Best Cp Poems
Who I Am...I Am a prisoner of love
bound to forgive
and taught to pursue peace
Taking pleasure in the flowering of the truth
is my daily routine
I’ve lost appetite hearing lies
Many times i’ve ......
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Categories:
cp, i am,
Form:
Free verse
My Brother James...We only talked sanely a few times,
About how he also had a condition like me,
Although my dad, who was a pharmacist, when James was small wouldn’t say,
Obvious as it was that he had CF from his......
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Categories:
cp, bereavement, birth, brother, childhood,
Form:
Elegy
Come On, What Do You Believe...C’mon, What Do You Believe?
I am not a Christian atheist and never was,
Although I did adopt it sometimes to get by,
‘Cos my parents objected to my articulation,
Smooth, fluent, of the bibl......
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Categories:
cp, abuse, caregiving, child abuse,
Form:
Verse
My Abuser Raves...It was a small school community,
Close and cliquish, but a special one,
For physically disabled people, kids,
And so sometimes it was fun.
But we were paired informally, by the school’s ethos ......
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Categories:
cp, bullying, child abuse, childhood,
Form:
Rhyme
The Christmas Train...It was Christmas Eve, a Thursday
On the Northern Express Christmas Train
We were on our way north through the wilds
And our destination was to be old Hornepayne
One hundred and eighty two peop......
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Categories:
cp, christmas, december, imagery, snow,
Form:
Rhyme
'blood' Brothers Or 'Bloody' Brothers Under the Banner - Parts 1 and 2...“A dying people tolerates the present, rejects the future, and finds its satisfactions in past greatness and half-remembered glory.”
“A strong man makes a weak people. A strong people don’t need a s......
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Categories:
cp, political, brother, lost, people,
Form:
Quatrain
Ryan Taylor...“Cerebral Palsy has not held me back,
I've not let it hold me back.” A footballer,
In past years on the England CP squad,
Ryan is a para-triathlon PT2 competitor.
In 2015 Ryan won the bronz......
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Categories:
cp, race, sports, strength, water,
Form:
Rhyme
Emyle Rudder...“When you are on the playing field
you are just a footballer. If you’re
good, it doesn't matter if you [weild]
CP, autism, or whatever [you lure].
You’re just a player. [There’s] a level
pla......
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Categories:
cp, football, strength, summer,
Form:
Quatrain
The Voice...Whose voice is this that awakens me from a deep sleep,
irresistibly pushing me out of my comfortable bed?
It only spoke once, this voice so deep,
but it echoes countless times in my head.
......
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Categories:
cp, poets,
Form:
Narrative
Stops Along An American Dream - Part 3...(Historical train-ride on the first Transcontinental Railroad in 1870 from Omaha to Ogden aboard the Union Pacific Railroad) © 2009 (Jim Sularz)
Morning breaks again, we chug out to Bryan and ......
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Categories:
cp, america, history, travel,
Form:
Quatrain
Beverley Jones...Beverley is a professional at the Paralympics,
Because she’s been to five of them including Rio,
And in London she made the podium’s antics,
Since she won discus third with a lush glow.
Born......
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Categories:
cp, sports, strength,
Form:
Quatrain
Who I Am - Revised...Who I am - Revised
Who I Am
I am your prisoner of love
bound to forgive you.
I tried to escape
but still I pursued you.
Let's take pleasure in our youth
and the freedom of truth.
H......
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Categories:
cp, love,
Form:
Free verse
Way Back When I Was Ten...It was a cold night, and I hated it,
The church service all in rows,
I contemplated my throat to slit,
But decided not, for my throws.
Dick Saunders was from Sussex,
The British Billy Gra......
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Categories:
cp, abuse, child abuse, childhood,
Form:
Quatrain
Welcome To Delhi...Revived to pop out as an empty nester
To accompany a newfangled life
Maneuvered all the way for a change of state
I dropped my bags and willed at country’s metropolis.
The heirloom edifices o......
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Categories:
cp, places, social, urbanblue, change,
Form:
Imagism
The Voice...THE VOICE
Whose voice is this that awakens me from a deep sleep,
irresistibly pushing me out of my comfortable bed?
It only spoke once, this voice so deep,
but it echoes countless times i......
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Categories:
cp, dream, mystery,
Form:
Rhyme