Amputee Poems - Poems about Amputee

NonsenseLiterature In amputation, amputee a nation Here we come! Here we are so! I woo thee! In three we count and clutter, and toothless joyous, smiley me! Giggling and stomping are they! Here they come! Brother keeper brethren herd! Feelings elation, rainbow, cuddly! None knows why! Even though, they are in the hardest try! As it came along,...

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Soft brown eyes, Silky black fur, Large white bandage Fear in her Strange cold place Cries of pain. Confusion deep Needle in vein. Strong new scents New people roam. Warm soft towels It’s not home. Brain on alert Nose sniffs hand. Help is here Can she stand? Slow first walk How will she cope. Finding her balance There is hope. She stands unsteady Improves by degree. She will survive The latest amputee....

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We heard of the ambush And we remembered George Bush: A Radio-Announced Ambush And we made for some bush, The man in my front continually push … One hell of a Lazing Runner While my heart was Bunsen Burner. Quick was I to condemn his speed, Ready to it with fuel feed, Sure survival was The Rare, Whenever it became Guerrilla Warfare, Smart shooters picking off...

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From a neighborly distance, the drama of a life's finality unfolded A man named Mient. Once a well-known construction-scientist When we became neighbors at Christmas he was a double amputee Both legs taken by diabetes, then a man of his own ethnicity Challenged him to a fight (Take it outside this diningroom," the chef said) Both men were aging, wise...

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I wore my heart on my sleeve Til you cut off my arms...

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"To my belief.." Said the Satyr, perched in an osseous throne, "The clouds are crumbling! The ocean is drowning! Creatures are inside of our soil!". And since their heads lay spilled on the floor, it's time for a change of tone!", Tryptamine fiction fell from their tongues, as they polished our brains with coconut oil. We swallowed tales of...

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I’m lacquered again within your glowing effect slinking in solitude until ego gets wrecked by your magnanimous accord of splendor quaking my resolve until I surrender. Your laugh raises hairs along my prickly spine to remunerate my comical design: that quirky irony that spirit reveals since exiled in wonderment without appeals. Gross disdain sweeps across your delicate face when memories of arrogance scrap life’s...

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