Arthritic Poems - Poems about Arthritic

...In blackness, I hear forked tongues whisper wicked witchery, hope within arthritic ink slowly f a d e s as darkness descends upon snow-speckled heart, and a murder of......Read the rest...

...Spontaneity 2-28-24 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Spontaneity Arthritic inertia, Absent of the Prime Mover, Bursts into astral fireflies of serendipity Coloring outside del......Read the rest...

...It started with a stamped canvas Long, long ago, long, long ago To be prettier than dianthus Finished it'd put on a great show Long, long ago, long, long ago The embroidery done in......Read the rest...

...~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I wrote this poem as a remembrance of my mother. Even when macular degeneration and diabetes took her eyesight, she continued playing her beloved piano. I ofte......Read the rest...

...Sneaking into the museum to avoid the sudden rain Raisin said, “I don’t want to get soaked right through again, It was bad enough when that truck through that puddle dashed And you and me - but ma......Read the rest...

...Jack and the Beanstalk was exaggerated some I know ‘cause I heard the real tale from my mum. She was high when she told me, filled up with rum I was terrified at her “fee fie foe fum!” Jack was......Read the rest...

...Have its lobster claws times two pincered off One way sticks of this crustacean’s underwater trap? Eight leggedly it gallops off among arthritic, bulbous trees. And waves its spiny tail to cover u......Read the rest...

...If I wasn't there, the rain swollen clouds would have still dumped their dark weight over the bay and through a gaping tear, let down a curtain of sunlight to start the day. And if I wasn't......Read the rest...

...Gray air. Silent lair. Rain: needles threaded threaded with liquid despair. Old man. Chair. Window bare. Suffers existence with time to spare. Life behind. Daily grind. Wealthy: healthy......Read the rest...

...When I met the tall and amiable Vietnam War veteran, my shyness showed, yet, my throat dried and tightened when he softly spoke the words, "The war never goes away." All these humanity destroying......Read the rest...

...My poor old body is sagging, My arthritic feet are dragging My skin is dry, and my mouth What has not gone west It has now gone south My memory is fading fast I think I am living in the past, ......Read the rest...

...Pulling this wagon by the scruff of my neck, is like relaxing cross-legged on feeble bike handles. The gentle gusts of your hurricane dazzle me. Humouring the limitless requests of an oxymoronic c......Read the rest...

...To dream the impossible dream To fight the unbeatable foe To bear with unbearable sorrow And to run where the brave dare not go —Mitch Leigh/Joseph Darion (Lyrics “The Impossible Dream”) TO......Read the rest...

...gnarled hands ignited, with the maelstrom of belief. knotty knees do bend. unseen, the heavens opened up, did look beyond the darkness of earth, to see a pin drop. ancient one, in the gnarled ......Read the rest...

...arthritic hands search the fretboard finding chords that hurt the least the old guitar brings a toothless grin then we sneak a sip of whiskey......Read the rest...