Best Limp Poems
Written for my heart, my son, Kyle
Wash me gentle in the river –
Ease me on down with care.
I’m an emotional giver –
It’s my song in the air.
Dry me smooth upon shore’s sliver -
Warm away my despair.
Constant tears are in my eyes,
but I’ll deny that I cry.
God loves me inside and out,
He knows what I’m all about,
but I can’t settle the shout
that sticks down inside my throat
and threatens to choke me dry.
Emotions lacking corners
have only circle borders
and trap me in feelings bleak.
Searching answers to know order
leaves me sadly limp and weak.
First I prayed, but now I rage:
oh, dear God, please turn this page.
World, you allowed darkness,
with its brutal hurtful hiss,
to maim the child life of his.
Harsh cruelness such as this
brought me to my knees
with a Mother’s enraged pleas.
Wash me gentle in the river –
Ease me on down with care.
I’m an emotional giver –
It’s my song in the air.
Dry me smooth upon shore’s sliver -
Warm away my despair.
Categories:
limp, angst, health, mother son,
Form:
Rhyme
Limping Ron was limping on,
In-grown toe nails aren't much fun,
Two on one foot hard to bare
Doctor said they'll need much care,
When will his walking stick be gone?
Categories:
limp, funny,
Form:
Limerick
Gee...tee heee...hhaaa..hoo lmao,
ya lovey me yeah, me not yet,
guess more ya wanna iz screwwy meayah,
then love gonna goeeeya gaud know wheere,
gee tee hee yeah doo that and say cheese,
I am ur geese,
awright
raising leggy and all,
come take me
for a tumble
and fall,
in sack
come
have my hack.
Categories:
limp, funnyme,
Form:
LIMP LIMERICK
On board the cruise ship Venus
The crew’s famed for non-manliness.
While standing erect
And trying to connect
They flop with their flexible freeness.
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* For Pickles and Tickles Competition
Categories:
limp, funny, natural disasters,
Form:
Limerick
Trumps Feeble, Limp, Rox... Zilch State Of Emergency
H.G. Wells..., ah...now there
without dark shadow of a doubt,
in my (myopic brown) eyes,
a prolific writer hooked hood accessorize
the English language, and captivated
populations, sans "The War Of
The Worlds" to realize,
with an assiduous presentation
convinced listeners, how
aliens did cannibalize
innocent Earthlings strictly via radio,
where rapt audience could actualize
"FAKE subjects" pretended to agonize,
yea of course after receiving
substance that did anesthetize
in an effort to minimize
potential melee erupting,
which feasible outburst,
could tinder, kindle, and antagonize
crowdsourcing masses,
who suddenly became repentant,
and sought to apologize
each to their personal deity, apprise
zing respective comportment, thus
the apprenticed faux presidential Don,
rather than agonize
over farcical shenanigans, where dissension
among rank ken file seems to arise,
could take page from said playbook
visiting storied aforementioned scribe,
whose spirit author might be able to authorize
and conjure creative satisfactory
acceptable non costly deterrent breadthwise
cuz, more anger will materialize,
particularly if monies summarily brutalize
for social services that benefit the 99%
myself and the missus included analogous to...baptize
with gentile invisible knifed incision
or if Semitic tolled uncivil lies,
asper emotional financial, mental...
painless process to circumcise
purportedly for best interests
of citizens at heart, but tummy
essentially acting counterclockwise
to the modus vivendi that underlies
the immigrant experience that peopled
United States Of America, who did colonize
at expense of rightful natives
scattered innocent tribes, whose demise
vis a vis any fact checker, would
clearly recognize as blatant lies!
Categories:
limp, abuse, america, anti bullying,
Form:
Enclosed Rhyme
McGee walked into the local pub
He shuffled along with a limp
Although it was certain, he was in pain
He assured everyone He's no wimp
He made his way to the table to say
"Hey Doc It's me leg it's in pain"
The Doc wore a frown, said "Please sit on down,
and alleviate some of the strain"
"Doc, what do you tink" as he ordered a drink
The Doc said "It's merely old age"
McGee was in shock as he glared at the doc
Then burst out, into a rage
"You don't know a ting, form a cast to sling"
Said McGee, as his rant rambled on
The Doc staying cool, said "listen you fool,
What makes you think that I'm wrong ? "
Now McGee calmly said as he slapped his own head
"This don't take a psych or sage
Me other leg's fine as it's been all the time
And both of them are the same age"
Categories:
limp, age, humor, humorous, ireland,
Form:
Rhyme
Lost dreams, sad songs and pain
There’s always payback
And it’s usually not pretty
One person hears
a dissonant chord
another hears a melodic ditty
It’s about trust…
And total devotion
Of cold water’s metallic taste
Utterly futility…the rushing about
The more you chase time
The more time you waste
Killing time
Until time
Kills you
You’re lost or merely mislaid
With nothing left
To hold onto
Make the wind stop blowing
Enough is not too much, my sweet
You’ll always have my word
I yearn to fly
To clouds that bleed
To fly away… like a bird
Categories:
limp, confusion, fantasy, passion, time,
Form:
Rhyme
A Limp and Aspirins
I sit at the edge of the bed,
my hip hurts,
my back aches,
and my legs are on fire.
Not for the first time,
not for the last.
If one more person asks,
have I prayed about this,
or that...
I am going to scream,
softly and then cry.
Healing is a funny thing,
as I already feel healed.
My insides were burned and galled,
tore at and stripped clean,
and there were places,
I never thought I would "feel" again.
No feeling being better at times,
then the numb ache that comes,
with repeated abuse,
on the outside...
corresponding,
to the same spot,
on the inside.
Not a pretty thing,
at all.
Let me focus and consider.
My days are happy,
and angels walk in the garden,
near the door at the front.
I have seen them,
on more than one occasion.
They like to gather and watch,
the small fish in the tiny pond.
It is safe here.
Some may fear the hounds of hell,
but heavens four-legged soldiers...
are all mine.
They call in the night to each other,
and speak in secrets,
to the heroes,
that stand at the front.
Giant trees,
keep you on your knees,
"here" in the presence of the King.
A gift I bring, I wish to sing,
"I am healed",
way beyond reckoning.
Categories:
limp, blessing, dedication, depression, encouraging,
Form:
Free verse
The old man
crossing the street
has a bad limp
we try to ignore.
No one wants to look
at a limp like that.
We like to think
no one else can see
the limp we have
the limp we earned
by ignoring little people
who get in our way
who strike us as
the litter of life we
want swept away.
Donal Mahoney
Categories:
limp, discrimination,
Form:
Blank verse
To The Begging Blind
Be squarely kind:
The ones walking our streets lined
But also those doing it singly
And sort of acting kingly!
The Blind also battling with a limp
And The Ones who seem A Pimp,
Never them to a halt grind
Nor to a spot with stories bind;
In their front leading, not behind
Their guide pretend you’d signed
And their alms release like one fined …
With The Begging Blind
Deal with an open mind.
Categories:
limp, care, health, image, money,
Form:
Rhyme
Gimp and Limp
In Trump style should put a crimp;
We should love those who will limp;
With words fumble;
Forgot about humble;
Trump's body looks like a big blimp.
Jim Horn
About time Trump is always behind,
And the last time we saw his mind
God had delivered,
And Trump quivered;
He gave his back to God in a bind.
Jim Horn
Pink Browed Rose Finch
His pink color with back feathers trim,
Always reminds me so much of him,
Wise men of old,
Have been told;
With gold, seraphim and cherubim.
Jim Horn
Poet Named Kash
With a round face and body thin,
I always can remember when,
Had been caught,
With much thought;
My life had started and did begin.
Jim Horn
God Again Will Bless
CVS must really be a mess,
That you know is my guess;
May be ill;
Prescription fill;
God again I know will bless.
Jim Horn
Categories:
limp, 1st grade, allegory, analogy,
Form:
Limerick
A photographer of Indoor Sports
Found himself dragged through the lower courts
The hotel said
He filmed their bed
When a buxom housemaid dropped her shorts
Categories:
limp, sports,
Form:
Limerick
Daylight drags its feet,
its slippers are grey and pad silently.
Long after dawn
night keeps rolling over in its grave
refusing to die or give way.
Bats flutter listlessly in twilit belfries
somewhere upon a moonlit pond
a trout is crossing over a fishy Rubicon.
It is belly-up, a mottled death gleams
upward where only yesterday it leapt.
The dawn is going nowhere.
In dew-wet theme parks
unicorns shake their soggy manes.
The cat dreams on and will not
visit the litterbox for hours yet.
I am bogged down inside a poem
seeking not, rhyme nor reason,
but a little wiggle room, a plausible excuse
why this tardy day has marooned me
just nowhere,
with nothing more to say.
Categories:
limp, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
He called me a limp-clod.
What is it?
I have no idea.
But it made you mad?
I am furious.
I could hit him.
Can we ask him?
Okay.
What is a limp-clod?
A limp is my best friend and a clod is his name.
Your name is Claude?
Yes.
Are you still mad?
Not as mad, but I have not slowed down yet.
Understood.
Categories:
limp, 3rd grade, 4th grade,
Form:
Free verse
can you imagine
a life without tears
a dawn free of clouds impending
a sparkle without a smoke tail
a ding, a dong that does not clang
a love free of clings and shrouded claws
a dream free of seances
to imagine without consequences
to imagine without strings
is a limp puppet,
a lifeless blimp with
wind expelled
Categories:
limp, imagination,
Form:
Free verse