Best Crippled Poems

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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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....

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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I was reading Trump's Crippled America the other day...

I'm sorry to interrupt, but why?
Isn't his Unreality Show more than taxing enough already?

Well, more than sufficient, actually,
but I was trying to figure out
what he believes a non-gimpy America
would look like.

Fascist scary, am I right?

Like a pilot
for...

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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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I hide my eyes                                         ...

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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...

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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...

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