Best Crippled Poems
This poem belongs to all the children who will never know the joy
of running on a beach and getting sand between their toes. Told
from the perspective of a 12-year-old boy, wheelchair-bound.
I know a place where the stars kiss the sea;
and fish sing all night in cool harmony.
Where golden crystals, sparkling in the sand
are polished each night by a wizard's hand.
Added to that are bright amethyst gems
from the cache of sunset wandering in.
A magical place where one can pretend
those broken, like me, are able to mend.
I found I could run at last--on fire!
So fast a comet might even admire.
I tumbled and cartwheeled all over sand;
then shook a magician's vanishing hand.
I whirled with delight, so eager to go
to all those places intriguing me so
defying gravity, I jumped so high,
I touched the edge of the deep purple sky.
Catching a ride from a planet to star
I could glimpse them all, both near and far.
No stopping me now, I joyfully thought.
A passing moonbeam next I caught,
that took me farther, a more distant place,
where stars shake hands and then embrace
I spoke with Zeus as his wife, Hera, smiled;
even spoke with Ares, their wayward child.
They said I must heed Earth's beckoning call;
because i'm not one of them, after all.
Suddenly captured by a downward draft,
starting to tumble, I could hear Zeus laugh.
As I tumbled down, the breeze gently placed
me in my wheelchair--my usual space.
But now that I know special secrets of
a magical land so far above.
I'll travel where my arms can at last lift
a flower I find on a sandy drift.
Where I can jump and dance and run--
and all things are possible under the sun.
Categories:
crippled, 6th grade, adventure,
Form:
Couplet
The crippled pigeon
Who had the gift of love
Adopted three orphaned
Bunnies; sheltering
Them under her tiny wings
Love was in the air
With this tiny little dove
Categories:
crippled, animals, death, hope, imagination,
Form:
Free verse
The crippled lad stood beneath the bell tower
Pulls the rope to ring the bell at the praying hour.
With each mighty heave the bell does toll.
along the street the congregation did stroll.
As parishioner's entered within,
all greeted with an angelic grin.
Determination written on his angelic face,
the young lad continues at a mighty pace.
In the little White Chapel on Maple Road
this crippled boy’s joy is bestowed.
In this small town of one-hundred and nine,
everyone knew that Tommy was short of time.
Tommy Woodward born with a bowed back,
The congregation knew that as a fact.
Tommy would not let his handicap be a deterrent,
but hospital visits were a regular recurrence
On a bright and sunny day the bell ceased to ring,
While inside the chapel the choir sorrowfully sing.
Slowly a solemn procession strolled out the door,
Tommy Woodward will ring the bell no more.
Categories:
crippled, boy, child, courage, dedication,
Form:
Narrative
Neptune's net strikes on floating flames
Her souls sounding faint gossamer goodbyes
Ocean's octaves murmur mute
Dim dives to a regretful reef
Blue grief blurs, sailors say
In twilight tides, widows whisper
Their lost laments for crippled ships
12/19/21
Categories:
crippled, grief, lost love, ocean,
Form:
Verse
No blank page to scribe
No empty spaces to scream
Should I down on knee?
Too much to be seen
Exhibition life had shown
Privacy in threat
Fortitude concealed
Scratching behind walls of heart
Endurance break down
Love deep, better not
Sacrifice all, better not
Your life, your option
Categories:
crippled, feelings, life, mirror, pain,
Form:
Haiku
Holidays shape the overspilling
bounds of aromas. Hidden possessions
dismissed away, packed in a wardrobe
banished to an unforgiven loneliness.
A protested chaos snapped
unpleasant whispering,
interruptimg nature's
beauty, hope, and
sweetness of a special
occasion. Alongside belonged
twisting frustration furied by the
enormous danger hesitant to a wave
and smile of polite luxury.
Categories:
crippled, family, history, holiday, loneliness,
Form:
Free verse
Sprawling was he in the roasting sun outside an Indian store.
Shaking and jingling coins in his begging bowl hoping to receive more;
Just as his hunger grew terrible in his begging tummy,
Some rich man gave him a titbit of pizza, it tasted richly yummy.
Though the reek of his shoes was yay stuffy, his raiment soberly tattered –
And his body smelt malodorous but none of that to him ever mattered.
He’d grin wide his pitch yellow teeth and germ-favoured gums, opening his creased hands seeking alms;
And he’d do it over and over and over again, with sweat tumbling from ‘twixt his crying palms.
He’d sing painful songs of elegy, with grime of perspiration and muck on his face;
Weeping solemnly to everyone that passed by the town’s market place –
Alas! His tears recalled where the coins had fled, the coins of pledge of the piteous beggar;
The begging bowl of his coins was grabbed away by a snatcher, a very heartless drabber.
Oh poor crippled Zimbabwean Beggar, his weeping was all in vain,
Cos that rich man was never gonna feed him, again.
Categories:
crippled, social,
Form:
Sonnet
Beautiful... Is all they see
oblivious to the crippling underneath
Not of limb or sight nor speech
enfeebled truly when it comes to need
The potters wheel held steady spin
yet hands that formed were cruel
creating pieces that could never be used
as vessels expected to depend
A ladders rung that falls away
when simple trust you gave
time and again will find you grounded
so high were the heights once counted
and the lessons embedded from the fall
Not one or two the range is thousands
from the simple and such extremes
Better the choice to be safely serene
then the hope you'll be redeemed from it all
For the lilac so fragrant a fragile fool
has fallen to the ground before you
Careless and unmeaning steps
can crush her till there's no beauty left
Her fragrance sweeter when trusting less
yet seeing beneath the surface is what you do best
If hands she had to reach for the ladders rung
Just one more time to prove
with time not left for false of tongue
and the living of dreams to shun
would her courage this time bear the truth
that the one who made her made her for you?
Beautiful is all they see
but you, your set apart
You see the crippled underneath
and never give up on my heart
Categories:
crippled, love,
Form:
Rhyme
He came to see the children that season of each year,
He listened to them closely as they whispered in his ear.
Each had a special present they wanted so to see
When they got up on Christmas and looked under the tree.
He smiled and he would hug them and pose for pictures, too,
He loved this time with children; it was such fun to do.
One day as he sat talking, he glanced out from his eye
And saw an older child that there was passing by.
He saw him in his wheelchair as he, too, got in line;
He wondered what he’d ask for that he could say, “That’s mine.”
He didn’t have to wait long, for soon the child was there,
And he looked up at Santa with his curly, golden hair.
His smile was warm and friendly, and Santa smiled back, too,
“Now tell me, little fellow, what I can bring for you.”
“I don’t need any presents,” the boy began to say,
“I have just one desire to ask of you today.
You see, I’m just a cripple, as you can plainly tell,
But Santa what I’m asking is can you make me well?”
The question startled Santa, and he began to cry,
He hugged the child closely with tears there in his eyes.
It seemed it was forever he held him in embrace,
Then he looked at the child, with tears there on his face.
He got up from his chair then, not one word did he say,
He took the crippled child to a place not far away.
He pointed to a manger where a small baby lay
And tried between his sobbing to find the words to say.
“I cannot heal you, child, but there’s someone who can;
He once was this small baby, but He became a man.
He healed so many people while He dwelt here below,
And if you trust Him, child, He’ll heal you, too, I know.
For He died for each person--we all have sin’s disease,
And lives again forever, and God with Him is pleased.
You see, I know this Savior, He’s not like Santa Claus;
He’s real and He is living; He came here with a cause.
Some day if you will trust Him, He’ll take you far away
Where you will not be crippled; you’ll run and jump and play.”
The crippled boy looked there then at that child in the hay
And he, too, started crying, then he began to pray.
“Lord Jesus, I believe You, take me, a crippled lad,
Make me Your child forever, help me not to be bad.”
That crippled child was singing as he held out his fist
And shook hands again with Santa, for he had got his wish!
Categories:
crippled, childhood, children, holiday, inspirational,
Form:
Rhyme
Your cry for help was silenced
Only by the dragging of your feet
As you struggled to propel
Your torso as erect as physically
Possible in your condition
And yet you stood so strong
Images in the mirror marred by
Your weakened limbs and stumbling stride
I wish you had believed in me
Where others had failed you
I would have carried you
Through any storm yet your
Selfish pride took you from me
Did my kindness hurt you?
Drive you to the end?
I will never know for every
Question I have you took the answers
With you my sad suffering soul
My wish for you is peace wherever
Your soul may be
A prayer carried upon the wind
To embrace your loneliness.
Categories:
crippled, suicide,
Form:
Ballad
Why Crippled America?
Any presidential nominee thus far,
Anyone ever in long history’s past,
Could’ve called America crippled,
A high look upon disability to cast.
Disability is now curable sometimes,
And healthcare stands sturdily tall,
As a nation’s proudest profession,
As our greatest step and tribal call.
So the analogy to disability power,
The relationship of doctor/patient,
Could be used by any great politician,
To explain his policies and argument.
But I believe that any candidate knows,
To deliberately dismiss this slogan,
To in determination bypass disability,
As a succinct method of explanation.
It’s what goes to make a man great,
A politician tick and get it right,
A women see the good and justice,
Of the Syrian migrant’s plight.
So Trump should be sued, slammed,
By disabled people in a law court case,
For debasing their physiognomy,
For knifing their contributive face.
He does not pertain to disabled people,
Now, after all of that in any way,
And if you are aware of disability,
Then don’t give him the time or day.
Categories:
crippled, america, discrimination, image, leadership,
Form:
Rhyme
THE CRIPPLED
Walking toward foreshore
I saw the devil seated on a fence
Fishing
Next day I heard he got a thrashing
It was intense
Blood trickled from his core
He would fish no more
Baby and Mommy shark were out to score.
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Categories:
crippled, baby, corruption, family, innocence,
Form:
Bio
I sit in this wheelchair,
Memories fresh of how I got here,
Sweetly painful wishes,
Wishes of the ability of turning back the hands of time,
And do every single thing different.
The journey was life,
The lane was love,
The wrong turn was lust,
And the car that crushed me...you...
We shared the highway with no problems at all,
And we enjoyed being side by side,
Race-mates, lane-mates, love-mates.
Never at one point would either of us go beyond the other,
Never would either leave the other behind,
If it was to win,
We were going to pass the finish line together,
Or so I thought...till it changed a little while after.
Suddenly you were driving too close,
I assumed you were trying to evade a bump, maybe pothole,
But then you hit me,
On your face an evil smirk.
I couldn't understand,
You were pushing me to the left side of the lane,
The opposite direction of where we were heading,
I was trying to push my way back to the correct path,
But somehow you had greater force.
You hit, you pushed,
I hit back, trying to repel the force,
But you got your way,
And now we were going down Lust Lane,
High speed, can't brake,
And like every wrong turn,
There was a dead end,
I managed to stop,
Just before hitting that hard high wall,
2 inches away from my death,
And just as I was taking my relief breath,
You came crushing into me,
Pushing me to the wall.
I saw a bright light and...
Now I sit on this wheelchair,
Memories fresh of how I got here,
The journey was life,
The lane was love,
The wrong turn was lust,
And the car that crushed me...you...
Now I am crippled,
Crippled by love.
Categories:
crippled, lost love,
Form:
Free verse
I hide my eyes when you come around i struggle with the wickedness i am shaken by your devil cries i am tormented, your words bring rayless days my sanity is weak, slightly slipping out of love i pray and hold on you stomp on my soul, always tripping i thought about leaving but i am froze with fear so i remain in this hell chained to words that circle and smear
Categories:
crippled, sad, words,
Form:
Tail-rhyme
The bane of able men, is a blind, deaf and crippled world,
Lacking in discernment, decorum and sincerity,
Wanting genuine gratitude, profound wisdom and propriety,
Choking on complacency, and adrift in a sea of avarice,
Void of foresight, and ignorant of looming calamity,
Full of men greedy for mere gain--like a mantis stalking a
Careless cicada, oblivious of the oriole behind!
Sighing, the sagacious seclude themselves and bide their time,
Waiting for better times.
All rights released into Public Domain
Categories:
crippled, allusion, confusion, corruption, culture,
Form:
Free verse