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Love Poems About Hospital or Hospital Love Poems
by Probir Gupta |
Categories: christmas, jesus,

Merry Christmas

Mild sun of winter 
Spreads a love touch everywhere
Of happy Christmas 

In the slum a child 
Smiles in a red hibiscus
Petals of Jesus 

Blankets offered to
Poor people standing in rows
Jesus in rainbow

In the hospital 
Life smiles in bruise blood and pus
Footfalls of Jesus

Upon the sweet grass 
Jesus smiles in drops of dew
Lovely Christmas hue 

In Christmas flavour 
To all poetry soupers
A merry Christmas 
_______________________________________________

December 25, 2016



by jade gamble |
Categories: heart, loneliness, lonely, suicide,

dots dashes and death

Dash dot dot (D)
my heart pours out into a puddle of sludge
its been overused 
overly abused
everything gone

dot (E)
the last thing I remember is you all 
shooting your words like bullets
I took the pills one by one
for your satisfaction. to numb the pain.

Dot dash (A)
Crazy how when my lifes on line 
your my friend
when you said it was all for pity
I was blinded by love

dash (T)
I ran
far out of my parents reach
they called me
the police called

Dot dot dot dot (H)
I was found
taken to hospital
pumped with medication
all because of you

dash dot dot (D)
Dot (E)
Dot dash (A)
Dash (T)
dot dot dot dot (H)
The thing I almost faced that night

by Robert Kinard |
Categories: fun, humor, silly, tribute,

The Soaps

(As the World Turns)
It’s (Ryans Hope)
(The Doctors)
and staff at 
(General Hospital).
With their
(Love of Life) and 
(One Life to Live).
Will share their (Passions)
and show
(All My Children) 
(The Brighter Day).

In their 
(Search for Tomorrow),
at (The Edge of Night)
in (Dark Shadows).
(The Secret Storm)
hit (Sunset Beach)
(Port Charles)
(Texas)

With a (Loving) and 
(Guiding Light),
(Santa Barbara)
shows (Bright Promise)
as (Another World) for 
(The Bold and the Beautiful).

by Line Gauthier |
Categories: anxiety, hope, love, sick, silence, time,

OUT OF MY SIGHT OUT OF MY HANDS



they rolled him away
in a wheelchair
down the hospital hall
out of my reach
cutting the cord
promising to bring him back

they rolled him away
his future in their hands
leaving me in silence
alone with my fears
wallowing in hope
as i waited



posted on September 11, 2018

by Linda-Marie SweetHeart |
Categories: happy, love,

Message of Love

   "Message of Love"



Hi Poets, Ron here for my wife.

Linda-Marie, or Sweetheart, as many of you know her, insisted I
post a message of holiday love to everyone.

She is in the hospital right now for several issues but always
thinking of others.  Love is a very important part of her life and our
daily lives so she is sending lots of love to everyone this most
cherished of holidays and holy days.

Please spread this love to all throughout Life.

Wishing everyone a ..

"MERRY CHRISTMAS" & "HAPPY NEW YEAR" * * *

Thanks for being great friends and extended family these many years.

Love, Hugs, Kisses, Joy, Happiness, Prosperity, Peace, Health, Love,

Ron & Sweetheart. 

by JAN ALLISON |
Categories: baby, love, mother son, , cute,

BABY LOVE

Those sapphire eyes and kissable cute cheeks - I held you and I knew I was in love. The moment I'd been dreaming of for weeks was perfect, and it came from God above! Home from the hospital, how our life changed! Though challenging at first, it was worthwhile to have our sleeping patterns rearranged. What precious memory was your first smile! And now you've grown. We're many miles apart. How wonderful you are, my darling boy! Do not forget you're always in my heart. My precious son, you are my pride and joy. The loving feelings that I have for you will stay with me, dear son, my whole life through. 10~30~15

by Anne Hessler |
Categories: absence, dad, father, father daughter, graduation,

Where Were You

A little baby girl

not even one year old

without her daddies arms

the nights felt very cold



daddy I cant breath

so to the hospital they go

mommy held me down

where was my daddy though?



16 years had gone

my dad was mostly there 

but that morning he left

I said I didn't care



for two years I barely saw him

just talked to him now and then

but still I believed in him

and I'll choose to believe again



My graduation came 

he promised me he'd come

but when I walked across the stage

I only saw my mom



Why weren't you there daddy?

I still believe in you

I love you daddy and always will

please just show you love me too

by Seren Roberts |
Categories: happy, love, birth, me, cousin,

Ted my hospital visitor

Lying in hospital was visiting time
My cousin walked in with a box so fine
Handed it over said it was for me
To open it when I needed company

The box said Teddy Bears Factory
Inside was Ted’s whole story
His birth certificate is complete
Many things including birth date

Was dressed with hat and scarf
Looked so funny, made me laugh
Specs sat on end of his nose
Looking ready to compose

But he was so good to cwtch *
Instantly loved him so much
Such thoughtfulness I wont forget
My Ted is my best mate

Helped me to recover quickly
My magic pill when I’m sickly
Took 29 years for a Ted so special
Came with love of highest level

*Cwtch  is welsh for cuddle


by Joe Flach |
Categories: love,

Woo and Wow Me the Best that You Can

She said, “Woo and wow me, the best that you can” with tubes stuck deep in each arm; He said, “I’d love to, my Valentine, but I’d hate to set off the alarm.” Valentine’s Day in a hospital bed doesn’t paint a romantic scene, but the love that he shared by just being there was the most that she’d ever seen. Fifty Valentine’s Days had passed them by since the night of their wedding vows, and every year, to them it was clear, that their love had grown deeper somehow. She closed her eyes with a smile on her face and the hand that he held fell weak; He squeezed her with one last embrace, then kissed her goodbye on the cheek.

by Charmaine Chircop |
Categories: daughter, family, life, love,

Christina

Dear friends I'm sorry I'm not here lately,my life is very busy,with many new happenings, yet I'm still here with you in spirit.I just want to share this great miracle with you. My daughter Christina was born last Monday,27th of August at 11.30PM, following a long difficult labour. I was out of hospital on Friday, and now getting accustomed to my new role as a Mommy. I would love to thank so much each one of whom kept me and my family in prayer during these last months .....I shall keep you in my prayers too Much love-Charmaine

by Sara Kendrick |
Categories: animals, death, health, husband, life, loss, lovelove,

A View From A Hospital Room

Checked the small view from hospital room I did
Doing this deed was just a simple thing
View top of trees but bottom half woods hid
Windows in building right, sun_ clouds mirroring

How many persons from car wreck slain
Thinking continues noise from hall distress
View draws me in_to outside once again
Are the crows high in nest now comfortless

Will my love whom on my bosom kept
Be kept safe_God will heal I am quite
Sure, even though now the time light has crept
The deciding factor will be tonight

At our home will he come once again to face
All the love and happiness in this place

by Billy TheKidster |
Categories: death, love,

A True Story

Her husband died before her on his hospital bed.
"Oh my God no!" were the last words that she said.
She suffered a cardiac arrest and soon she too was dead.
This true story tore my soul apart.
She didn't die of a heart attack. She died of a broken heart.

by Sara Kendrick |
Categories: death, devotion, faith, father, history, introspection, life

One Sad Day

.

Fifteen years ago when  my father died
To the hospital I carried him that ill fated day
The staff was caring for him so by his side I could not abide
Then very  swiftly to surgery he was  taken away
As I was eating, God spoke to me in spirit and I felt daddy brush as he went away

Contest: God, Ghost, and Love
Sponsor: Dr. Ram Mehta

by Andressa Monteiro |
Categories: books, childhood, july, june, lonely, lost love, love,

Little poem and a red gown

She wears nice clothes and waits for the next thing to happen. 
No more hospital beds or quarterly syndromes to cry. 
Now that you’re gone - she's divine and she's fine. 

Rags and traps are washed from the tears you drop. 
And she wears them in a ballroom as a beautiful red gown dress... 
Before you tell her to stop. 

Waiting for the dark man to dance with her. 
Oh, what a beautiful and sorrow pain that flows. 
Fresh, new, assimilated. 

Lovely ballerina. 
White lily. 
Timid young man. 

They’re in love in the starry night. 
Admiring the sky together. 
Wondering if this time they’re right.

Bright eyes.
Sweet smile.
And their affection can finally climb and shine.

by Seeyam Brjmohun |
Categories: hopeautumn,

Small Beer in Death Valley

Dead autumn leaves my shroud of love decayed 
Then winter snow my frozen coated heart

I built my lonely hall, with walls so tall, 
Then hid deep down, beneath the ground sans sound
This lone, which I called home was so forlorn
Hospital hell, my self-made get well cell

Dried clay forest fires flames dance dark descends
Light strikes new roots waterfalls asunder

Dawn cracks in dark, new buds of light shoots through
My thawed out heart, it dares to dream new hope
I hum a song with guilty cautious joy
My eyes smile bright of peaceful open tunes

Spring snowdrop crops to heaven clouds protrude
And Summer showers, bring rainbow beams alive



07/04/2010

by Anonymous Norman |
Categories: hope, inspirational, introspection, love, music, mystery, people, political

Sod is in the T.V.

Their trying to tell you something,
It’s being shown on the screen,
It’s being told in music, ding ding,
But you were indoctrinated by thirteen.

Mtv shows you Masonic ritual,
Flashing symbols in your third eye,
Leave you in crisis, needing spiritual hospital,
You’ve had an overdose of an intoxicating lie!

It’s time to break the spell, turn off the T.V.
With all its degrading, intoxicated role models,
How anyone finds this acceptable for children, spent on me,
Maybe this is why society is fuelled by self gratifying morals.

by Brenda Victoria Northeast |
Categories: devotion, love, nature, passion, romance,

Romance Senryu contest

From hospital bed
To dinner date and a rose
Your eyes held my heart 

On valentine day
Our rose bush blooms crimson buds 
Blushing memory

The stars shine tonight
I look up and you wink back
Your bright eyes hold me


© Brenda V Northeast  26th Jan. 2012
For Francine Roberts - Romantic Senryu Contest
	

by Leon Enriquez |
Categories: beauty,

OOMPH HERE 2


Song in the wind
Gentle reminder:
Rain through bamboo trees


Chirpy delight
Instant enlightenment;
Heavy heart uplifted


Postcard from somewhere
Far far away:
Greetings from long journeys


Old photograph
Faded with old times;
Ancient memories linger


My mother's gaze
My father looks;
Picture of the dead


Pain taunts
Sufferings preside;
Soon liberation sublime


Hospital visit
A sick relative warded;
Healing family support


Two yellow birds
Canaries on wood ledge;
Sing of fond love



Leon Enriquez
27 July 2014
Singapore



by Teddy Kimathi |
Categories: dark, death, deep, imagery, life, love, mystery,

Another Life

Tommy’s heart lay motionless, 
surrounded by ice-cubes in an ice-box.  

“We will be together again!” Christine assured his heart.

The van she drove raced swiftly to the hospital, 
as fast as sun god Ra’s fiery chariot. After the heart transplant, she wondered 
whether her lover would still recognize her in his new body. 


by David Brown |
Categories: age, father, fathers day, love,

Father's day

You’re lying in a hospital bed, 
Shaking, and so small it seems 
As if you’re the child and I, the Father

I hold your hand as you once did mine
And tell you how I want to live to be 100,
And that you are getting closer and closer

As if that will inspire you to shake off this
Bitter process, the body’s reckoning with time
Put off the inevitable and sad conclusion

And somehow then, your smile appears
Then you tell me how precious I am
And become again the Father, and me, the child

by maxwell collier |
Categories: art,

mental health

people talk about me like im a special case in a mental hospital, i used to be depressed, but now my life is more than dull, i think so many thoughts, my mind is way over full, i get hot in cold places, like summertime wool. give in to madness, its gravity's pull, i want to go swim, so i jump from the hull, im as small as an ant, like im wearing a skull, im walking a horse, but im riding a bull. but i really don't care, because i love the attention, people talk about me, like something they forgot to mention, i have so much stuff, its the biggest collection, im insane but not crazy, and that is a correction.

by Hannah Croy |
Categories: depression, love, me, time,

Balemia

I set here in this hospital bed,
With all this time to dread.
With all that was said...
i stop to stare
But look away instead
When will you see?
Balemia is what i am,
Balemia is what i'll be
If you cant help me no one will,
Can't you see this pain that i'm in
Its hard to let you go,
With all this time that we've spent

You walk in on me,
With my finger down my throat.
On you're words that you choked
You said you cant stand me,
And that there was nothing left to say.
Cant you see? 
Balemia is what i am,
Balemia is what i'll be.
I love you for you,
Why dont you love me for me?

by Shanon Jacobs |
Categories: life, lonely, longing, love,

The Independent woman



On 7 July 2013, ‘Daddy in Hospital and The Independent Woman’ was accepted for publication with the literary and visual arts magazine, Whisperings – Volume 2 Issue 2 edition published by Mountain Tales Press.  As a result, the work cannot be posted here, on this site, from 7 July 2013 to 5 October 2013.

by Johnny Rhinem |
Categories: baby, love,

Amid This Night Her, Tender Dove

Twenty-one years young bending her lovely beauty over at
Our state hospital within the latreen; golden locks her tender
Ivory bliss going deeply into this, her soft sweet, desirous dreams..
Moaning gentle these rivers which flowed ? But I could nay remember
Her priceless beauty's name ? Suicidal tendecies and I never knew
What her trip was ? I suppose that we could speak unto a psychologist
Finding their retro of petro's, theories themes as scenes; yet why do such....
Baby girl, wherever you are ? A kiss to your beautiful lips and hold you, in my arms.
                                           
                                     
              

by jackie thomas |
Categories: baby, halloween, me, , cute,

Ganny and her Pumpkin

I have a pumpkin that my daughter brought to me October 31st the year twenty-10,
Texas, is where is all begin.

He is short and cute with eyes that glow,
He is not orange as the other pumpkins you know.

He started talking at nine months old,
When I first saw him my heart was sold.

I did not have to carve him like the other pumpkin I've had,
It was God first, and his mom and dad...

I did not purchase this pumpkin in my local grocery store,
Don't go lookin', because there are no more.

I did not have to find him in a pumpkin patch, but a hospital nursery room,
I picked out and said to myself that pumpkin is coming home with me real soon.

Ganny's Pumpkin, O'how I love he!