Best Lamed Poems

Anne Murray did have quite the flurry, voice as a brook without crooks
 Canadian born, songs of forlorn, beautiful vibes, I subscribed
Such singing as a bird, the world has never heard, she splurged
“O Little Snow Bird”,  in the words I heard, calming of Vietnam

O...

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My face tiled in rubbles
make my troubles visible,
result of my lamed fights,
became my life unfeasible.

Don't talk about my mojo,
if you don't like it,
it will chase you all the time,
if you don't stop it.

Child soldier Ishmael Beah,
who jumped to peace,
who let go the bullets,
to embrace world...

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This is a true story of seven students
Agone days of those ill-famed fiddles
Musing with drolleries – assiduity on catchy missies
And lamed against educators animalism.
Books usually kept aside but concentration hard on last night
Weekends glossed upon soul mate’s hug
Weekdays went upon escaping tutorials
And the freshers on...

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Oh my goodness
What have we here
The house work to do
I would rather not dare
Kids to feed plus the cat
If this is a humans life
You can keep that.

I am a boxer dog
With a lamed back leg
Called Cassidy cos I limp
Do more than that by the end...

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They say that a tree is known by its fruit
But there are many trees whose fruits are unknown
Apple bearing pear and pear bearing apple
And a cherry blossom tree cannot bear sunflowers
"Keep out of trouble now" the disabled retired military officer greeted me
"Where do you come...

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The Cross is our crutch: we are lamed and maimed,
Crippling sin in our soul,
Defiled and scourged, our faith defamed,
Golgotha our gloried goal.

The Cross is a bludgeon for smiting down
Death in his sable gown.
It’s Roman-hewn and Jesus-borne,
Encircled with blood-flecked thorn....

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The Cross is our crutch: we are lamed and maimed,
Crippling sin in our soul,
Defiled and scourged, our faith defamed,
Golgotha our gloried goal.

The Cross is a bludgeon for smiting down
Death in his sable gown.
It’s Roman-hewn and Jesus-borne,
Encircled with blood-flecked thorn....

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In our bosom, we lie in shame,
In a tantalizing tone, they ask our name,
Our pride taken, we stand stolid and speechless
And our destiny had been made shapeless.

In our bosom, fear left us lamed,
As lamb stares a lion, we are tamed.
We seem to have all but...

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If night had memory, you would be
Soaked in darkness, a refusal of light,
Imprinted permanently, a flower etched in
Snow. I caught your lunar lip in a
Orchard of arrived song. I hold you
As the darkness does. Without citric 
Borders or day lamed noise.
If night could shape you...

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I sit and sweat,
My pain does swell,
I'm living in
this unholy hell...

Time drags,
Like my lamed foot,
that twists and turns with glee,
The pain so much unendurable
Has got the best of me

The silence
of the empty wallet
The silence
of the grave
It's been me that I have lost,
No longer am I...

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You gave the empty space......
You gave the empty space,
We miss your smiling face;
The logical talks we had when we sat,
No quarrels, no fights during chats;
Even the Sun set,
When your body left;
Can’t forget the jokes framed,
The disease made you lamed;
We can’t feel the pain in your...

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Somewhere, not within an  earshot

not within the four corners of the room

not within the reach of  fingers

not within a grasp of a feeling,

not within an understanding

not where an eye could reach seeing,

not even existing in a make believe world

 

the wailing of the...

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fester-whatsoever, was that,
my pen wasn't that ken,
many a times I stand to write,
but weak I feel and felt no to..

days came with no words
I slept all night thinking;
and yet couldn't see.

why was I a poet,
by the way I failed English;
you made me a firm, when...

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The sun is shining in my face and morning is filling me with grace
The trees are hanging low and you just have a few more hours to go
You are walking around and gallivanting in the town with a deceptive
message dressed in blood stained gown, you...

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Black grass dances in the warm winter air
And furry quadrupeds run wild with the
Shackles of instinct.

The metallic creature gives spontaneous birth
To bipeds who desire to kill for sport;
Two worlds and instincts collide.

A Million worlds and a
One-in-a-million meeting
Beneath the glow of a red moon.

Hunger for pleasure,
Pleasure...

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