Category: All Poetry

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A Small Voice from Within [a poem]

By Steven Michael Krystal | Featured Contributor


I have a friend, so do you, 
We share laughs and smiles all day through, 
For all of my life, telling me what to do, 
A small voice from within, tried and true. 

When we are kids, fun and play, 
Days of bliss, all is okay, 
As we grow up, things don’t go our way, 
Life turns amiss, a steep price to pay. 

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bitter thanksgiving poem

A Bitter Thanksgiving [a poem]

Many of you may recall having read these lines from past Thanksgivings; it is a retelling of a visit I had with one of my patients during this time of year—a woman whose life and struggles were unlike mine in many ways, but who nevertheless taught me many things about courage and integrity.

I hope you enjoy these words, and have a blessed Thanksgiving week.

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Allow me to spin upon the spindle
a tale of an encounter true.
A patient once, a homeless mum,
her words now recounted for you:

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Still Dreaming [a poem]

By Brittny Lee | Featured Contributor


Trees still grow
Flaming crimsons and candy apple greens

On a street where she loved
and lived and sang with the stars

Her dream consumed her
A temptress all in white

Blush red among alabaster cheeks
becoming love tumbling down hills with her dream
Heart beating vital blood
Tendons stretching and breaths coming out in rasps
She reached her goal

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outpatient poem by judith evans

Outpatient [a poem]

By Judith Evans | Featured Contributor


Heavy steps through the clinic door.
Scores of faces, waiting room eyes
Follow my feet to the check-in desk.
Finally, a space for my face near the water cooler.

18 minutes of freedom, wishing our dog were here.
I dream, screaming silently till I hear my name.

Dead down the hall: sterile chairs, swabs, lidocaine,
Blood draw, raw nerves, tsk tsk near the back of my head.
Are you in pain? As if I were deaf.
No space for my face any more.

Meanwhile, it’s snowing.
Will this freeze cease?

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