Best Cramping Poems

My appreciation Francis Crasto for allowing me to collaborate with you as your 'psychiatrist' on ‘A MAN UNDER STRESS’- A great sequel to your recent poem on your page ‘DIG DEEP’. 



Hello Francis, how are you today?
       Silly Question!...

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Cheap wine dimmed in the candle light thinking my life's bleak like her dreams keep cramping my sleep and I've had it with uncleaned teeth clamping when they bite like a dog with a lock jaw slamming tight.
Remote needs batteries check her sock draw and...

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Sitting on this roof,
seeing the colored lights in neighboring windows
finding frosted panes in abstract happiness,
as winter’s wind howls about my face

Speakers blare in cramping holiday tones,
(What’s so wonderful about it - this time of year?)
Shingles damp and slippery,
still I hold on for dear life

Fingers numb...

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When dulled down shock painfully became
a pickaxe ache behind shimmering eyes,
the bludgeoning screen hammered memory cells
repeatedly, over and over.
Tears exploded, soft rain dampened flame,
the grumbling dust cloud debris disguised
broken hearts bursting in agonised swells
searching for life confirmation.

Crashed vultures, evil in senseless flight,
beating humanity for hours...

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Playing with Words is Just a Funny Phase
Philosophical Phil’s phonetic phrase
Magnetized magazines moving in a maze
Generating goodwill in a gazelle’s goofy gaze
Cramping crafty crayfish in a crazy craze.
Depriving deranged deputy Dibby Daze
Playing with words is just a funny phase!

Gliding glimmer glasses glowing glaze.
Blackbird blabbermouth blessing...

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Where once I could only taste
Sweet as sweetness should be, 
Now there is only but
A sense of hostility
Towards me.
Perhaps you should but could not; 
I say, “please, ” but you would not

Say goodbye.

Now you say it is not over
And that I should wait; 
So I...

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Metaphors and similes flow freely from my pen 
when I am scripting and scribing in poetic verse.
Across the width of pale parchment pages 
the nib of my feathered pen continues to traverse.
Ink courses fathoms deep within me like life blood, 
rushing through the eddied channels...

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She turns up the blue flames,
lowers the chops.
Dripping crackles, iron is fat licked -
grease on her fingers.

The meat finds its voice,
splutters of buttery smaze.
The pork is in bloom.
The animal inside the flesh 
disappearing.
The meat opening 
florets of aroma.

My stomach is cramping,
not with anticipation,
but with an...

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The court was a refuge for my thoughts and aspirations
An explosion of apprehensive sensations
Breathing in the moment which I couldn’t fathom
My own doubts being my one and only phantom
Told by the media that I didn’t belong
Told that my skin and my height was all wrong
One-hundred...

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This pain is not my fault 
I was just unlucky
It brings my life to holt
Each stabbing pain, twisting ache
Strikes as hard as a lightening bolt
This cramping is so hard to shake 
Endometriosis is its name
We're not playing this is no game
It takes away so many...

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Having leg pain 
May mean legs not getting 
Proper blood flow
Called Peripheral Arterial Disease (PAD)

What is PAD
With PAD arteries that carry blood to your legs
Feet or arms clogged with fats, others
Can slow or even stop blood flow

Common sign of PAD leg pain or cramping
Pain comes...

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Upon his grandfather's rocking chair 
on the porch in the cool crisp air
sits a man with a special gift.
For he can see the soul of a tree
within a piece of wood upon his knee.

His pile of cedar gives off a sweet smell.
He picks through the...

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There I’ve said it out loud
Having it does not make me proud

I get obsessed with certain things
Like writing poetry or buying rings

I change my compulsions now and then
Sometimes it just happens on a whim

I might want to go to yard sales every week
To buy old...

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I really believe poetry contests are beneficial
But I find myself writing lines so artificial
Trying to win a fleeting notice or score a trophy
That I lose sight of writing good, quality poetry.

Various requirements sometimes put me off
I think I’d rather be on the links playing golf
Instead...

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My favorite fruit is the onion.
That might sound silly, to you,
But I find it simply astounding
What the humble Allium cepa can do.
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