doctor's
I hate you more than God
I hope I get to witness that day
Witness the day you fall
And you will fall Cancer

You're gonna lose the battle one day Cancer
I'm gonna laugh and dance around your grave
You'll finally get what you deserve 
And you'll never be able to inflict your disease on another soul


Sabrina Niday Hansel


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Poem Details | by Sabrina Niday Hansel |
Categories: absence, anger, angst, betrayal, cancer, conflict, confusion, cry, dad, daughter, death, depression, emotions, evil, faith, family, farewell, father, father daughter, feelings, god, goodbye, grief, hate, heartbroken, how i feel, hurt, identity, jesus, june, leaving, life, loss, lost, love, me, memory, missing, pain, parents, prayer, religion, religious, sad, slam, sorrow, spiritual, urdu,

Tell Me

I'm lost hurt and angry
Why did you take his life
I want, No I need to know
Tell me, Tell me why
I deserve to know

Haven't you done enough to him
What'd he ever do to you
He suffered his whole life
Suffered more than anyone deserved
Tell me, Tell me why you did it
I have a right to know

Why'd you let him born to them
Born to worthless parents
Parents who didn't care
They threw him away like garbage
Pawned him off on someone else
Tell me, Tell me why
Explain how you could do that

You gave him Polio
You let others treat him like disease
You took away the full use of his legs
You warped his hand and foot
Tell me, Explain to me why
I deserve to know

You let others think he was crazy
You let it go on for over year
You didn't stop it, Why
Tell me, Give me your reason
Answer me God, Help me to understand

You go and make matters worse
You gave him Cancer
You didn't give him a chance to fight back
You just jerked him away from us
Tell me, Tell me how
How you could be so cruel

How can others not question you
When others do it, It's murder
But when it's by your hand
It's your will, Their fate
Tell me, What makes you so different
Your no better than the demons knocking at the door

You heard me beg and plead
You know I'm not afraid to die
I was willing to carry it all for him
I was willing to take my Daddy's place
You didn't even let me say Goodbye
Tell me, Tell me why I couldn't take his place
Answer me God, you owe me that much



Spiritual


Poem Details | by Sabrina Niday Hansel |
Categories: cancer, courage, dedication, family, farewell, god, goodbye, grandmother, heart, heaven, i love you, inspiration, love, mom, mother, mother daughter, mothers day, niece, poems, sister, son, strength,

We Are There With You

You do not stand alone in your Battle
Your battle is our Battle
We may not be there in body
But we are there with you in Spirit

We are there in every beat of your Heart
In every whisper of the wind
In every thought and every touch
Every breath and every sound
We are there with you

You are wrapped in an Endless chain of Love
In every link we each send you a part of us
We send you some of our Strength
Some of our will to Fight
Some of our Courage
The most important of them all
We send you all of our Love

If you feel you need more
Just give that Endless chain a little tug
And we'll be there
Tug til you need us no more
Then we'll know you've gone Home
 

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5/09/2014 Dedicated to my Aunt Nini, Wilma Thomas Gamble for Mother's DaySadly she lost her Battle w/ Stage 4 Pancreatic Cancer on 5/30/2014.