Best Limps Poems

Diminished by age, a weathered existence limps
Crutching dimmed vision and impaired limbs,
Much wiser that before, it speaks wisdom words
Entertaining grandkids in stories that enlighten,

Wishing the time to destiny would stop rushing
Reminiscing adoringly in yesteryears’ springs
As exuberance of yore in travails of life recedes,

Recalling seasons pristine,...

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Our bank accounts nearly emptied so we could afford a vacation; two young working girls who'd never been far from home. We were looking forward to finding love on a romantic tropical island. Maybe someone in our group would cast his smiling eyes our way....

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Lurking in the darkest shadows,
she looks for one of us to hound,
trying to catch a little glimpse
as she staggers along and limps

Spittle and drool keeps dripping
from yellow teeth and snarling lips.
She whines and hunches her back
picking out one of us to attack.

Alone because she's made...

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soda sparks
and lemon juice
on every lip
and candle wick
explosion
of the champagne kind
to bubble brains
and swirl the minds
when summer limps
upon two heels
we break our vows
and kneel to feel
the rhythm of the losing heat
when soda sparks
in weak appeal
as sidewalks bend
their thoughts to me
while overactive melodies
complete themselves
in summer nights
I...

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bursting with colour
fall's harmony delights
leaves playfully dance
darkness blankets the sky.

the crispness in the air
sharply pricks my cheeks
tears feel like icicles
stinging, unforgiving, cold.

the beach is deserted
long gone is the laughter
all i hear is the ocean
waves violent & crashing.

what once was my sanctuary
i only feel lost &...

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Her breath catches with each infliction. Her pain their addiction. She wades water in a sea of strife. Her day, her tomorrow, her animosity toward life. She allows them passage only  to feel their sharp talons once again grab hold. Softly she cries love...

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...the village shivers   a hive of restless souls
skin pricklin' with anticipation
as costumed runners fixin' to gather — hearts a-thrummin'
                like trapped hummin' birds

the gun cracks — a thunderbolt
...

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So what is different
The vagrant limps across the careening snow
Scantily unkempt
From inside the bank with glittering glass
I watched him pass
Carried by the flow
Of that dilapidated mass
For whom tolls the jingling bell
And toll, and toll ignored again
My heart 
Shunning the superficial cheer
Left all I heard
Devoted to...

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~ Dear Old Golden Rule Days? ~ 

  The 2023 school year mercifully limps to a close
    Seems eons ago when students could afford to doze
  No more - Today they'd better stay on their toes  

  Every...

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Sometime after midnight, it had rained
Putting out summer’s sultry heat
The sky had its face washed clean
And wiped the grime off Earth’s soiled feet
	
The dawn is quietly breaking
Night lights still glimmer here and there
The blue firmament remains cloudless
And cool is the mild blowing air

The sleeping town...

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Battered and shaken
The motorcycle limps home
to the finish line....

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An inspiration surges through your brain. 
If only you can organize, maintain 
Your poignant words, a slingshot to release, 
With measured aim, this writer's block defeat. 

You tally once, then twice and start again 
With phrasing even you don't understand. 
You feel your venture crash...

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Town dog’s name -- Buster
He limps on once broken leg
But runs like a pup

Story never told
How Buster’s leg was broken
Silence rule invoked

Countless times I’ve asked
But no one wants to tell me
How this came about

No one wants to talk
About Buster’s tragedy
They hide truth from me

Someone will...

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Broken but disbelieving, we wait   
for any doctor to say it’s just blood
as the gray man greens, throws-
up in triage. A Goth teen holds Band-Aids
to her scalped thumb.  Somebody loses  
patience, explodes, Why are the sick 
 
treated this way? Doors...

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On fringes of shadow, charred black of burnt night, 
she limps through the dimmest and cruelest of streets.
Huddled with her loss, body bruised and beat, 
Mama’s caked makeup tries hiding her fright.

Little girl of twelve pretends to be grown;
with tomorrow gone, she paints on red...

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