nursing
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When life comes to shove,
You can count on a nurse,
to keep you in the universe.
Nursing is an act of love.
We are born in this world
to people who want nothing more than for you to succeed
They see a purpose within you
They are the ones that fill your needs.
As I've grown into the young woman that I am
Its 4:30 a.m.
I awake. Its 4:35
I hit the snooze button. Its 4:45 a.m.
I calm our crying son. Its 4:50 a.m.
I cook breakfast. Its 5 a.m.
I go to work. Its 5:25 a.m.
I care for patients. Its 6 a.m.
Five hundred, twenty five thousand, six hundred minutes.
Some of them we don't remember because we’re deep in sleep. Some we don't remember because our unconscious will not keep.
The brain is a marvelous thing
full of numerous files
from long ago, and yesterday
loads of info it compiles
The center of it all,
it gives me instructions
brilliant mastermind,
I want to be a nurse,
decided so in freshman year.
Go to college,
and graduate school.
Needed to be good
at chemistry, math,
and stress.
To be a nurse anesthetist.
A towering city scape appears,
Above the hustle and bustle.
It’s image takes away my fears,
Gives strength to my tired muscles.
Jordyn McMullen
My Year in Poetry Scholarship
The Hands of a CNA
This year I became a Certified Nurses' Assistant
In the past year I have witnessed end of life
I have witnessed neglect and abuse
Nursin' home
Where the ole heads roam
Sippin' tea outta gold chalices and chrome
Its seasoning,
a seizin' king
Cant hold em down
But i cant leave
Started my day before sunrise
Started my day after noontide
Started my day at witching hour
16 or 12 hours, all shifts I devour
Started my day with sarcastic smiles
When someone says thank you
That look of relief,
These are the things that I think are neat.
The twelve hour nights
The patients that fight,
These are the things that make me sigh.
Helping people day and night
Helping people left and right
Rain or shine
For Saddness or happy
This is my job, my calling, my happening
Healing the sick or fixing the disabled
I'm Here by choice.
You're here by chance.
It was just a blink of an eye or your time past due.
You don't know what to do but I do.
You don't want to say goodbye and neither do I but maybe it is time to fly.
When you lie awake at night, do you dream?
Do you dream of blood?
Do you dream of a flood of urine?
Do you dream of a heroine addict?
Do you dream of the old and the young?
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the doctor intubates;the nurse begins compressions;the tecn runs for the defibrillator;chaos.
My goal in life is not to change my own
but to bring light to another's.
In time of need and suffering, I want to be there.
To put a smile on their face,
to ease what is uneasy... that is my life goal.
Focus, involvement, schedules, preparation, and goals,
Words that have played a crucial role in high school.
Four years of learning about my strengths and weaknesses,
Finding new interests that will lead to my happiness.
Changing my path for the career of my dreams
it hasnt been easy, I've stifled many screams
Working full time while taking many a course
and stressing about the great unknown in full force
A nurse has always been the one thing I wanted to be,
And I will become one to the best of my ability.
To cure, to assist, to heal,
Would make my occupation surreal.
The number does not change,
it never changes
No, all they can see is that number.
The number that distinguishes me from other applicants.
A dream is far from a physical state, a goal remains beyond our reach for so long.
Through creativity and complexity great things come.
People live for eachother, weak or strong.
A man stumbles in
bleeding and burned.
Unknown to I
he has 3 children
one on the way
a wife
a family
and yet he risks his life
for another family
up in flames.
Who are you going to call,
When your leg is broken and you can't walk,
When you have sniffles and the chills,
When your back is constantly hurting,
But you don't know why?
Who are you going to call,
I don't know how it feelsTo be given an expiration date.I don't know how it feelsTo swallow sixteen different pills each morning.I don't know how it feels
volunteering in hospitals you see things, things you cant unsee, wish you hadnt seen but you did see. multiple posibilitys surrounding you. saving a life helping someone give life. being around people you can help is were i see myself .
Every person has different thoughts
On who they want to be
We have been told since day one
that you can be whoever you want to be
At the age of five this makes sense
I am a woman.
I am fat. I have rolls. I have stretch marks. I have scars and pimples. I have freckles, moles, and birthmarks. I have hair in places I don't want it.
Author's note: While Power Poetry covers a multitude of causes, I've noticed that there are two in particular that are largely avoided--elder care and death.
I heard stories from my aunt, who was a nurse.
In a hospital. A baby nurse.
I wanted to be a baby nurse.
I wanted to hold the preemies,
Feed them their tiny bottles.
I wanted to wear blue scrubs like her
I want to go into the field of nursing
Since nurses make people feel better,
And that's what I enjoy doing.
I want to give people a second chance,
And to give them some hope when there's none.
I thank God for letting me live this day
and that's why from this day forward I will pray
I will pray and pray all day
Because I love God
and can't no one take that away
He's the slowest man we know
They say the body is a temple.
A sacred home of an object of religious power,
meaning God has chosen it to be one of his homes.
A thought to live by, words to own.
I look out into the world with one swollen eye. Some days I ask myself why haven't I died? The hurt doesn't stop. I'm not in any shock. What a life. I'm all grow up and I am free from your hands. You are not worthy to call yourself a man.
Your love is not just love
Your love is that type of love that is unbreakable,
Let me explain ... See, His love is that type of love that will never give up.
Its unlike human love, which is conditional.
The soliloquies in my heart and in my brain
are begging to be released
shouting loud, their words manifested on paper
relinquishing all that has been trapped,
like a caged bird or swirling wind in a cave.
Sayde you made me a better person
You helped me decide what to do
With my fragile life
I turned on the light
And saw you laying there
You were cold and
Not shivering
You laid there in perfect silence
Sayde you made me a better person
You helped me decide what to do
With my fragile life
I turned on the light
And saw you laying there
You were cold and
Not shivering
You laid there in perfect silence
