Best Cripples Poems
I see the pain
Reflected via turquoise blue
Of the oceans hue
She stares out into the oceans depth
Lost
Her lover dead under the sea
The waves have made her destiny
I stare at her
From a hill above the shore
Her pain cripples me such
That I can not move
How can I love this woman so
The small of her back
Invites me to hold her
Caress her tears into the sea
The salt water offers comfort
Massaging her feet
The sun glitters with hopeful endeavors
That neither of us feels at all
I am in love with this woman
Since a wee child long ago
Her pain is my pain
Yet my guilt I carry alone
Tomorrow
We both will stand hand in hand
To bury her husband
My brother
As I keep secret my love and desire
Only wishing her sadness to ebb
Into the sea that took hold of part of me
My brother I loved and honored
So on the hill above the shore
I stare at the woman I always adored
Oh brother forgive me my thoughts
As I wish to comfort your lovers broken heart
Categories:
cripples, angst, beauty, conflict, death,
Form:
Light Verse
(Inveniam viam)
Far beyond these eerie things, where limits have no scales
Fish are replacing gills, with turbine aerated tails
Sea level’s losing all meaning, for the humpback whales
Ships piggyback them, harpoons syphon wind from their sails
Today I woke up early, lately I’ve let dreams flow
Into an abstract yonder, where visions often go
A wave came over me, up from my downy pillow
When tidal forces passed away, many moons ago
As the ocean waved goodbye, I called for an encore
Behaving like a poultice, the beach drew back old gore
You could’ve bowled me over, sent ripples to my core
Never again I’d sleep soundly, near this bloody shore
After a fretful lie-on, facing truths with each turn
My sundial running on empty, stars can’t always churn
Moribund in dimness, til an old spark can return
Reigniting glory days, (let supernovae burn)
Overhead the vacuum grows, just to make more space
Stretching my dysmorphia, to align with gods face
No one knows for certain, who enhanced his human race
Gave an artful hand, outsmarting evolution’s pace
As life spirals forward, in a world out of control
Entropy dismantles, stripping back our maker’s role
The poet in me keeps goofing, digging deeper holes
He’s a junkie rhymester, overdosing on this soul
So hail all billionaires, who never walk down my street
Flying above fake cripples, with power in their feet
Prodigies of bad and worse, scheming to make ends meet
Leaves an aftertaste of smugness, one that will repeat
As for those big questions, some take a straightforward twist
Two things I thought might go away, stubbornly exist
Not death or taxes, I’m already over that list
Each day I arise, how come lies and bullsh!t persist?
First there was oblivion, til I woke up and saw
Now fully awake, dead ahead looms a fatal flaw
But so long as I can dream, and able to guffaw
It only hurts when I laugh, Don’t you think? vents my jaw
By David Kavanagh
Hms
Categories:
cripples, dark, dream, life,
Form:
Rhyme
( I visited the palace of Dracula in the year 2003 while attending The World Congress of Poets)at Iasi, Romania. If anyone interested to view Dracula Castle, I have placed a photo on my photo blog)
Deep in the Carpathian Mountains
Perched atop on a rocky peak
Is the castle of prince Dracula of Romania
But his way to rule was quite unique.
He was a ruler, a researcher, a law-maker
And law-breaker, a lover of a different kind.
His preferred method of torture was impalement
Hammering nails into one’s head,
Hacking of the limbs, burning alive
Cutting of noses and ears,
Mutilation of sexual organs
And last, not the least, boiling alive.
Inhuman cruelty infamous in history
Stake would be forced through the body
Till it immerged from the mouth.
Like a scientist he made research
On to make it slow to die.
Strange were the ways for the welfare of people
And what a way to keep people wealthy
Poor, vagrant, beggars, and the cripples
Were invited for the feast in a great hall.
After the feast, ordered to set fire on the hall.
What a way to solve poverty and over-population!
Dracula had a mistress, a fair one who drove him
To distraction but ready to please this moody man.
Once she told him that she was with a child
Dracula had her examined for veracity of her claim.
When told, she was not with a child he drew his knife
Cutting her open from groin to the breasts
What a strange way to verify the truth and honesty.
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Date: 1-27-14
Form: Free Verse
Dr. Ram Mehta
Third Place Win
Contest: Castles by Shadow Hamilton
Categories:
cripples, sad,
Form:
Free verse
What Is Life Worth
Beast of burdens
fans the flames
spitting out
dark, morbid names
sad music plays
chaotic chords
no delays
for raging hordes
old, bloody sheets
hospital beds
time awaits
severed heads
gaping wounds seared
hot iron quick
ghastly smells
flesh rotting sick
crying out moans
warrior's pain
more each day
red-battle stains
deep dying throes
venom seeps
into souls
about to sleep
iife having fled
sorrows come
battle reds
doctors save some
cripples for life
war's true cost
wicked scars
innocence lost
rich merchants smile
gold coins clink
in pockets
as black-death winks
so far away
bloodstain earth
new battles rage
what is life worth
What is life worth?
Robert J. Lindley, 1-05-2019
Rhyme, ( On The Savagery of War)
Categories:
cripples, conflict, corruption, grave, grief,
Form:
Rhyme
Sometimes life is just living
Sometimes as much as you want to move forward you don't
Sometimes love comes from deep within and sometimes it doesn't
Sometimes love is given in such a barbed and calloused way as hate
Sometimes fear makes you grow stronger
And sometimes it cripples you inside
Sometimes the things you want don't come
And sometimes you waste your whole life waiting
Sometimes I wish life was like a long walk down a straight road
Every step you took you could see your progress
See you past fading behind you
See your future coming clearer
Sometimes I want to just walk away
Away from this still same spot I find myself in
As if putting one foot in front of the other
Would help me get somewhere in life too
But sometimes life is just living
Waking up every morning and living
Blind to any progress you may be making
Yet trusting God to get you there.
Categories:
cripples, faith, life, life, love,
Form:
I had a dream that I walked behind
a man in white cloth - so gentle, so kind;
he told me his name with his fatherly voice
and asked me to follow, though it was my choice
He talked in stories which made me think
while he told large crowds to take of his drink;
he walked among beggars, cripples, and thieves
and he only asked us that we all just believe
I watched his miracles bring back the dead
and I wept as they shoved thorns upon his head;
I watched him be beaten, spit on and cursed
and the day he died the clouds rained with a burst
I cried because I had lost my very dear friend
although, he told me that it was not the end;
I didn't understand this man, this begotten son
was the way to eternal life for me and everyone
I walked alone without him there
and felt so lonely because my soul did care;
this gentle man they did kill for me
so that I could live on and really be free
When I awoke from my dream I had a plan
to live my life, to be a better man;
for what I learned from this only one
is that He is truly God's only son
I know my friend will always be
even at times when I can't always see;
for my life is lost without the One...
a kind and gentle man we call The Son.
Categories:
cripples, dream, easter, faith, life,
Form:
Rhyme
down under here
down under dark
dark where the world ends
dark where stars begin
begin to glow
begin to know
know yourself
know your dreams
dreams that motivate
dreams that titillate
titillate the senses
titillate expectancy
expectancy of possibility
expectancy of future plans
plans to change
plans to be be someone
someone special
someone that rises
rises from below
rises over adversity
adversity that cripples
adversity dungeon dark
dark as down under
dark as midnight
midnight without stars
midnight silent as death
death that robs
death that steals joy
joy is like a star
joy of heaven's light
light that pierces darkness
light beaming brightly
brightly changing outlook
brightly burning
burning in the night
burning up the sadness
sadness of your leaving
sadness of my grieving
grieving in the darkness
grieving in the pit
pit of despair
pit so far down under
under that mound
under ground in blackness
blackness of my world
blackness without light
light not darkness
light that overcomes
overcomes
darkness
Copyright, August 15, 2015
Faye Lanham Gibson
Categories:
cripples, dark, death, grief, hope,
Form:
Blitz
The Ugly Goldfish
Beauty they say lies in the eyes of the beholder
So in a nut shell beauty may not exactly be seen as the impressive appearance one finds looking back at the mirror
but a power to be wielded by the beholder
Friday suffers from emotional isolation because of his albinism, but what I see is a Brain box containing delicate parts of an egghead
Lydia believes her bouts of epilepsy cripples her chances of finding a mate, but she forgets that her warm empathetic heart reminds me of mother's bosom
Chika sees her fire scared face in the mirror and hears 'monster' in her head but forgets about all she stands for, a compassionate maiden with 'balls' enough to break into an inferno for the sake of an infant's cry
"Dorcas is as old as the moon ",she would joke to herself, but forget how typical she is of a rare quality, long suffering.
"Tunde suffers from down syndrome", we hear, but forgets his efforts to live a normal life in a world requiring him to shoot for the stars, a feat none has literally accomplished.
Our world is filled with a bunch of uglies, they are however not those with disabilities
They are those with hearts, but fail to identify the strength in our extraordinary neighbours, those with special needs.
© COMANO 2019
Categories:
cripples, beauty, confidence, creation, encouraging,
Form:
Free verse
ages of death, past deeds done
corridors of history,we beat our drums
yesterday's blood, washes our hands
armies we march, bring out the band
we carry sorrows, for all mankind
they run through our veins, crawl like vines
tomorrow we say, we'll find peace
reality is, death always feasts
bright expectations, a promised ring
nothing but war, it's what man's heart sings
greed and corruption, food for his soul
blood flows from his hands, calloused and cold
struts through the ages, death is his quest
pounds two fists, upon his chest
I am here, he screams, for all worlds to hear
looks to Heaven with disgust and sneers
man is sick, hate in his heart
cripples his soil, all its part
tomorrow extinction, he'll be no more
a blemish on nature, an open sore
hope is surpreme, last minute stay
from all the evil committed this day
some cry out, save us our fate
cry never heard, it came too late
ashes remain, to cover man's face
nature begins anew, let them state their case
12/28/15
Categories:
cripples, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
Note: All lines in this heap are from failed sonnets that I tried to stack without having any two consecutive lines come from the same poem. I had to break the rule twice. It was nice to find a use for this trash, though. I'm sure a few can relate:
Often I think of how the canyon laughs,
what jokes, I muse, would free stuffy stockades?
And if the sheep had herded men with staffs,
would darkness come out, not into the caves?
What lambs or sheep use cripples just for skin,
to drape within the light from early day,
From their helium balloon canyon’s den,
How would they know if tides were high to stay?
Of milk lavender tulips, though, I flow,
as satin lace in leather stirrups through,
The march I may in august do in snow,
for hell has frozen over, don’t you know?
Yesterday, even, on my t.v. screen,
I saw a child wearing a shirt that said:
“Help save the volta, doubles have been seen,
Terrible truths of one that two are dead!”
So sink and seize this season's silliness,
who does her hair while wielding a sword,
unspoken are the kisses between us.
when prayers pray for want of loving lords;
Yet, my own veins feel lighter they do,
she cuts at skin but doesn’t say good bye,
I’ll tell you this, that it doesn’t do you,
hand me the Kleenex, someone spit in thine eye!
I was in love and now I’m still in love,
but she, or you, you spin me crazy love!
But then, I breathe, as canyons laugh at me,
What? Laugh at these! I hope you stay thirsty!
Categories:
cripples, silly,
Form:
Sonnet
Motorcycle Persecution gone mad.
Are they persecuting Posties?
On the streets of Brissy town ,
Cos them brawny bloody bikies,
Have made the Police to frown,
Hells Angels on Vespas,
on the footpath interviewed,
Do you have the drugs upon ya,
Is ya doing something lewd?
Nah we just taking Teddys to the kiddys hospital mate,
To put a little smile on the sad ones dial or plate,
Worried weekend bikies, being jerked off the bloody road,
And poor old guys at seventy, grilled for the bikie code,
The muttering and whinging, it’s all about the super sap,
The prince of persecution he knows just where it’s at,
Motorbike of persecution, good ole Police know where to pat.
Ludicrous say the locals,
as bikie Posties cringe in fear, {postman}
The Syndrome sure is biting,
And me “put put’s” acting *****.
Don Johnson
Of course we have bikies and Hells Angels etc and gang wars...
We also have a state Premier who persecutes people including bikiers and the handicapped, tossing the cripples out of their housing and taking their carer payments from them...big smiles all the time too:}
Categories:
cripples, adventure, drug, , cute,
Form:
Ballad
soldier ...
I know I'll never understand
how maimed you are inside ...
so many wounds aren't visible
their scars, you've had to hide
I know your mind is tortured
and your body less than whole
your limbs and functions mangled
midst dark moods you can't control
your thoughts are often broken
horrid nightmares when you sleep
deep anxiety that cripples you …
with fears that blackouts reap
the images you can't discard
burned deep by battle's ember
horrific truths of wartime crimes
that no soul should remember
emotions so befuddling
that fill your blood with rage
you dream a new life's story ...
but can't seem to turn the page
I'll never know your demons
the dark terrors of their hell …
but I’ve a few I fight myself
and I know their tactics well
this war they wage inside you
has a battleground, unknown ...
but I'm here to tell you, soldier -
you don't have to fight alone
you gave your mind and body
just to see MY freedoms through …
so no matter where your battle is
you're a hero, through-and-through ...
and I'll be proud to fight … with YOU.
* SECOND PLACE in the "Hero" Poetry Contest, Silent One, Sponsor. *
Categories:
cripples, mental illness, moving on,
Form:
Rhyme
Thought I’d be fine, I just hadn’t a clue
You never think it could happen to you.
Shock and denial raced to the fore
My head is in bits, can’t think straight anymore
Unaware, in the dark, attacked from behind
Fear grows from not knowing and cripples the mind
Knowledge I've gained, Strengthened me for the fight
It’s like someone turned on a very bright light
I see you now clearly, I recognise you
As the Beast that would kill me, 'cause that’s what you do
So now I'm aware of what must be done
There's no way I'll give in without taking you on
I am not on my own, I’m supported each day
With weapons to Cut you or Nuke you away
From my body and mind until I have won
Or controlled and pegged back 'til you’re on the run
I will look in your eye and you will soon know
That I've got what it takes to give You a 'Square Go'
With the support that I have, we will fight tooth and nail.
As we battle you Cancer and we Will prevail.
Categories:
cripples, cancer,
Form:
Rhyme
desire, destiny, future, games, journey, life, men,
©Wheels of Fortune
Monumental acts are traumatized to stillness
Breathe intakes become gasps of disbelief
Speech cripples to a moment’s pondering
Whether to bring upon laughter, guilt or tears
When ‘understanding’ becomes a path
Time records a lifetime of questioning
To what progresses in maturing men’s minds deliver
And of how many stretches ‘lie’ to those testaments!
We are ready and only human when ‘termed’ to task-find
When that mighty hand-spin directs and advises the player
This adventure ‘life-saga’ of choice to fortune begins
Only stops at why, where , when and what holds for us
There is in one’s future’s fate for one turn at the wheel
One can wait, step forward, step back from a chance
It is all a game this wheel of fortune!
Categories:
cripples, desire, destiny, future, games,
Form:
Verse
Bearable winter
Blanket covered cold
Attacked by white Gas of
Fallen Snow
But unbearable silent
Cripples into the home
Like a snake
To live with loneliness
Get Scattered past
Comes like a shooting star
Burning and blasting
As a thunder bolt
To the vulnerable heart
Like a novel keeps turning pages
Last chapters of the age
Tries to be active
Like a butterfly
While the birds are vanishing
Letting to the cold
Heater in the home
Makes warm the room
Cooks once in a way
Finding the present to share it
At the evening table
Cold darken lumpish light
Turns to here and there
Trying to realize
The nature of life
A sigh of pain
Or a sigh of relief
Unconsciously comes
Likewise something missed
In the life of four seasons
Udaya R. Tennakoon
Categories:
cripples, dark, depression, grief, lost
Form:
Blank verse