Best Sprained Poems

no pain
no gain
totally true
but what happens when your hurt all the time?
sprained wrist
sprained ankle
soon i'll brake it
and i'll feel a diffrent pain
one of these days...

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Playing at night on rocky ground, he sprained his foot.
He hobbled onwards careful where his foot he put.
The lonely shepherds had long returned to their...

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I used to like barbells, enjoyed pumping iron,
   my Nautilus* gym was one happy environ.
Those posters of 6-packs and marbled biceps
  ...

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PATINA OF PAIN

Beneath the kaleidoscopic chameleon skin
the concept called color doesn’t ever change,
as red stream in the vein blood flows always thin.
The truth dwells beyond...

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I awoke to a memory that asked to be felt through the emotions of 
An early rising seeing boys playing in the park without wondering
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In the woods no right of way, no right to live, no right to play.
I travel quickly, as dusk is beginning. Woods are thick, on...

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Sidewalks and skate parks;
   Old swimming pools drained.
Kickflips and split lips;
    young ankles sprained.
Aerials and Varials
    and...

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Those spiked thorns of sweet gum balls
cause a sprawl 
and sprained ankle, 
close calls
Sour my day, sweet gum balls
curse you! so ill befalls!
Once and for...

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Beating the midday forlorn sun
By foot they begun the journey leaving the pun
Beware of the dangers and tactics to shun  
Between that time and...

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Our Sid felt well-jaded 
his sweat, it cascaded 
he feared the end was well-nigh 
his head was a-pounding 
a hush ultra-sounding 
he all but stared...

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Submitted for contest:  A Child's Home
 adventure, candy, childhood, city, fear, first love, freedom,
Memoirs Of Being A Child At Home





Memoirs Of Being A Child...

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Nurse, Nurse I have an owie
I don’t’ know what to do
Because it’s getting soggy
Please tell me that you do

Nurse, Nurse I think I have a...

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September is aging with a cool beauty
and the Missouri seems to be hurrying the expedition
into a world of natural splendor that is impatient to strip...

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I named her Chestnut, color of her coat,
and love to hold her muzzle near my cheek,
then run my hand from poll through forelock tuft
down withers...

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Take your own sweet time, and let others keep time.
Tea for two always ends up in a hell-uv-a bellowing brew ;    
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